America Jacket Hetalia Novels & Stories

I said. Alpha Jo's brow furrowed in contemplation, his gaze searching mine for answers that eluded us both. "Ava, it's not that I doubt our connection," he replied, his voice tinged with regret. "But as the Alpha of our pack, I am bound by duty and tradition. Marrying an Omega goes against everything our society dictates."

He shifted to his human body and Valentina gasped out loud. "Cover yourself," dad growled irritably as the alpha stood there naked. "Alpha Jeremiah. What the hell do you think you are doing, breaking our pact?" "The pact is a joke and you should've known better than to bring a little girl into the battleground," the alpha of the Bloodmoon pack roared with laughter. "Valentina is no little girl. She could take out five of you with her bear hands if she wanted," Matthew interjected. He looked more annoyed than angry. He loved the damned Sunday dinner and didn't like it to interrupted.

My mouth tasted faintly of metal and blood as I bit down on my cheek. I hated that word. Omega. I hated it with every bit of me. “She’s Harlyn,” Ethan corrected with a low growl. “And that means more than you would ever have the privilege to understand.” And with that statement, he stood. It wasn't in a rush, neither was it aggressive but it was assertive enough to remind the room who was taller, Stronger, Alpha in every way Higan wasn’t. Then he turned to me, a small gesture that left my chest thundering for a different reason, and offered his hand.

One of the car doors opened. Alpha Jared stepped out with his beta. He was wearing a dark leather jacket which bore the sigil of his pack; a claw carved into a crescent tree etched in silver. His gaze swept across the small crowd and a disappointed look etched on his face. He was looking for me! I smiled. I knew he wanted to stare into my eyes and make me see the pride in his eyes. To brag about his soldiers and how strong they were. Too bad I wasn't there for such.

Jerk! And now, Amir had started playfully hitting Alexander on the chest, causing the Alpha to laugh. ‘‘Should I be scared?’’ He raised his brows at the Omega and Amir just whined at him. ‘‘What I mean by that is—that I miss you and I want you to knot me— right now !’’ ‘‘Alright, alright.’’ Alexander chuckled softly and eagerly helped the Omega undress. Amir had already taken off the suit jacket he was wearing and was only in the lace bodysuit, which was slightly blood stained from before.

If they were able to meet in such a large country, didn’t that mean they had some sort of chemistry between them? Alyssa thought that she should try getting together with Joshua. Joshua looked at her. She was very beautiful today. Girls from the United States were all very sexy. Since Alyssa was in the United States, she had to followed their fashion and dressed nicely. Her curvy figure and long legs were extremely eye-catching. Joshua didn’t think that it was a big deal, so he agreed.

I pull my lips back into a snarl and utter, “I’m not a slut.” The alpha’s smile widens. “Are you sure about that?” The way he asks has my stomach twisting and turning. I don’t think I should argue with this man, or he might make his insults a reality for me. I glance away, holding my tongue. “That’s what I thought,” the alpha chortles. “Now. Tell me, how many packs has that piece of shit forced under his command?”

My little warrior. Tonight we travel to Bastian's realm for cards. I've missed Ashrac and know his parents keep him away to give me time with my bride. The little red hellion has burrowed into my heart. Unlike a bride, he will live forever. I will never suffer the pain of losing him. I've given my bride a new set of leathers to wear tonight. They are a little less revealing with an added gauzy material that splits on the sides and enables her to fight if needed. She's in her bathing chamber changing while I impatiently wait.

I need water. I go downstairs and see my twin brother, Chris, sitting at the dining table. He looks like a mess. My brother usually looks good, and the ladies kiss the ground he walks on, but now he just looks like trash. I guess he's overthinking the alpha stuff. My brother is going to become the alpha of our pack, and he is overthinking it. He feels he doesn't have the potential, and he feels I deserve it, since I worked hard for it. It isn't a lie. I worked off my butt for that position. I want to rewrite history and become the alpha of our pack, but the dumb rule my ancestors made prevents ladies from being the alpha. Ladies could only be the Luna, how sexist of them.

I swallowed. “You’re still going to fight this bond, aren’t you?” His expression turned unreadable. “I am Alpha,” he said carefully. “My decisions affect the entire pack.” “That wasn’t my question.” Silence. Then, softly— “Yes.” Honest. At least that. I nodded once. “Good.” His brows furrowed slightly. “Good?” “If you’re fighting it,” I said, meeting his eyes steadily, “then I will too.” Something flickered in his gaze.