Bucky Barnes Alpine Novels & Stories

and my eyes widened when they fell on the pair of shoes, realizing that I hadn't crashed into a wall but someone. "Sorry... I am really so sorry, I didn't see you coming" I apologised sincerely as I raised my head to look at the face of the owner of these shoes. My eyes widen even more, looking at the only man that I never wanted to even cross paths. Damon Logan! Our Future Alpha and the biggest bully in the entire school.

“Alpha Jaron. I’m referring him to you. He’s in recovery, unable to walk at the moment. I need you to give him your best as his physical therapist.” I froze mid-breath, the name striking me like a lightning bolt. My pulse quickened involuntarily. “Alpha Jaron?” I whispered, barely loud enough for Marga to hear. Marga’s jaw dropped, and her hand flew to her mouth. “Do you mean the Alpha Jaron? The Biker? The most feared, the handsome Alpha of Steel Fang Pack?” I blinked, the weight of her words settling on me. The Alpha of Steel Fang Pack. The man whose very name commanded fear and respect in the supernatural and human communities alike.

“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.

Buzz, find the arterial pump. Not so fast, a loud, arrogant voice boomed from the top of the stairs. Valerie stopped her hand, her eyes snapping toward the doorway. A towering, heavily scarred biker named Thorne strode into the basement, flanked by six armed riders with their shotguns leveled straight at Buzz's men. Thorne was the leader of the northern transit faction, a man who had openly questioned Dominic's authority for months. What is the meaning of this, Thorne? Buzz hissed, his hand instantly dropping to his holster. Lower your weapons. The doctor is in the middle of a procedure.

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.

"Okay. If I finish it then you can't insist anymore and must wait patiently until the garage reopens." Rosalia re-inserted her gun and opened the rolling door completely. She also did some stretching before touching the tools to repair Ryker's bike. "Are you sure she can do it, boss?" "It's your favorite bike, right?" "Miss, you have to be careful because it's his favorite bike." Rosalia stomped her foot and looked back. "Can you be quiet? I want to concentrate." Meanwhile Ryker shook his head. Then he chose to lean against Rosalia's car which made him accidentally look at the long-barreled shotgun inside the car. "Do you like hunting?"

"Now who is going to be the good fellow." She said going downwards to unbuckle his trousers while Aleric struggled to get himself free. "Bumblebee, you know I am an Alpha wolf and these shackles mean nothing to me. If I can't bear the torture then I'd be left with no choice than to break it off. please don't do this, let me touch you even a bit." Aleric said in a pleading voice while Sapphire laughed, how can a man which such a powerful demeanour beg at a situation like this after flaunting his strength just now?