Boner Alert Novels & Stories

He answered, sounding as irritated as he looked. “I’m sorry to disturb you alpha but there’s something you have to see. We have updates on our suspicion. Also, the human has escaped”. Trent says from outside the door. His voice as stoic as his attitude. He was not scared of almost anything and remained unmoved even when he knew that he had disturbed his alpha because he also knew that it was for good reason. Marissa on the other hand was trying to melt into the sheets as she discovered from his apology that he knew exactly what they were doing.

I tap my fingers on the armrest, waiting for his answer. He proudly rests his back against the office chair and smiles. "Janet Johnson." I nod. Her name playing in my head. I get distracted from my thought when my phones' ringtone fill the room. I pick it up without wasting much time. "Boss." One of my men calls. "There is a problem." I look up at Seth then at the table. "What's that?" "The ship transporting our weapons, can't be found." "What!" I furrow my brows. "When did you realize this?"

He mutters. Great. Like everything else in my life, I'm the only living, breathing human to exist. Like he can smell my panic, he adds, “Just wait for Hunter, he’ll take you to Principal Watson and protect you for the rest of the year. Everything will be fine .” I spy a poster of a large wolf stepping on a human’s skull. The bleak headline reads, “We Always Conquer.” I gulp. Does that look fine to him? A boy by the poster spots me, and I freeze right as his eyes widen.

“You think it’s coincidence? In the middle of shifters turning up dead, symbols carved in their skin, Honshu whispers running under everything? Now a white panther pup is born in your city?” He studied me like he was trying to decide if I was crazy or if I’d just said the thing he was already thinking. His jaw ticked once. “You always jump to the worst conclusion,” he said. “And you always avoid the truth,” I shot back. His eyes narrowed, but before he could answer, a sound tore through the Tower. A low boom. Not an explosion. A horn. A warning. Ellan went still. Completely still, like only panthers could. The horn sounded again, higher this time. Then a voice came over the comms—tight, urge

| •Marin• | At ten in the morning, the red alert icon on my computer refused to disappear. I had ignored it twice. The European market report in front of me needed my attention, and after the week we'd had, I wasn't willing to let every notification drag me away from the work keeping the company from slipping further. The third alert came with a message from Public Relations. URGENT MEDIA MONITORING I opened it. The article loaded. So did the photograph.

Nothing good was coming to me, no way to soften the blow. I didn’t know how much time passed, but I heard shuffling on the stairs after a bit. I inhaled. Alice and Troy. Troy would have by far a stronger sense of smell than a normal wolf, he’d smell the baby straight away. In another week it will be obvious and strong enough to any shifter. “So all made up,” Alice said, clapping her hands. Miranda pulled away and turned toward her, Troy and I locked our stare and his eyes went wide.

My brows drew together in confusion, “That can’t be.” Following the tracker out of the alleyway, pulsating electronic music roaring from the stadium in front of me. I almost drop my phone, icy trepidation shooting down my spine and coating my skin in goosebumps while dread seeped into my stomach when the announcer shouted, “FIGHT TO THE DEATH!” Nightwolf was a fighting arena….and Bonnie was in there.

I threw back at her. The grin on her face only widened. Somewhere deep down, I had the uncomfortable realization that I was losing this argument. And I didn’t even know how. Before I could recover whatever dignity remained, an alarm suddenly erupted throughout the bunker. A loud siren echoed through the walls. Red warning lights immediately began flashing overhead. Every trace of amusement vanished. “What the hell is that?” The question came out louder than intended. My contact’s expression turned serious instantly. “We have to move.” He crossed the room without hesitation. “The bunker’s compromised.”

On the screen were white digital letters that said, Warning: System Failure Gate 39. It took Olivia a few minutes to realize what the device was telling her and why it was beeping. Olivia knew the word ‘Gate’ was referring to a Boneseeker Man’s cage door. The device alerted Olivia, telling her that a Boneseeker Man’s cage door was malfunctioning somewhere in the facility. This meant that a Boneseeker Man broke out of his cage and was somewhere inside the facility, freely roaming around in the smothering darkness. “I know what this message means. We have to get out of here.” Olivia spoke to Lukas through a breathless whisper, but she tried to stay calm, not wanting to alarm Lukas.

We were safe. Two hours later, a sharp, metallic screech cut through the quiet apartment. I bolted upright in bed, my heart hammering against my ribs. The security panel by the bedroom door flashed a violent, blinding red. The alarm didn't sound; Leander had set it to a silent alert for his team, 3but the small screen displayed two words in bright text: CORRIDOR BREACH. The bond on my neck flared hot, a sudden, violent surge of Alpha rage slamming into my mind from across the city. Leander knew. His fury tore through our connection, sharp and suffocating.