Alvin 2007 Novels & Stories

I smile at him "Good then" We enter the car, Alvin sat with Leo in the front, while Kat and Amanda were with me at the back. Alvin, age 40, behaves really bossy, father of two, has a grumpy and strict voice tone, special skill weapons, known to be a method man, smells like vodka really.

Alex grinned, poking his head into the room. His sandy blonde hair was combed into a neat pompadour cut. A big difference from his usual mess. Like Logan and the other guys, he was in a gray suit but was wearing a wine-red dress shirt with a white tie and a white dahlia boutonniere. He cleans up nicely.

“No, I don’t really think its that relevant. But I was just thinking, didn’t you burn all the know unique ones down? Remember the party?” “That’s exactly the reason why this is impossible.” She slumped down on the couch right across where Charlie is. “All of the known unique ones were in that party. There’s no way she’s one of them. I pretty much have ended all of them a long time ago.” It was the bitter truth about Alvah. She wasn’t the innocent or funny person that everyone thought of. And the Jinni’s from the future, wanted to make sure that she remains exonerated.

But the wench had looked so hot and then finding out that I had been fucking an Alpha Princess kind of got into my head. Alvin, my wolf, woke up with outrage. He had been muffled for years now, the damned charm had gagged him so much that he had even stopped speaking. Now the sound of his anger inside my skull was so loud. Alvin had always been patient and loyal but he was born to rule inside me, and his patience was what made him unnecessary.

I turned around to give him a snarky retort, but the words died in my throat and my mouth fell open at the sight of him. Alvin was standing there, completely shirtless. His hair was a mess and he had dark circles under his eyes as he had barely slept. He was also in the middle of a massive yawn, his arms stretched high above his head. I caught myself staring at the way his muscles moved, the sharp line of his abs, and the way his low grey sweatpants sat on his hips. Holy shi— The spatula slipped from my hand, clattering loudly to the floor. “Whoa, easy there, Chef. Don't burn the house down on my account,” Alvin teased, a lazy, lopsided smirk playing on his lips.

“What the –“ Alvin quickly turns his attention to the other Beta. “You as well,” he says, his voice still taking on that note of command. “Release me.” The other Beta looks in wonder at the boy, but his hands open. Alvin flies out of their grasp, streaking for the line of Hummers positioned behind the troops – the same cars that carried them there. Alvin chooses one in particular - one with a megaphone on top. It’s a work of seconds, really – just moments have passed since Victor stepped forward onto the field, since Alvin gave his command, since he climbed in the hummer –

It is Alvin. He looks terrible. His clothes are rumpled, his hair is a mess, and his face is flushed with pure anxiety. The moment he sees Jodie sitting on the bed weeping, his eyes fill with deep sorrow. "What the hell are you doing here, Alvin?" I ask, stepping between him and Jodie as my voice hardens. Alvin drops to his knees right there on the hard floor, looking up at me and Jodie with tears streaming down his face.