Alpine Bucky Barnes Novels & Stories

I reminded myself I had time. And today… Today was different. After the morning meetings, Alexandro had found me in the east wing where I was helping the servants organize supplies for the upcoming winter. He looked as composed as ever—dark tunic, sword belt slung casually over his hips—but there was something lighter about his eyes. "I have a request," he said. I straightened immediately, heart thudding. "Of course." He smiled slightly. "There’s a shrine up in the mountains. It's tradition for the Alpha and Luna to visit it after their union—to offer a prayer to the spirits for protection and guidance."

“I am not going to let them hurt you” I didn’t believe it, he had already locked me in one room As we rode in, the men on the gate waved us through and everyone pulled up in front of the packhouse, Maddox and his son Hayden were stood out the front, they didn’t recognise me at first, probably because I was so clean and in fresh clothes. Maddox greets them all, “Welcome to the Black night pack, who is your Alpha?” Daryl climbs off his bike, revealing me “I am Alpha Daryl from the Crescents pack, I believe you know my mate” he spoke powerfully and possessively whilst Maddox and Hayden stare at me

" The Alpha promptly replied. Beta Alvan did not immediately reply as he stared at the man whom he had believed would help reduce if not stop Alpha Ryker from going on his killing spree. He had met this Alpha, the Alpha King of the Red Moon Pack, Alpha Aziel, in hopes of getting him to help out as he was the only Alpha out of the eight Alpha kings with a good state of mind. Alpha Aziel has always been a calm and calculative person when it came to any situation he encountered which made it hard for him to discern what he thought about what Alpha Ryker was planning. But it seemed as if he was wrong in thinking he would help him out.

We may be wolves, but if we relied solely on hunting and eating in our wolf form, the wildlife population would deplete fast and that would screw up the entire ecosystem. “May I make a suggestion?” He nods with his mouthful and quickly swallows. “Please do.” “Try reaching out to Alpha Lucas of the Alpine Pack. I know that’s a little further away, with them being based in Montana and your pack based in Washington, but his pack produces some of the best organic food in the country. My pack uses them, and I can assure you they don’t have slaves,” I smile. My heart skips a beat when he gives me another smile.

"No, let them have their fun for a while. Do it at night and remember to take care of Punter too. He'll kiss the feet of whoever benefits him, to the point where he's forgotten he's from Eweyn altogether. People like that don't deserve to work with me." Buck was the owner of Tuttle Mine and had some amount of influence in Bruille Town. He was the focus of pretty much all the townsfolk, but this Dashan had appeared out of nowhere and changed that. Upon returning to his mansion, Buck took off his shirt. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, the long scar on his belly bringing back unsavory memories all at once. The next second, Buck struck the mirror with a ferocious punch.

When she didn’t Alaska dropped down to her paws and whined. The forest heard her and helped in it’s own way. A large buck stepped out of the bush and walked up to the women’s back. He knew her pain, he could feel it emitting from her. He also knew what the young pup was trying to do. Lowering his antlers Alaska jumped into it and carefully wagged her tail excitedly as she was lifted up. The buck stopped when the pup was face to face with her mom.

Nate followed, still crying, answering quick questions from the paramedics as he climbed inside. A doctor worked frantically, applying pressure, starting an IV, and trying to stop the bleeding and stabilize him. “Save his life,” Nate begged, his voice raw. “He is the Alpha’s son. Please. You have to save him.” *** Back in the abandoned apartment, the leader wiped blood from his pants with a stained handkerchief. “Let’s get the fuck out of here before the news spreads through the entire pack,” he said calmly. “That Alpha is as good as dead. He won’t survive those two bullets, not where I shot him.”

They hit the net and fizzled out uselessly. The bikers dragged her across the snow. Her body bounced hard. Cries tore from her throat. Raw rage exploded through me. What the hell was this? Why did she run away just to fall into the hands of these bastards? I bared my fangs and ran with all my strength. I had to catch up with them. Raven had helped me out so many times. I needed to step up now. One of the bikers bent his ride towards Raven and kicked her while locked in the net. My nose flared. Then a wave of fear hit me.

Jaxon knocked at eleven. I opened the door and he came in and sat on the edge of the bed and we didn't talk about tomorrow. We talked about other things. He told me about the first time he had felt his Alpha instinct clearly. He was nine years old and a younger pack member had been hurt in the woods and something in him had just known where to go and what to do before anyone told him. He had not understood it at the time. He had just followed it.

Morton agreed to this. Arlo had left to investigate his family for him, so they had to wait for him to return before reaching the mountaintop together. The group slowed their pace but despite that, Bucky still felt miserable. He was carrying Caroline on his back, and the journey became more and more unbearable with every step he took. Caroline looked petite, but asleep, she was deadweight. "I’m so tired!" Bucky complained through labored breath. "Why not try out that item?" Adrian immediately reminded him.