Alto Valyrio Novels & Stories

"That Omega you’re talking about is my wife, and I’ll kill whoever hurts her. I don’t care if it was before or it’s now." A flash of savagery sparked in my eyes as I stepped closer. “So I suggest you crawl all the way up Carlo Vasiliev’s ass, because even in there, I’ll still find you.” A low growl rumbled in my throat, and I walked out without waiting for an answer from that pathetic little worm. I know he thinks he’s safe. He doesn’t even realize he’s just gonna be a pawn in Patriarch Vasiliev’s dirty game. I knew Leandro too well. Soon enough he’d use this guy to tempt Victoria and plant a spy right at my side.

If anyone recognizes him; the D’Avorin oldest son being handled like a fragile thing by another alpha, it’s over; his birthright, his mother’s ambitions, his entire life’s goal to surpass Valen, everything will burn to ash. “Two.” “Fine!” Alessio snaps. He will accept defeat this time and the moment Viktor's grip loosen, Alessio pulls back and pulls down the hem of his jacket, desperately trying to gather whatever pieces of his Alpha dignity he has left. Without waiting for Viktor, Alessio turns on his heels and marches toward the tinted sedan, yanks the door open and enters and seconds later, Viktor is slipping in beside him. “Enjoy it while it fucking lasts.” Alessio snorts, crossing his a

All of them, except Joaz. I didn’t need anyone to spell it out. He wasn’t just the man I’d accidentally seen half-naked. He wasn’t just… my mate. He was the Alpha King. Valrik. Alpha King Valrik is my mate. My legs almost gave out. Startled, I shoved Joaz away—hard. He stumbled a step but didn’t look the least bit offended. In fact, he had the audacity to grin—lazy, cocky—as his eyes moved to his brother.

“Don’t mind the looks. New faces are rare here.” A man emerged from the doorway, broad-shouldered and tall, his dark skin mapped with pale, thin scars; hair cut close in graying patches. He fiercely dominated the territory, presence unwavering and commanding— an Alpha to the very core. He smiled and offered his hand. “Rune Carver. Welcome to Cincinnati territory. “It’s me Nicolas Valero, Alpha here.” I shook his hand, it was firm without crushing me.

Something about his tone changed. “My name is Rio Vorthrane, Beta to Alpha Kael Vorthrane” he said. My breath caught as my ears registered that name again. My eyes widened slightly. “You’re—” “His cousin, and his Beta” he finished smoothly. My stomach twisted. Of course he was. Of course the one person who caught me falling from a window was tied to Alpha Kael of all people. “That explains the attitude,” I muttered. He laughed softly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Alvar Taking down the Greenvale pack doesn’t take long. The pack’s population is mostly old, sick, with few armed men. Syd's group puts up a fight, but they’re outnumbered and quickly defeated. I don't waste time on this man—he's not worthy of being my enemy. Once I have him under control, I find Anto on the east side, standing with the Luna of the pack and the Alpha's son beside him. They are preparing to escape.

The King’s rut. “Oh, poor Atlas,” Toran muttered, lifting his glass of ale to his lips and taking a slow sip. His gaze was hard. “It was so difficult getting that vial… what a waste of a plan... She should be dead by now. But plot twists happen when it comes to that bitch.” He glanced over his shoulder, meeting Valkyrie’s eyes. “Don’t they?” Valkyrie stayed silent. The unreadable look on her brother’s face unsettled her.

Alpha Leonardo fingers brushed my hair. He whiffed. “This is the perfect idea. Sophia will be grateful for that.” His lips pressed against my forehead. Breaking off, he reached for Vogar, lifting and throwing him over his shoulder. Alpha Leonardo’s fingers locked with mine. We stormed out of the warehouse. The sun had already set. The cold breeze lashed my exposed skin as I entered the car, Lucy had left outside. After Alpha Leonardo was able to identify it among others. Alpha Leonardo fixed Vogar in the booth of the car, locking him in.