An Alpha For Christmas Novels & Stories

she said in a quiet voice. My brows furrowed. “Who could it be?” Kaiden didn't need to be introduced when entering my chambers. Who was it? I wondered. “Send them in.” I rose to my feet, taking the book with me. Jasper walked into the room, draped in a mourning attire. “Jasper, what's going on? What's with the attire?” I asked softly. Jasper dropped his eyes to the marble floor, his voice shaking as he spoke. “The Alpha is dead.” The book in my hand dropped to the floor.

My wolf moved ahead more uneasy. He stated, "That is not something you can do." “And you aren’t able to pull folks out of parties as if they belong to you " I retorted. "Oh hold on. You’re the Alpha. Perhaps you have that power.” His jaw tightened. I should have been afraid. Or embarrassed. Or something normal. Instead I remained still breathing rapidly overwhelmed by emotions questioning why the fire at the party seemed chilly in contrast, to the warmth radiating from him now. The instant lingered. Dense. Electric. A stillness that seemed like quiet and more, like the breath taken before everything shifted.

"Also, I'm sorry once again. I.." "No worries.. this is nothing. It's me Albert, I've still got dates lined up with a lot of she wolves, even tonight. One rejection doesn't mean I've lost my spark yet. Afterall, I'm still the most sought-after Alpha in this city." I almost laughed out with the way he carried himself. He wasn't lying though. I was just glad he wasn't taking the rejection as bad as I had thought he would.

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”

At the back of the room, Frida's apple stops halfway to her mouth. "I didn't think a day like this would come so quickly." Garren clasps his hands behind his back, pacing a short line away from the head of the table. "Now that the era of the white witch is behind us —" he pauses, and a collective exhale is let out in the room, "we can move forward. Properly. Without looking over our shoulders." He turns, looks at his Alpha chair and Kai. "I love being your Alpha." He looks around the table, at each face in turn, smiling. "I have given everything I have to this pack. You know that. I believe you know that."

An Alpha is possessive, they take and claim, they don´t share, or wait for their mate to be ready, or get her head out of her ass. I don´t know where all of this is coming from, or who the woman who answered was, but I looked at them and took a deep breath: "Please..."

he said winking at me. I rolled my eyes smiling back at him unable to be angry with my big goofy Alpha. I popped some strawberries into my mouth enjoying the food, everything really was delicious. "To answer your earlier question, after breakfast I have somrhing I would like to give to you for christmas, only the high pack members will join us in the living room and exchange gifts." I turned towards Felix who was sipping on some black coffee and watching over our pack members as if danger would come at any moment.

A name echoes from the depths, not my own, a title spoken in whispers and screams by a thousand voices: The World-Ender. And beneath the title, a single, coherent memory slams into me with the force of a freight train. I’m standing over the ruins of a different city, a different Instance, my hands dripping with something that isn’t blood, looking at a man with familiar, wary eyes. Liam Reed. He’s saying my name—my real name—and his voice is the only anchor in a world coming apart. The memory vanishes as quickly as it came, leaving me gasping on my knees in the white nothingness. But it left something behind. A scent. Not ozone, but something wilder. Pine and frost and furious, untamed power.

It had simply grown, the way things grow when you leave enough room. "What's the intention?" Theo asked. Jamie turned to me, her expression fierce and warm at the same time. "That Christmas is happening in this house. Regardless of elder councils or winter gatherings or whatever the wolf world has planned for the twenty-fourth." She fixed me with a look that brooked no argument. "Christmas. Is. Happening." I stared at the tree. At the library corner with its lamp and its worn armchair and the bookshelves holding a century of Hawthorne history. At my mother's photograph on the windowsill, still watching over all of it.

he said, after those words everyone looked so tensed And as I was about to leave the office my dad stopped me "winter not you" I turn around and Xander closed the door, only him dad,mom and me where left there "sit" he motioned for the chair in front of him and I took a sit, as I looked at my mom she looked tensed and sad while Xander looked tensed " winter as you know the alphas will arrive today, I would appreciate it if you get close to one of the alphas if they seem interested in choosing you as their chosen mate" i frozed 'noo dont let them do this to us wi, we have a mate waiting for us, please don't deprive us of our mate' she whimpered