Ann Veritas Alpha Nocturne Novels & Stories

Eze demanded, having joined our defensive position with evident, focused urgency. Corvus hesitated, old conflict visible beneath his continued, guarded composure. "Then I don't yet know," he admitted honestly, unexpected vulnerability bleeding through his hardened, considerable resolve. "Vesper's words have troubled me considerably these past several days, Alpha Cross. I find myself genuinely uncertain regarding whatever path forward truly honors my beloved friend's devastating, considerable memory."

“Veronica—” I raised one hand. Not a command. A fact. He stopped. I stepped closer, close enough to smell the ruin on him—his Alpha scent spiked with agony and something darker, something that still pulled at the omega in me like a hook. My nipples tightened under my scrubs. I ignored it. I had learned to ignore a lot of things since I fled with his pup growing inside me. “Name,” I said flatly. His voice came out rough, scraped raw. “Justin Halderman.”

Sandilo glared at Veron and said, “How dare you ask me to commit such a crime! How can place the world’s best enchantress on this lowly floor!” Vivian burst out laughing at his exaggerated praise. “I can see that. You seem to have lost your mind…” He said clenching his fist. “Vivi, please… this is serious…” Apra said in a pleading voice. Vivian couldn’t bear to see Apra in despair. So, she said, “We have convinced the Alpha to stall the attack till the next full moon. We don’t need to prepare because there won’t be any attack.” Veron's staggered slightly by this statement and said with disbelief, “You are joking right… Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack is known for his determination and ambition.

Alex looked over to where Ash was looking and saw four people. One was a long, black-haired female with good style who looked older and clearly was an alpha. And an arm was wrapped around her by a man who is clearly his mate, and he is also Alpha. Next to them was a boy who was like a teenager's kid and was also an Alpha. He was holding hands with a pretty lady with brown, shaggy hair and glasses. She was a beta. He saw the four of them make their way towards a table. Alex looked over at Ash and grabbed his hand gently as he led them to the table his siblings were at with their drinks in their free hands.

Akito laughed, he wasn't even a little bothered that I was naked. It took me a minute to gather myself, I picked up the blazer and wore it, it smelled like him. "Daichi, you need to leave." Akito pushed him out of the room and they slammed it shut. Daichi has an alpha dad and a beta mum and he's a beta but he has alpha inclinations like, normal betas can't smell the pheromones of alphas and omegas but he can and he is susceptible to omega pheromones, like someone who just learned how to use them, he can't control his urges when he smells omega pheromones.

“Let the crowning begin!” With those final words, the wolves erupted into cheerful, loud growls. The council elder approached me holding the ceremonial crown high, placing it upon my head. With that simple act, I felt a rush of power course through my veins. My senses igniting; it was as if the forest came to life surrounding me, I was no longer just Xavier—I was Alpha. Alpha of the Golden Dawn. Let the bond be sealed!” the elder declared. Making way for me to locate my Luna.

"If I'm not mistaken, she should be the daughter of Alpha Kael of Bloodridge, right?" Marcus nodded calmly, not saying much. "They happen to be a strong alliance for this pack. It would help to strengthen our borders, prevent invention from rogues and rival packs." I let out a dark laugh, wowed at their audacity. "So that's it. That's how it's done now? Blindly replace one ghost with yet another." "I can't remember then saying that she's death. She's living, breathing and most importantly, willing to be your Luna."

Luna, the Alpha of Nampa, carried an air of authority, her presence commanding respect. Alpha Burst, with his diplomatic finesse, had orchestrated this gathering of realms. Emissaries from distant territories had come, seeking to solidify alliances with Nampa. Letters of goodwill and requests for full-fledged alliances adorned the table, reflecting the complexities of diplomacy in the supernatural realm. As Luna took her seat at the centre of the chamber, the room fell into a respectful silence. Alpha Burst, standing beside her, and Alpha Zephyr, representing Blackmoon, flanked her sides. The unity between the three Alphas was evident, a formidable force that spoke of mutual respect and coop

Midnight has passed. The moon’s soft glow fell upon the ruined ritual circle—blood-soaked stones, broken altar, and the scent of black magic long burnt out. In the center of it all, slumped on the ashen ground, the Alpha—Sebastian lay unmoving. And beside him, his queen, Veronica, knelt, her trembling hands covered in blood… of not just his and her own. She wasn’t crying. Not anymore. Not after she has already poured all of her tears out.

“So the mighty Alpha’s heir, the child of prophecy, obeys a fragile, breakable little mortal.” I stood, stretching my arms, feeling the weight of the moment unfurl. The room shifted in color; even the shadows seemed to grin. “Tell me more about this Vera.” The shadow hesitated. “She’s human-born. No bloodline, no magic. But…” “But?” “She’s mated.” “Ah.” I arched a brow. “To whom?” “To the Beta of Lucas’s pack. A man named Grant.”