Bald Alastor Novels & Stories

Alex's cousin, well, they are surprised when they know about him, and God knows how many times Sebestian tries to control his mate, who wants to kill Alvin because he is saying stupid things about Ashly and Monika. Sebestian knew it was intentional. Alvin is not a bad person; he is just testing his omega because he fucking heard about Ashly and Allen being badass. But Sebestian still prays to God to give Alvin some peace of mind. Alex already told them about his cosuine being a big trouble; he even told Allen to beat the shit of Alvin if Allen wanted. But of course, Sebestian is there to control his mate.

“I don’t know why he did this to me.” Alden sits there, considering that. Seeing how much this bothers him, I’m glad I’m sitting here. He’s going to find out what happened and why. He’s the Alpha of Wisdom. I have nothing but spite left for Time. No fear. “It’s doctored,” he mutters. “This isn’t a real mark. It’s a deeper brand. A claim.”

My mate slapped my ass, and the crowd went wild. “Please don't,” I yelled. “Take your clothes off, Dennis,” Alastor ordered. “No, Alpha, he's just a boy,” Fitzroy begged, grabbing onto Alastor's hand. Alastor's eyes darted to where Fitzroy's hand was. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY SCUM!.” Venom, Alastor's wolf was at the forefront. I couldn't look, so I closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same with my ears.

Added one more line, because the evidence demanded it even if I wasn't ready for what it meant: Which means they knew I was coming. Before Alastor did.

She fell to on the snow, breathing, bleeding and wincing from effort. The wolf sauntered towards her, a smirk implanted on his muzzle. He raised his paw to finish her up but suddenly a strong force kicked him and he went flying in the woods. "Who is it?" A large black wolf snarled at the unknown man. "You are all so pathetic, I feel bad for killing you all. But what to do you have already spoiled my good mood , now see what I will do!" Alastor smirked and waved his hand as his eyes shaded coloured into glowing white.

Only he, a former party man would go to the lengths of this current affair. "God Al, I've been searching for you for ages..." I look up in time, just before smacking into someone's broad chest. I blink, looking up blankly. A handsome man stands over me, dark, smoldering eyes burning into mine. I swallow nervously. I've never seen him before, although he looks oddly familar. That floppy brown hair...but that perfectly sculpted body is unfamilar. "You have?" He called me Al, and only very few people know that. Wait...it can't be.

Placing the scotch carefully on the table, I asked coldly, whipping my head back, " Don't you know that a woman shouldn't be touched without permission, bald boy?" The guy named Albas was speechless for a second. He was bald in the head and looked no less than a joker. He ran a hand over his head before growling, " Bitch you...you are insulting me? ME? Do you know what I can do to you?" The male staff was kind enough to step between. He pleaded to the guy, gesturing at me to keep my mouth shut,

“And I want no one to enter this room unless I am here to see what they find.” “What?” I shouted. “You can’t do this, Dominic! You are crossing a line that you shouldn’t, what is the council going to say? How could you even believe that I would do such a thing?” “I hope,” he said over his shoulder, his voice dangerously calm, “that you didn’t do this.” Guards entered immediately. I stepped back. “I am your Luna.” He turned slowly. “And I am your Alpha,” he replied. “And my patience is not infinite.”

Alastor replied dismissively. “What’s it for?” Ashton pressed. “That’s none of your business,” Alastor shot back, his demeanor shifting to one of irritation. He has to be an alpha since he confidently spoke to Ashton that way, and Ashton appeared to be wary around him. After a moment, Ashton asked out of the blue, “Are you responsible for the note?” “What note?” Alastor asked, puzzled. Either he doesn't know, or he is such a good actor. But we certainly can't tell that yet.

“You have two choices. Be my guest… or be my slave.” Her heart twisted. Her lips curled into a scowl. “Your slave? Are you demented?” His grin was slow, sharp, and wicked. “No, Butterfly. I’m your Alpha.”