Bren By Bj Alpha Novels & Stories

“So, how have you been, Grandpa? I passed by the others and they seemed to be ranting about the same thing… The Alpha and curses” Grandpa Terry nodded, “I am surviving dear, the people always have something to say,they keep ranting about the curses, dear. They believe the Goddess is punishing us, but I believe that he's back.” “Who’s back?” I asked. “Thorne Bronson.” He revealed. “Alpha Sage's brother?” I remembered Keala mentioning his name, but she didn't have the time to explain what she meant. “I thought he died due to natural causes.” Grandpa Terry raised a brow, “Everyone knows he was banished by the late Alpha. He was caught practicing dark magic which is forbidden in not just our lan

Or at least be a normal day. But trouble doesn't wait for permission. Around noon, Alex announced that he needed to run to the hardware store. Something about a new lock for the shed. Jacob nodded, too quickly perhaps, because Alex glanced at him with a curious tilt of his head. “You good, Dad?” Alex asked. Jacob forced a calm expression. “Fine. Just tired.” Emily looked up quickly, as if the word ‘tired’ meant something different to her. Something dangerous. Alex did not notice. Or maybe, he did and Jacob began to think that Alex knows too much.

“My friend is such a scared kitten, but we can definitely go on without him.” Rowan grabbed the packet of cigarettes on the table, opened it, and retrieved one stick. He lit it and took a long drag, then puffed the smoke into Ben’s face. “I told you that you would join my son in the afterlife if you played with me, old man,” he said lazily. “So you have ten minutes to come up with something, or I will truly end your pathetic life.” Elder Ben sighed, frustrated to the core. He had hoped Darkmoor would agree once he saw that an Alpha was an ally and that they could use his poison on Zevara, but he had been utterly disappointed.

"Alpha Aidan, Beta Keith, Gamma Phenrix, I come before you as summoned. How may I be of help, please?" Aidan, sat at the head of an intricately carved oak table, his gaze piercing and filled with an unreadable emotion. Beside him, Beta Keith exuded an air of controlled strength, while Gamma Phenrix radiated loyalty and reliability. Amara kept her eyes lowered, waiting for them to acknowledge her presence.

Like we meant nothing. Where was I supposed to go? I had no family. Every friend I had in this pack was under his authority. Who would dare help me? Bren was one of the most powerful Alpha's in the district. Who would take in a disgraced Luna with a child? And then he looked at me, “Nira, listen to me. I’m offering you a simple solution. One that will save us the back and forth in the long run.” “Can you all hear him?” I cried out, turning in circles to face the crowd. “Can you hear the nonsense he is saying? This atrocity from his mouth?”

Not so surprisingly, Bryson stood in front of me with a serious expression. Sighing, he said with sadness and a hint of worry, “Let’s not make it hard for everyone anymore. You should have heeded my words before. Then you would have been able to stay here and be a Luna.” “Save your useless pity.” “As you want, I’ll reject you.” Taking a deep breath, he stared at me and started the rejection process, “I, Bryson Renner, Alpha of the Swiftridge Pack…” This was it… I told myself as I waited for him to finish and prepare myself for the upcoming pain that would curse through my body.

“The Breon clan has deceived you all!” There, I said it. I fvcking betrayed Denny. I waited. I waited for the noise to chill out among the crowd. “The Breon Clan has no heir. They have no sovereignty over the West!” “What do you mean, Jason?” There is no turning back now. “Delvyster Breon…is no Alpha. He is an Omega.” The crowd screamed. And when they managed to quiet down, the known voice said. “That’s a big accusation to lay out, Jason.”

We talk and laugh about random stuff. They tell me things about their home and pack. Brianna explains a few since I was raised by a human. She's saying, " So as I explained earlier, my Dad is Alpha Albert Dagon, and our packs name is the Diamond Moon Pack. There are so many other packs but we can teach you that later if you decide you'd like to learn more. My mother is our Luna Carla Dagon. My brother, as the first born and only son, will be taking over as Alpha. I think I told you earlier about him his name is Brian and he's away at an Alpha training camp."

Bren straightened, trying to mask the raw pain with a semblance of discipline, but his knuckles were white where he gripped his spear. "Bren," Ashton said, his voice cutting through the frosty silence. He stopped before the young warrior. The others shuffled nervously, their scents spiking with apprehension – pine needles crushed underfoot, damp earth. Fear of the Alpha, yes, but beneath it, the sour tang of shared grief and uncertainty. "Alpha," Bren managed, his voice tight. He couldn’t quite meet Ashton’s eyes, staring instead at the wolf-head pommel of Ashton’s sword.

“You sick, delusional, fuck!” “What the fuck?” My father, current alpha of Blackstone, Bart Black, booms across the field. My mother, Beatrice, is at his side, weaving through the crowd. His alpha aura pushing down on all of us. But it doesn’t stop me from beating the life out of my brother. “BANE! ENOUGH!”