Archer's Voice Novels & Stories

Damn. His lips curved into a grin, slow and knowing. “Damn... you're dangerous, aren't you? Gorgeous, fucking stunning and armed with a vase.” His mismatched eyes accessed me, his lips curled with a grin that could make women melt. A blush crept up my cheeks and my face flushed. Gathering myself, my expression hardened. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" "I'm Archer. And your men wants me to look after you, while they're gone."

I stepped into the water, sending small ripples across the surface, and sat down about two yards away from him. Archer pulled his gaze back almost immediately, slipping back into his usual shell of cold detachment. The area was silent, save for the occasional rhythmic drip of water hitting the stone. From the corner of my eye, I could see the lean, powerful lines of his chest and abdomen, his Alpha physique rippling under the play of light and water. I tilted my head away, avoiding the suffocating weight of his presence. Just as the silence was about to turn solid, Archer spoke. His voice was a bit raspy from the steam. "You want something to eat?"

Her voice, a delicate whisper of vulnerability and love, trembled slightly as she spoke, "What is it, Archer? Why is Mateo constantly patrolling the borders? Is something wrong? What is it that you see in his actions that I don't understand?" The room seemed to hold its breath as Archer inhaled deeply, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his contemplation. He knew that the truth he was about to reveal would open doors to complex corridors of emotions. But it was a necessary step, an essential journey into understanding the intricacies and dynamics of their unique bond.

[CW - Brief reference to wanting to die (played for dark humor). Please look after yourself while reading.] Shouting was never a pleasant thing to wake up from. Less so when you’re camping in the middle of a forest where you’ve been fighting through rogues to get to some stupid nunnery in exactly the wrong direction to travel. Yes, that’s what Archer was facing as he groaned awake. He immediately regretted being awake when he realized that he was still nauseous.

“You are the next Alpha. What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” His father shakes his head in frustration, and his eyes lock onto mine. He groans loudly, knowing how big of a fuck up this is. He asks, “What do I have to do to keep you quiet, Riley?” I open my mouth, but his attention isn’t on me anymore; it’s on Archer. One of his eyebrows raises in surprise, and he says, “Well, Mr. Archer, you’ve returned home.” Archer’s voice is deep and authoritative as he says, “It’s Alpha Archer.”

"This is the boy who thinks himself Alpha of the West." A murmur coming from my warriors ran through the gathered wolves. My chest tightened, not with fear, but with the urge to bare my teeth towards him. I stopped before him, the space between us charged with snapping tension. "I am not a boy," I said evenly. "I am Alpha Archer of the West." The corner of his mouth curved, not a smile, but a predator's amusement as he watched me. He circled once, his eyes dragging over me like a blade testing for weakness. Then after that he leaned close, his voice low enough that only I could hear.

Archer took it in a coded manner in other not to arouse suspicion. “You will know with time. Your arrogance will surely be stripped away, and you will be left bare like the day you were born,” the other hunter said. Archer pulled his foot forward, and another one behind him as he prepared to fight. These people were so irritating and rude to the beam, and it was very annoying to observe.

“I can handle myself.” Archer tilted his head a little, like he was studying me. His wet hair fell slightly into his eyes, and for a second, he didn’t say anything. His gaze dropped—just for a moment—to my lips before he looked back at me again. His eyes were darker up close, like melted chocolate but sharper somehow. “Yeah,” he said finally, his voice low and steady, with that lazy kind of confidence he always seemed to have. “But I didn’t like how he was looking at you.”