Astor Haaland Novels & Stories

and I’ll pick us out some clothes and grab the towels.” He nodded and kissed my forehead before he headed in there. I let out a huge sigh. His emotions were all over the place and it was taking a toll on me. I could feel his sadness, exhaustion, and worry. They were thick and suffocating. I never truly understood the weight of being an Alpha until now. He worries for his people and everyone else that he hold dear to him. I’m amazed he doesn’t have some form of anxiety. I grabbed him a black shirt, dark ripped up blue jeans, and a pair of socks from him closet and sat them on the dresser. Then I reached in and grabbed a black pair of pants for me and a black shirt. We looked like the Addams

I wanted to run back and take the sheet fabric to cover my body again but I felt my knees weaken with how intense he was looking at me. He is not the Prince. He is the Alpha King Jacob—Alpha of the Moonlight Throne and King of all the thrones in the wilding forest. His gaze was already fixed in my eyes, yet I still felt it roaming over my body. “I-I’m sorry, Your grace. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” I bowed down to avoid his eyes. They were just pierced, and hot, and glaring. His stares could make anyone tremble in their knees. “Apology accepted. So you are my son’s new whore? The one he has taken on the night of choosing.” The sound of his footsteps drew nearer.

How could Donovan be so mean? She heard sure footsteps and rushed to her feet, her heart pounding as the door was opened to reveal Donovan. She observed Donovan's curly hair, now longer and more pronounced, triggering memories of his past cruelty when he bullied her as a child. But this time, he stood before her as an adult, his hair lending him an air of rugged allure rather than innocence. It no longer softened his features; instead, it accentuated his confident demeanor, transforming him into a figure of unsettling allure, like a wealthy male model untouched by the burdens of the world.

“How do I look?” “Gorgeous. As always.” We joined the stream of trainees heading to the training field. The air buzzed with nervous energy as five Alphas stood before us, commanding attention without even trying. But my eyes locked on only one. ”Adrian” He carried his father’s legendary aura and his own raw power like a second skin. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features and an intensity that made the morning cold feel suddenly warmer. When he spoke, explaining our purpose here and the brutal expectations ahead, his voice rolled over the field like thunder,calm, authoritative, impossible to ignore.

"Secondly, as you may have heard we lost Allison Wade, a much loved pack member, to this war, we are hoping to retrieve her body and give her the send off she deserves, that being said, if anyone has any information they think may be relevant, please come to my office immediately after we conclude tonight's meeting." She nods towards Darius and he escorts the potential Alpha's from the stage, the entire crowd, which had been muttering after her previous announcements falls silent, watching Flame as she once again, faces the crowd. "Our final bit of business this evening is to reinstate Cain Harding in his rightful place as co-Alpha." She smiles at me, offering her hand out for me to join her

No one could create such a vivid, golden colour. He's the Alpha of Desire. No contesting that fact. I hate to admire the dark hair that almost covers the intensity of his gaze, a contrast of light and dark. He is dressed to be an attendee of the party, in something that resembled a suit jacket, although a lot thinner with buttons glistening in the same colour of his eyes. The fabric of the jacket looking like a ebony coloured silk. The Alpha looks brilliant. "Lost for words?" I exhaled slowly. "You're the Alpha. You're Asher."