Bucky Barnes Alpine Novels & Stories

We may be wolves, but if we relied solely on hunting and eating in our wolf form, the wildlife population would deplete fast and that would screw up the entire ecosystem. “May I make a suggestion?” He nods with his mouthful and quickly swallows. “Please do.” “Try reaching out to Alpha Lucas of the Alpine Pack. I know that’s a little further away, with them being based in Montana and your pack based in Washington, but his pack produces some of the best organic food in the country. My pack uses them, and I can assure you they don’t have slaves,” I smile. My heart skips a beat when he gives me another smile.

And turned to look at the 3 men's walking towards Tina and Lucas. My eyes falls on the one that's standing on the middle, and my heart skipped a beat with all the memories that are following back like a movie. He is Devid Brown, the one and only kind soul in this whole group of bullies. I don't understand how he could be friends with these bullies, but if it were not for him, I could have actually given up anything when Damon put me through that hell. He is the man that I wished to have as a mate even though I know, I will never have someone like him. A perfect prince charming.

Alpha Darren trailed off, clearly lost in a memory. Patrick cleared his throat and snapped his father out of his revorie. Sometimes he was far too nostalgic in these lessons. With a bashful look, Alpha Darren pulled out an old journal and continued, “In light of his friendship and loyalty to his ally whose home was obliterated, Alpha Henry, granted the land on the lower slopes of the mountain to this pack. They christened it High Valley and have remained there and allied to us to this day.”

“Thank you.” “No. Thank you,” he said, sitting on the bench beside me but keeping a respectful distance. “You are helping our Alpha recover. That means a lot to the entire pack.” I took a small sip. Surprisingly rich. Warm at the back of my throat. Allen watched me with a gentle smile, then glanced toward the mansion. “You handled him well inside.” I let out a tired sigh and sank onto the bench. “How do you all survive with that attitude?” I asked without thinking.

“But to the outside world, this entire operation—and the Alpha himself—runs under a different title. Welcome to the Boulderback MC.” I tilted my head, the acronym sounding foreign. “MC?” “Motorcycle club," she nodded, a proud gleam in her eye. “A biker gang.” A gang. I swallowed hard, a sudden wave of panic hitting me. God, what kind of world have I stumbled into? Did I sign up for way more than my human mind can handle?

“Shut up. We fix this now.” Trees blurred past. Headlights cut through black. I took the turn onto dirt so hard the truck fishtailed. We saw the bike first. Raven’s black bike on its side in the dirt. Then the cabin door hung open with firelight flickering inside. And Raven on the ground outside with Axel on top of her. Everything stopped for one heartbeat. Then hell broke loose. I slammed the brakes and all four doors went open at once. Dante hit the ground running and shifted mid stride. Full wolf. Black fur. He was so massive.

Her father is more than ready to step down, and anyone can see it. Either her and I mate and our packs join, or she mates Dex and I take over Misty Glen. “Here you go Harley,” some random guy says, as he holds up two buckets of water. I have no clue where he even found buckets but I’m not going to waste a minute thinking about it. There were apparently a few cabins on this mountain with things they were just nowhere close to where most of the action was happening.

"I know what it feels like. Stop fighting it. You're not losing yourself, you're expanding. There's a difference." I was a natural. I hated that I was a natural. It meant something I hadn't decided what to do with. Utah came on day five. We'd been following a loose route that Knox had in his head — road I didn't know, but he'd ridden it before, years ago — and by the time we turned off toward a property he knew about, an old working barn from a pack family who'd sold it and moved east but left the land accessible, the twins were asleep in the truck and Grayson had developed the particular expression of a man who understood he was about to be told to stay with the children.

The bike was a towering, custom built iron behemoth, twice the size of the others, its frame painted a matte black that swallowed the light. The outlaws instantly dropped their weapons, stepping back into a perfect, terrified line of rigid military attention. He's stepping down, the young biker whispered, his teeth chattering from a fear that had nothing to do with the storm. Clear the lane. Clear the lane right now. The heavy black leather boot hit the pavement with a thud that seemed to echo louder than the thunder. A massive, towering figure stepped off the machine, standing well over six feet three, his frame so broad he completely blocked out the headlights behind him. His arms were cov

I am caught between two alphas, and I feel like I am being shredded in the middle. I push back into the main bar area, the blast of heat and noise hitting me like a punch. People are dancing, bikers are slamming back drafts, and the jukebox is screaming a country rock anthem about bad choices. To them, it is just another night in Reno. To me, I am carrying the weight of a war that hasn't even officially started yet.