Alvin Chipmunks Simon Novels & Stories

"Nobody wants such an old Luna as one of their leaders." "I'm not Luna, I am Prince Alpha," Simon started, puffing up his chest with stature. But then he cupped my ass and easily lifted me up off the floor so that I was straddling him. His voice got husky as he spoke again. "And I'm not old. You should know that best…or do you need me to remind you of how young I can be?" I moaned as his mouth found the mark on my neck and threw back my head in pleasure.

“My rogue Luna stepmother did this. Andrea Blackwood is using me as bait again to get pack resources. This is a new low, even for her.” “You think Andrea started this rumor?” “I know she did.” My hands shake with rage. “She loves to mess with my life. Remember when she tried to force me to mate with that creepy Simon Darkhowl?” Maggie makes a super gross face. “Ugh. Do not remind me.” Simon is a bad wolf. On our first meeting, he told me he wanted to lock me in a silver cage and let his three cousins run wild with me. I told him to get lost.

I asked, trying to keep the suspicion from my tone. "Alvin." Alvin was Simon's best friend, so it made since that he'd go to his house… the only problem was that Alvin had been at the party. I didn't accuse him of lying, though. I wanted to see how long it would take him to tell me the truth on his own. I was a little afraid of what the truth was, though. I didn't think he was cheating on me, but I'd been wrong before. "Oh… did you guys have a good time?"

Simon ran towards the pack house as fast as he could, inspecting the insides of the pack while looking around him. But everything there seemed normal. He saw the pack house and from the outside everything seemed normal. He came inside and went directly to their secret hideout for women and pups. Simon knocked on the door, and after taking the password and verifying his identity, their Luna, Rebecca, opened the door lock. She was worried about seeing Simon here because he never left his Alpha side in between any fights.

However, that is Owen's expertise and something that he can do in the morning. Simon then leaves the Boutique, gets into his car, then heads out of the city and back to the pack territory. Once there, he heads back to the barracks and meets up with Owen, who has half a dozen males with him. Simon smiles. These males are perfect. However, he knows that Lavinia will do what he has asked her to do and they won't need them.

“They were at different stages, some were just bones, others looked like they have been there for some time. Others may be from a few days ago.” Alwin had been breaking his own law. How had I not seen it? It was time for me to wake up and see Alwin for what he really was, nothing more than a monster. I grab hold of Chepi who had stopped once again, her eyes back on the stars. Simon links me asking if there is any news, but there wasn’t anything for me to say. I still hadn’t found my mate and oh wait, I had failed to see what was really happening in this world.

Simon began to push against my entrance and was able to get the tip in before a loud growl ripped through the air. Simon quickly got up pulling his pants up and tucking his shirt partially in his pants. "What in the bloody hell was that?" I shouted. There was nothing in sight and the tree line to the forest was a good ways back. Simon quickly scanned the area but was unable to find anything . He quickly helped me to my feet announcing we should go inside. Once inside I asked if Simon if he knew the answer to what animal would make that kind of sound. Simon was looking out the window before he responded.

Simon smirk deepened until something clicked. His brows pulled together slightly. “Wait.” The air shifted. “You already broke up with her?” This time, there was no teasing in his tone. Just curiosity and the faintest edge of surprise. Calvin didn’t answer immediately. Silence settled between them, thick and waiting. Then— His phone lit up. A soft vibration cut through the room as a message flashed across the screen. [Alvin: Good day, sir. We will make preparations, awaiting your arrival.] Calvin’s eyes lowered, the faint glow of the screen reflecting in his darkened gaze. For a brief second, something shifted in his expression subtle, deliberate.

He walks slowly and carefully to the microphone. “My name is Albert Simms,” he says, removing his hat to show respect for our gathering, “My friends call me Al. And I hate to say this, but I think I have an idea of what’s going on here.” The crowd goes silent in anticipation of his words. “I think they must have had help from another shifter,” he continues gravely, “The details. The way they know who to target. Where the target is located. I don’t see how they would know all these things unless one of our kind is assisting them.”

“Who?” “My Spanish friend,” Simon said. “The one you used to bully in high school.” Recognition dawned. Damon burst into laughter. “Shit. Dork Xavier?” Simon rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You call him that. But he’s not a dork anymore.” He leaned against the wall. “He’s built now. Like… really built.” Damon grinned. “No way. I can’t wait to see him. I kinda miss his dorky ass.”