Bald Alastor Novels & Stories

This alpha was peculiar. He was the renowned Alexander Bad. He had a reputation. He was one of the most powerful alphas to have ever graced the community, but also a ladies’ man, and a ruthless heartbreaker. Rumor had it that he once single-handedly took care of a vampire clan that was making trouble in the area. He was no joke. An alpha this powerful couldn’t possibly want me, the latest wolfless addition to the pack, to call him by his given name. “A penny for your thoughts?” He let out softly as he kept on driving, seemingly not liking my silence.

Although his name was already famous in the city, those who had laid their eyes on him were only a handful. I gasped at the man standing before me and I could not believe that I was actually staring at the mysterious alpha, who had the whole city shaken even before his appearance. Rumors had it that this never seen before alpha was ruthless and had the face of a demon. No one dared to look at him in the eyes or they will find themselves in hell without knowing how they arrived there. But I finally know that those rumors were just an exaggeration. I have never a man so beautiful and handsome like this one.

And standing closest to the fire is no other than Alastair. He’s not wearing a robe. In fact, he’s not wearing much at all. He only has a loincloth, and while his physique is amazing, I find it hard to see. Mainly because black hair is starting to cover his body. At first I thought he’s smiling, but he’s only baring his teeth, showing his sharp incisors. Longer and pointier than normal. His gray have become pure white, much like the moon. Much like the eyes of the wolves in the forest.

“The moon goddess?! Haven't goddess Paramethra and goddess Sol been enemies since the dawn of creation?” “Yes, they are, which is why the goddess of Earth took advantage of the situation and devoured the pack, as that is the White Moon pack with all pure white wolves members, but no one survived after the so-called purification of Paramethra. That's why they are called the ghost pack.” “But, given Alpha Chaste's wounds, do you think they returned? Or was goddess Sol able to save some of them? And now they're lurking in our territory, ready to harm our Alpha.”

I swear there was something wrong with her. I jumped off the now broken desk and landed in front of the boys. I could have sworn I saw them crying, or was it just my imagination. The whole thing was ironic though. Imagine seeing two boys crying because of a white wolf that normally looked adorable. Alana cackled evilly at the situation. "Please don't eat us. We won't try to fight again. I forgive him and he forgives me. I promise that we will live in peace and harmony from now. We won't-" I cut off the blonde guy's rant with a growl.

I knew who he was before he even spoke. Elder Kael. One of the council heads from the West Wolf Region. Two other wolves stood behind him. “Alpha Salvatore,” Elder Kael said coldly. “Luna Elena.” “Elena will do,” I said. “May we come in?” he asked. Salvatore stepped forward. “What’s this about?” “We heard what happened yesterday,” the Elder said. “With Alpha Ron.” Salvatore didn’t move. “He came here to attack his ex wife. I stopped him.”

I know Alena has wronged me in so many fucking ways, but she is my mate, and no matter what she does or what crime she commits, I will always love her. I have no choice, that is just how the moon goddess made it to be. “Nathan, please, just ignore the fucking bastard. He is only trying to reel you up. We came here to find answers to our questions, not to fight with brainless pigs." Caleb says loudly, not giving two fucks about Fallssy hearing him. Fallssy chuckles arrogantly, not moved by Caleb's words or my anger. “Come on, Nathan, don't be so possessive. A little fun never hurt anyone. Besides, Alena deserves a real Alpha like me." He smirks.

the head guard said as he and the rest of the guards fell on their knees. Zephyr froze in place, starstruck. She couldn’t hear the rest of their conversation as she tried to process the newfound information. He was the Alpha of the Shadowcrest Pack, the ruthless Alpha who was rumored to be the devil. She gulped fearfully, realizing that she had voluntarily given herself to the devil. She was now his property.

Yeah, he probably wanted one of his own cigarettes pretty badly right about now. Too bad, so sad. Bastard. The smoke had the benefit of drowning out all the other scents in the car, too, and that alone made my headache recede a bit. The mix of Jack’s fresh, warm, alpha earthiness with Brent’s sharp, cheap-cologne-infused werewolf smell, not to mention the overlay of Hendler’s faint reek, had me nearly crawling out of my own skin. I opened my eyes at the sound of a loud, growly engine. A Harley pulled up by the curb, not turning into the Starbucks lot, but simply idling there. The rider had a full-face helmet on with a tinted visor, and his head had turned our way.

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.