Alpine Bucky Barnes Novels & Stories

Alpha Christian places a hand on my back “It’s not her breathing you need to be worried about, it is her heart rate” “Wolves don’t have panic attacks” Daryl was glaring at Alpha Christian “Your right we don’t, it is a human trait” The silence is deafening and no one speaks for several minutes “Human?” my voice was squeaky as I tried to process the new information “Yes” Alpha Christian moves in front of me and leans forward and sniffs me “But you are not human, you have a scent, yet you are not a full-blooded wolf. There is something you are not telling me Daryl”

" 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.

HERO POV "Let me get this straight," the Alpha on the computer screen said slowly, his gaze fixed on me. "You're saying Stephen left the mountain some years ago, and is somehow responsible for your siblings' deaths?" Baxter, unlike most wolves I encountered – both on the mountain and elsewhere – kept his hair closely cropped, almost like a soldier. It was clear he took meticulous care of his appearance, shaving it down daily. His expression was skeptical, a flicker of doubt dancing in his eyes, but I could tell he was intrigued by my story.

They were tense, but relaxed, and held their best fake smiles while exuding the most power they could. Evergreen was the closest to us, and of all the packs there could be, only 6 were close and large enough to draw our attention. Evergreen, Blue River, Golden Paw, Silver Mountain, Eclipse, and Timber. I could overhear Theo giving him the rundown of where he could find things and where he would be staying. He motioned to Ro, who would be escorting him there, before motioning for me to come over. “Theo, Alpha,” I nodded at each of them, Alexander was handsome in his own way, but he was cocky and had this air of entitlement to him.

and has his pack name. “Son of a bitch,” King Gene mutters and flips the page again. “Here.” This time, I am faced with a man who is nearly as good-looking as Alpha Reece. It says, “Beta Barnabas,” under his picture. “Barnabas?” I repeat. King Gene shrugs. “So what? He goes by Barney.” I almost laugh. What a ridiculous name. “Is he a big purple dinosaur? Is he a bumbling deputy in a small town?”

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.