Alvin X Brittany Novels & Stories

Taking my hands out of his, I turned to the unconscious Nex and said, “Now then, make haste. Before a guard finds out something is up in this room.” Alvin nodded before approaching Nex. He seemed hesitant at first, but soon enough, he got to work in undressing her, kissing her on the neck and leaving some hickies. Not the same as leaving the mate mark on her, but I suppose that can’t be helped since he’s so devoted to me. To my disappointment and disgust…

, possessive much I asked him when I saw the shirt, but I still had a big smile on my face. That was last week, this morning daddy said he's busy, he and Alvin had work. I founded out that Alvin is the Beta, he's next in charge after daddy, he can't order me around since I'm luna, but as my older brother, he said I'll have to do as asked. Not fair in my eyes but I wasn't about to have a fight with him over that, he never asks me to do anything, until today, daddy have already left, that's when Alvin came into the entertainment room where I and Sammy were having a Nintendo match.

I whimpered and started digging my nails into his arms. ”She’s feisty, that always makes it more fun,” he said as he pulled back. ”I’m Aron and we’re gonna get to know each other really well tonight,” the others laughed. ”Gabriella,” he said my name as if he had practiced it. It rolled off his tongue and a look of distaste grew on his face. He made a tsk sound with his tongue and looked at Easton. ”You actually got the Alphas wife-” He spat and his eyes turned cold and hard.

Did she think they were playing hide-and-seek or what? “What the heck are you doing to her?” I swore I was about to tell Oxley to start the punishment at once. How the heck did someone else beat me to it? Wait! That shouldn’t be the problem. The crux of the matter was that the toad claiming to be a knight in shining armor was one of the tributes sent by Alpha Holmes. A warrior, huh? One of the warriors from the Moon Howler Pack felt he could order my beta around because of his princess. Tsk!

My mind raced with possibilities. Before I could say a word, a firm hand gripped my upper arm, pulling me aside. I turned to see a warrior standing beside me, his expression stern. “Please step aside,” he instructed, his tone gruff. “I am Ava. I am Jacob’s—” I began, but the warrior interrupted, roughly pulling me to the side. The music shifted to something more romantic, and the guests rose from their seats, smiles blooming on their faces as they looked toward the French doors.

he murmured, and Saraya’s gaze instinctively flicked toward Alvin. Kevin and Victor, sensing they should give the others a moment, stepped back with Lucy in tow. “What was the need to put your life in danger?” Alvin asked gently, though Saraya was completely mesmerized by his wings. Basil had been right—Alvin’s wings were beyond any definition of beautiful. Catching her gaze fixed on them, Alvin shook his head with a faint smile, realizing she was in awe. He stepped closer, closing the distance, and stood directly in front of her.

Alvin was born and raised in Aetheria, he had golden hair, deep blue eyes, and royal blood. “Mr. Alvin, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to Hemsworth," Kira slightly lifted her bright red lips, grinned, and extended her clean and beautiful hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Kira. It’s our honor to have you at our show,” Alvin replied a bit awkwardly and shook hands with her. Ada glanced at Alvin, then at Kira, feeling the atmosphere a bit off. They should be meeting for the first time, right? Why did it feel like Alvin and Kira knew each other before?

“We’ll have a real girl’s night.” “Ohhh,” Bridgette hums, her eyes shining. “That would be amazing. They can –“ “Hey!” Alvin interrupts, looking angrily between us. “We cannot have a girl’s night. I am not a girl.” “You can be an honorary girl! For one night!” I say cheerfully, moving swiftly to him and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “My little daughter, Alvina!” “No!” He protests as Bridgette laughs. “I will not be a girl I will be…” he closes his eyes and I watch him, dying to know his plan. He pauses a moment, thinking, and then his eyes snap open.

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”