Bren By Bj Alpha Novels & Stories

Alpha Homer said. "Who said this pack will explode together with you?" Alpha Bryan said while his eyes started to change from red to purple. His tattoo from his left and right arms are moving, and it was glowing with two colors, red and blue. Alpha Bryan's aura became stronger, and the energy surrounding him is getting stronger too. "Hahaha, you think you can stop me? We will all die!" Alpha Homer said.

The mist covered the screen, and the image vanished. I let out a deep breath, unable to believe what I had just heard. “He’s new in town and looking to make a name for himself. He called himself the Alpha Supreme, and he mentioned the Alliance.” I shook my head in disbelief as I paced the floor. “I’ve never heard of either before—” Magenta was in front of me in a flash, moving at lightning speed. “Brenna, don’t do anything rash—” She placed her hands on my shoulders as she looked into my eyes.

I asked Bonnie through gritted teeth, “Who’s this illegitimate daughter, Bonnie?” Bonnie said, “Bruna! Her name is Bruna Walters, Alpha!” “Bruna?! If I am not wrong, Bruna meant darkness, isn’t it, Bonnie?” I asked with an amused look. Bonnie nodded and confirmed, “Yes, Alpha!” I clenched my jaw tightly and scowled, “Her life is filled with darkness, and her deception has beckoned me to shatter her world and plunge it into utter darkness.” Bonnie replied, “Alpha, the Blue Moon Pack betrayed us! Should I murder Bruna?”

Breed Me, Daddy Alpha: My Bully Mate's Secret Twins Chapter 27: Elder Wren Elder Sera Wren was eighty-one years old and looked approximately fifty-five. She arrived on a Tuesday with one small bag, no security detail, and the particular quality of stillness that very old, very powerful wolves carried — the kind that made rooms feel like they'd been waiting for the person to arrive. She was small. Silver-haired. Her eyes were the sharp gold of an elder wolf, and when those eyes landed on Nova in the penthouse doorway, she went very still.

He roars, his Alpha tone, echoing through the large arena. With trembling fingers, the pack members shrank back, until a man, who seemed to be the leader of the group, stepped out. “Alpha,” he bowed respectfully, “news has reached us that a cursed being lives among us.” My father paused for a long moment, holding the man’s gaze, before breaking the silence. “Yes, it’s my daughter. But she’s being sold now, to the Alpha of Duskborne.” My legs trembled at his words. A cursed being? Me???

"What pack is this? I'm sorry if it sounds personal." "Bryon Pack. We are one of the smallest packs that are closest to the Denvers pack." "Don't you miss the mainland? The city, the rush." I narrowed my eyes as I stared around. I took a few steps to the bed, breathing out as my body bounced on the soft bed. Myra joined me on the bed, with wonder swirling at the rim of her eyes. "Why? Isn't this place nice enough? Or it doesn't have glamour like yours?"

"I must take my leave now." Curiosity flickered within Alistair's gaze as he sought to uncover the identity of the one waiting for Dylan outside. The voice sounded strikingly familiar. "Dylan, who is it that awaits you there?" Dylan's eyes met his with a knowing glimmer dancing within. "That is the voice of Beta Kristen, the strongest among us. It is truly remarkable that he emerged from the battle unscathed. A feat that borders on the extraordinary."

“He’ll take one look, see the dirt on her skin, and walk away. Maybe slit her throat just for wasting his time.” My skin prickled with goosebumps. Would he really kill me? “Would she even be able to give him an heir? She looks too weak.” “Nah, I think she’ll be dead in a month or less. And when she is gone, the Alpha would increase the price of getting a breeder and maybe, someone worthy might volunteer, not some filthy thing without a life getting sold to him.” Their words stung because it was true. I was nothing. I had been reduced from the daughter of a respected Beta to a breeder—a breeder without a say.

I added, clenching my fist. Without listening to another word, Alpha Jordan grabbed my hand. “Come with me.” “What for? What are you doing?” I cried as he dragged me into one of the rooms in the clubhouse and slammed the door. He grabbed my waist, making me moan a little. I stared at him with my eyebrows furrowed. Why do I still get affected by him? For goddess’s sake, he has a mate—he's engaged to Eleanor. “What are you doing?” “You… You’re my breeder.” He freaked out.

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—