Alvin And The Chipmunks Novels & Stories

MARKS’, skated over, grinning at me through his helmet cage. “Alvin’s sister,” Emily said, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Soon to be step sister actually,” I corrected automatically, my cheeks heating while sending a glare at Emily's way. That only made them grin wider. “Doesn’t matter. She’s cute.” "Real cute, like a tiny chipmunk." "Nah she ain't that tiny, more like my cute hamster." "Dude that thing you have in your house ain't a hamster, it's a mutated rat that you made fat."

They kept calling each other best friends, as if it were completely normal, even as their bodies were wrapped in each other's embrace. Just thinking about it was enough to make me feel nauseous. I tore the doll apart and tossed it in the trash. I couldn't understand it. If Sampson was unhappy with me, he could simply sever our mate bond. Why did he have to fake an accident and go missing during patrol? The next day, I called for a meeting. Using my status as the Luna, I announced that the Alpha had died and that I would be preparing for his funeral. We would choose the pack's next Alpha from among those who had the blood of an Alpha.

Vienna whispered to me. “And how many Alphas do you know?” I inquired, and she laughed out loud. “Please, just call me Vee. You’ve earned it already,” she said as the large gates of Alpha Xavier’s mansion opened to let us in.

After the big hug I run over to where the dogs lived and start to pet them, my uncle speaks with my parents for a little while, until I hear my name being called. "Alright munchkin, we're gonna go now but we'll see you in three days" my dad smiles walking over, I nod getting up giving him a big hug telling him I'd miss him. My mum walks over picking me up in a tight squeeze, telling me she loved me before walking away, I turn watching them walk out the door sending me a final wave.

Gavin leads the pack in this area, or at least what they call a pack. Growing up, my dad used to talk about his pack, and how they were like a close-knit family. Multiple Alpha’s, Beta’s and even the odd Sigma uncle would come around on holidays. They would gather in smaller groups and come together with big heaps of food while all the kids ran rampant through the streets playing games until the sun came up. Family, he said. Packs were family… but not here.