Bioshock Big Daddy Alpha Series Novels & Stories

I spoke breaking through the tense silence that took ahold of each person, their minds on the task of staying alive that any fruitless conversation seemed useless. “I’m not doubting your capabilities for a second, you’ve held your own in so many battles we’ve fought but Erin, this is different. This isn’t some deranged Alpha we’re attacking, this is the fucking Alpha King, imagine how much backup he has who are willing to die in his place.” Daniel sighed repeating the same words he’s recited since the battle was announced, but he was only further proving my point.

The reason for it being mixed with alpha blood was because Alphas had a higher tolerance against wolfsbane than a regular wolf thus slightly neutralising the wolfsbane enough to enable them to shift. “Scent mask.” I voiced aloud and all eyes focused on me with curiosity burning in them. “It’s an age-old potion of Wolfsbane and Alpha Blood that creates a higher tolerance towards the wolfsbane when injected into the bloodstream of a normal wolf. It does still weaken the wolf’s abilities but doesn’t impair it completely since Alphas’ have a higher immunity against wolfsbane.” They nodded in understanding seeming to agree. “Where did they get alpha blood though?” Hunter’s voice sent a pang to my

Bethesda inquires, and Maddox answers. “Alexander is my son,” He replies, putting a palm on Alexander's shoulder, “Also, he was part of the scouting team that found Brooke at the riverside. He carried her back to the pack.” Bethesda stares at Alexander and with every second that ticks by her expression becomes more and more unreadable. A slight frown appears on her lips. “Are you an Alpha?” Finally, she questions. “No, I’m a Delta,” Alexander answers, and I notice the usual tightness in his voice whenever he mentions his tier.

There was never a multiple birth listed. What the fuck has been going on with Deadly Nightshade? There is a lot of contradicting information when it comes to the former Alpha. I decided to call my father, so if anyone could answer my questions it would be him. Hitting the button on my steering wheel, I tell my phone to call "Dad". After the phone rings a few times, he finally answers the phone. "What's up, son? Found your mate yet?" Dad asked

he asked. “Whiskey, neat,” I replied. “Whatever’s decent.” He nodded and reached for a bottle on the top shelf, pouring a generous serving into a glass and sliding it toward me. “You look like you’ve had a day,” he chuckled, leaning against the counter once more. I wasn’t really here for small talk, just a drink to take the edge off, but whatever. “Something like that. Pack business.” The bartender’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh, you’re that Alpha from the central territories! I almost didn’t recognize you without your lady by your side. You’re always together when I see you on the news.”

The Alpha really saved me? So I really drank his blood?! In the dads-moms way?! I jerked up again, sitting in bed with that horrifying thought. "What's a dads-moms way?" The Alpha asked. What?! I turned my head to face him, stiff like a puppet because I was so shocked: "You said you can't read minds!" Alpha Kirsch laughed lightly with a sigh. "You muttered that before you blacked out." The Alpha said, still with his arms folded. Ohh.

“Is she? Can she even shift? I highly doubt that. The people will rebel. Other packs will see us as weak. Even rogues will laugh in our faces. How can the most powerful Alpha reduce himself by being with the likes of a vampire?” “Hybrid,” Maverick corrected without missing a beat, steel in his tone. “And the most powerful Alpha doesn’t give a damn what anyone thinks.” He turned to me then, his expression softening. “Shall we, darling?” He stretched out his hand toward me. I looked at it, then at him, and then slowly swept my gaze across the room. The servants watching in silence. His brother. His… lover. His Beta. All of them staring, waiting. Judging.

“It would be better if you complete your duty and give birth to an heir. Don’t keep me waiting for my grandchild.” Heir? Grandchild? I peeked at Alpha’s face quickly and lowered my head again, the inhumane glint in his blue orbs confirmed my suspicion. He was Maddox’s dad! Alpha noticed my curiosity and spoke firmly, “I am Alpha Derrick Miller, omega. Now get up and follow me!”

The implications of Alpha Draxler's ambitions echoed through the room, an unseen force shaping the dynamics of our conversation. Without waiting for Alpha Aaron to respond or protest against my claims, I reached into my pocket and retrieved a small recording device. With a casual press of a button, I played the recording—an echo from a conversation with Alpha Draxler that exposed the depth of his plans. As the recording unfolded, Alpha Draxler's voice permeated the room, outlining his sinister designs. The air grew heavy, laden with the weight of impending doom. Alpha Aaron's expression shifted from curiosity to disbelief, and finally, to a pallor that mirrored the shock of the revelation. I

"Four betas. One Alpha." The Alpha was easily distinguishable. It was twenty percent larger than the rest, its armor plated in a darker, gunmetal grey, and its fangs sparked with electrical energy. MOB DETECTED: ALPHA STEEL HOUND (NETWORKED ELITE). LEVEL: 40. HP: 15,000/15,000. "That's the router node," Jax whispered, lying beside Ren. "The betas are slaved to its command frequency. If we capture the Alpha, the rest of the pack—and the real-world drones they represent—will follow."