Bren By Bj Alpha Novels & Stories

“She’s not even hiding from the people she pays anymore.” “She’s accelerating.” His voice is rough. “Refusal, fair flinch, second wave, and now a neutral Alpha willing to put a quay name on paper. Crane will not like how visible the hinge is getting.” I turn into him. His arms close hard. For a moment the study is only the bond—claim fierce, bloodline humming, two people holding a chain that has finally started to show its links in daylight. “What do we do with Bren’s talker?” I ask against his chest.

His lips curved up, back to his playful self. I blinked. Surprised at the sudden change in his deameanor. Maybe I imagined it. “Yeah, that’s never happening,” I rolled my eyes in disgust at the same time a small thrill went down my spine at the thought. “Alpha–” Atlas and I turned suddenly as Bren came up to us. His steps faltered when he saw me but he still came to us. “Alpha?” I repeated and frowned at Atlas. Why would Bren call him alpha? Could he be—

I knew it! "They already need something from us today so I am glad to introduce all of you to their current Alpha Maxwell Black." Brendon introduced a man as he stood up from the front row and walked to the stage. Bredon and Ash sat down at the front letting the Alpha Maxwell have the stage all to himself. "Hello, Blue Moon pack it is wonderful to meet you all tonight." The Alpha greeted us with a warm smile. Something was wrong with this Alpha and it was nagging at the back of my head. Why was he so different to most Alphas?

I stomped closer to him, jabbing my fingers right into his muscled chest. “Bullshit. All you’ve been doing since I got here is ‘Trivia don’t do this, don’t say this, don’t act like this,’ but I’m done. I’m fucking renouncing your pack. So dear, kind Alpha, I’ll beg you to show me where the hell to turn into.” “How long have you been a brat for?” he asked, grabbing my fingers. He pulled my arm so fast that I spun, my back to his chest, his right hand holding both of my arms in place while his other palm rested just above my neck.

“Then what would you call it, Kai? She was found at the border the same night our warriors died. She lied. She betrayed your trust, your heart—everything.” Kai’s hands clenched on the railing. “You don’t know what she did.” “Neither do you,” Becky said softly, stepping closer. “You only know what you felt. And that’s what’s killing you.” He turned to her then, eyes burning. “You think I want to feel this? You think I asked for it?” “No,” she said. “But you don’t have to face it alone.” Before he could react, she reached up and placed her hand on his chest. Her touch was warm, deliberate. “You’re the Lycan Alpha,” she whispered. “But even Alphas need someone to hold them when the ghosts won’t

Shards of glass rained down like sparks, and the static voice returned, louder this time, echoing through the speakers all around the city. “Luna Reyes. Sync complete.” “Run!” Alexander grabbed my hand, and we bolted into the storm. The rain turned into a blur. My breath came out in short gasps, and my shoes slipped on the wet concrete. Behind us, the sound of electricity crackled, like wires snapping in the air. We turned a corner into an alley filled with neon signs and broken windows. The lights flickered violently, forming shapes that almost looked like eyes. Alexander pulled me behind a metal dumpster. “We can’t keep running forever,” he said. “We need to find the source.”

He locked his gaze directly onto the stranger sitting in my bedroom. The terrifying Alpha aura instantly exploded right out of his chest. It flooded the room. The air pressure dropped incredibly fast. It felt like standing at the very bottom of a freezing ocean. Flora turned incredibly pale. All the blood drained from her perfect face. She stared directly at the incredibly famous, lethal Alpha holding a tray of warm cookies. She slowly dropped her blue pen onto the rug. Her hands started shaking. She looked up at me with terrified eyes. "Alpha Kenzo lives at your house?"

I said. "Do it," Sarah ordered and her voice had that alpha tone that made even me want to obey. Jax carefully handed the baby to the Broker who took him with one hand while keeping the knife at Sarah's throat with the other. "Beautiful," the Broker said and looked at our son with cold clinical eyes. "Strong heartbeat. Good lung capacity. This one will fetch a high price." "You're not selling my son," I said and felt my control slipping. "I'm selling both of them," the Broker said. "To the highest bidder. There's a pack in Russia that's been looking for alpha bloodlines. They'll pay millions."

Even to save his number I had to focus hard on you what write. " Sir, can you help me answer a text?" " Sure, give me the phone." I gave him and he cracked into laughter. " Brenjem? Who's that you're talking to?" " Alpha Brendon. It's his number, I don't know how to write that's why I asked you to answer his text," I answered, pouting my face at Rubex's laugh. " Oh sorry. I'll correct it for you . Alpha's full name is Brendon Devero. And he's asking you about are you enjoying yourself and how dare you ignore his texts."

***Bryan*** I walked through the city streets, my eyes scanning the crowds for any sign of trouble. As the next alpha, I had to be constantly on guard, especially in a city filled with rival packs. Alpha Westby has been forcing lectures on me for weeks. He said if there was anyone not happy about my being alpha, now was the perfect time for them to strike. I just exited the meeting with a client who was interested in selling his business to the Mo pack. Alpha Westby has always wanted to start a brewery business. He got lucky when the owner of a brewery company in Bergen decided to sell because he was leaving the city.