Bren By Bj Alpha Novels & Stories

“With me.” “You crowned yourself, Wren.” He sits up. Winces. “On camera. In front of the pack. You blood-bound them. You’re not Luna anymore. You’re something else.” “Then be something else with me.” “I’m Alpha,” he says. “I don’t bend. I break.” The bond goes arctic. He looks at Wrath. “Take them to the dungeon. Chain them. Or she walks.” Wrath looks at me. “Mother?” Sundown passed.

I removed myself from between his legs, catching my breath. "Alpha need you, p-please." Brian begged, arcing his back before spreading his hole open. I blacked out, my mind short-circuiting for a few moment. Suddenly all my bodily functions ceased to work. I couldn't think straight nor could I properly breathe. "Fuck, I wanna breed you." I muttered under my breath, my tone shaky. Brian was going to be the death of me, I swear. I pulled myself up, removing both of our t-shirts before slotting myself between his legs.

“Well, this is it. Your new home.” Brenna looked up, and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. “You have a castle?” She had been staring out the window on the other side, thinking as we talked, and hadn’t been paying attention. I nodded, pleased by her reaction. “It’s the Compound of the Moon Shadow Pack, and I’m the Alpha. So, yes. It’s mine.”

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: The Hollow Dynasty Chapter 47: Blake’s Gift Blake brought her home on a Thursday. He introduced her the way he introduced everything — directly, completely, without any consciousness that this might be unusual for an eight-year-old. “This is Wren,” he said. He said it to the whole kitchen, which contained Nova, Cassidy, Dev, old Ruth, and Isla in her high chair. “She’s in my class. Her wolf is awake already. I thought she should come see our house.”

"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.

she says and gives herself a once over in the mirror, smoothing the front of her dress down. Bren’s dress is a deep red that hits her mid-thigh and is strapless. She slides on black peek-a-boo heels and Rima styles her hair up into a messy, but elegant up do. “Wow! You look gorgeous,” I tell her and wrap my arms about both of them. We turn to the mirror, and I take us in. Our dresses and styles are all very different. My hair stands in sharp contrast to theirs with the vibrant colors that Bren dyed it. I hope it won't be too hard to get my hair back to its natural color after tonight. Bren thought the bright colored hair would keep the pack members from recognizing me right away. It seemed c