Avengers Hercules Novels & Stories

But whoever challenges the Alpha's Beta to a point of death, only challenge the Alpha himself. Hercules isn't someone to mess with. He had never been beaten in a war floor, main reason he was called the Alpha of Alpha's.

Mom knew all about my failed trip with Randell to Montville and how he had abandoned me all alone and helpless there, taking away all my money and leaving me penniless so I couldn't even find another hotel if I wanted to. She also knew that I was verbally harassed and probably nearly assaulted by an Uber driver there. On top of that, she was also aware that I would have been trapped in the Montville floods had I stayed there just a moment longer if I wasn't able to catch the flight to Merunica. Mom was best friends with Randell's mom, Hilary Jacobson, and she had also apologized profusely to Mom before for this incident, so Mom decided to just let it be for Hilary's sake.

“You don’t get it—he’s not acting alone. He’s pulling people in, dangerous people. If you don’t listen, you’re both screwed.” My pulse stuttered. Not alone. Barry had always been terrifying enough by himself. The thought of him with allies—of his reach growing—made bile rise in my throat. Dante’s voice was ice. “And why should I believe a damn word out of your mouth?” “Because I used to run with him,” the stranger said, words tumbling faster now. “And I got out before he burned me, too. He doesn’t forgive. He doesn’t forget. You think you’ve seen what he can do? You haven’t.”