America Jacket Hetalia Novels & Stories

He wasn't weak, and he didn't need an Alpha protecting him all the time. "Okay, buddy," Ohm said, turning around to start making more caffeine-related drinks. Seth was next in line, and when he got to the counter, he smirked at Ash as he looked at the Omega up and down. Ash was wearing a black beanie, a white t-shirt that hugged his biceps, and black skinny jeans. It was Ohm who came up with the uniform. White t-shirts and black skinny jeans. Ash didn't like it at all, but since it was Ohm Cafe, he wore it anyway.

He smiled, though his long-time friend would not see it. Jade Spencer, known as Luffy, to her packmates looked out of the hotel window and over the parking lot which was now filled with twenty different Harleys. She was the alpha of the nomad pack known as The Straw Hat Pirates. Most werewolf packs had set territories but during World War II Jade had requested a group of warriors to help patrol North America and defend against invasion. She was part of the team that stopped the Nazi attack on the Horseshoe Curve located in Altoona Pennsylvania.

Then suddenly she reached out and grabbed the jacket, wrapping her slimy fingers around it. "I gave it to Aria." Alpha Cole muttered in that signature impassive voice of his, almost drily. But Holly's ears were made of tadpoles and she had sworn to never get the cue. "Oh Cole, you are so kind to your pack members that it could be misunderstood. I will hold it for you." And she went on to hug the jacket as if her life depended on it. Fucking bitch. I dug my fingers into my arms, staring outside the window and waiting for this stifling ride to be over.

He doesn't deserve this. "Silence!" the Alpha bellows and the murmurs gradually die down. "You are wrong, gentleman," he says, as he looks at the middle aged accuser and he looks a bit mad at him. "This is not because of Head Warrior Jonah." Jonah is Jessica's father's name. "This rogue pack is indeed attacking all the packs in America in order to look for some silly gem that they believe brings immortality." The disbelief and exasperation in the Alpha's face isn't too hard to see as he holds up a piece of paper in front of everyone. "This letter they left clearly says so," he says. "I will read it out now."

From then on, only authorized people can see him. The crowd watched as a very handsome brown-haired young man dressed in a blue suit climbed up to the stage. "This is my son, your soon-to-be Alpha king, Murphy Castillo." the Alpha king announced with pride and everyone cheered, whistled and applauded. Unmated females in the audience looked lovestruck and wished sincerely that he'd be their mate even though the reality was that he wasn't.

Nobody in the company would want anything bad to happen. But could I trust her? Her previous actions replayed in my mind, making me feel uncomfortable. "Thank you, Amanda. I'll do my best with this project." "So, how are you planning to meet Harrison?" Amanda nudged me with her elbow. "You just arrived in the United States, and I guess you've only heard about Harrison. He's the most famous, youngest, and most powerful alpha in the entire country. Many noble ladies can't even get a glimpse of Harrison. Do you think you'll have a chance?"

The scent of burning wood hinted at the communal fires where pack members gathered for warmth and camaraderie. Alpha Dominic, a robust figure with a grizzled beard and keen, observant eyes, awaited us at the edge of the central clearing. His presence exuded authority, tempered with a warmth that spoke of a leader deeply connected to his pack. Dominic's coat, made out of fur, is a blend of grays and blacks, mirroring the colors of the ancient trees that surrounded the pack's territory.

The one carrying his child should have been me, not Diana. “I didn’t think you would be here.” A sharp edged voice cut through my thoughts and I snapped out of it to see Alpha Cruz staring down at me. He was dressed in a White and Brown pyjama. His top three buttons undone, and his hair roughed. Maybe I want to burst out laughing just a little. Never did I think of him as the Pjama type. But I had to admit that he looked so good in it. Too cute. It made me imagine what his baby version would have looked like. He must have been so cute and troublesome, holding a teddy with a lollipop in his mouth, his big eyes wetting his bigger cheeks as he cried to his Mother for more candy.

he says, pulling on his leather jacket, which has Russian characters on the back and a skull on the front that I had no idea about. Me, Aiden, Kol, and Ethan have made it a habit to wear leather jackets to school. How come? I still didn't know. However, it looked really stylish. Aiden and Ethan wore matching jackets with Russian words, and my leather jacket matched Kol's with a simple white rose and the words "Sinful Angels." Aiden and Ethan showed off their jackets a lot, but I had no understanding what it meant. "I thought you'd like something sweet before having to go through what you're going to go through today."

Alpha Carlo teased us, chuckling and making me blush more. Fortunately, the Luna came to the rescue. She elbowed Alpha Carlo and took over the conversation. "Don't mind him. He should have introduced me to you, not teased you." She smiled before extending her hand to me. "I'm Helena, the Luna of Crimson Howl. It's Amerie, right? Nice to finally meet you, Amerie. I hear a lot about you." The way she behaved reminded me of my mother. She was indeed the real Luna.