America Jacket Hetalia Novels & Stories

He wasn't even talking to me like he used to, and it was tearing me apart more than I wanted to admit. Because death duels would soon start pouring in now that I had become the Alpha King. Wolves from several packs would arrive to challenge me after a full year had passed. How was I supposed to win if I couldn't shift? A hand wrapped around my arm, snapping me out of my thoughts. Ariella flashed me a smile, standing tall in a shimmering navy-blue ball gown with off-the-shoulder neckline. Her long brown hair cascaded in soft waves, while delicate silver earrings glinted beneath the strands. A silver flower crown was placed on her head, giving her an elegant, regal appearance.

Joshua looked at the guy wearing denim pants and a white Jacket with an American flag; he grabbed Alex by the chest, pushing him against the car. He looked at the American, then tossed Alex to the ground. “If I see you close to my sister again, you won't get off so lightly.” The Americans walk up to Joshua, then point the back of the knife to Joshua's face as the others circle around him. “Do you know who this is?” “Salute Alex," says the American, lifting him from the ground. ”Who's this guy? Let's teach him a lesson.” Before Alex can answer them, the American pulls out a gun and points it at Joshua's head.

But just as I thought all hope was lost, a voice called out to me. "Madam, madam," a voice called, causing me to pause. I turned to see the source, my burdened heart yearning for a glimmer of possibility. The man who approached me had dark hair and piercing blue eyes, his stature exuding confidence. He, too, was a beta, like me. His confidence indicated his alpha was powerful, and it piqued my curiosity. I couldn't help but wonder if his alpha was one of the individuals Jake had wronged.

“I’d hope you know me better than that by now.” “I know you as Alpha Jericho, leader of the Breaking Dawn pack. I don’t know you as Jericho, my mate. Those are two different things.” “Yes, but you should also know by now that I won’t mistreat someone just for laughs.” “So you don’t want me to dress like a Luna?” Jericho frowns at me. “What does a Luna dress like?” “You know, pretty dresses, high heels, make-up.” “Yeah. You don’t strike me as the high heels and make-up type.”

The Alpha's second gift was a brown jacket, which had a pretty detailing of the dark brown zipper, heavy and fluffy in my hands. If I hadn't recognised it immediately as a jacket Axel had worn on the first day, I'd have recognised it from the thick scent clinging to its fabric–so strong that I could practically smell it through the distance.

From earlier, she didn't dare to be far away from the Alpha. “Are you uncomfortable? We can move somewhere else,” he offered the Omega. Alpha Addy took off his denim jacket and put it on his Omega's shoulders. “There is no need to change places. By the way, thank you for the jacket.” Serry hugged Addy's waist while placing her head on the chest of the Alpha's field. “Hmm… I see if you're uncomfortable with your dress exposed on the sleeves, so I'm taking my jacket to your body,” he said, hugging his Omega's body. He immediately let go of his embrace when a waiter came to his desk carrying a menu book.

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.

The same guy speaks up, looking to Alexander now for clarification. Alexander looks down at him with a small glare and nods. "Adom, this is Jordon and this one here is Jace" Adom turns to say hello to both men and feels out of place when he sees everyone is in such casual attire aside from him. Even Alexander who usually wears a suit to work is in just a button up and some jeans. "Did I come at a bad time?" Adom turns to Alexander and asks, almost a whisper between just the two of them. Alexander just shakes his head, still smiling, still little moon crescents for eyes. Seeing Alexander like this makes Adom break out into a smile too. He's been so worried that Alexander will treat him coldly

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”