Bucky Barnes Alpine Novels & Stories

Bucky's expression changed slightly, but very quickly, he reacted, retracting his emotions, the corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile: "A playboy coming back is probably only in fairy tales, Noble, you take care of it yourself." After speaking, Bucky turned around with a cold expression, walking towards the bar outside. It's just that he hadn't taken a few steps when he heard Noble's voice: "Bucky, I've liked Alina for many years." Bucky's footsteps paused for a moment; he didn't turn back to distinguish whether Noble's words were true or false. He and Noble had been rivals for many years, regardless of whether Noble's words were true or just to provoke him; Bucky would know immediate

Nate followed, still crying, answering quick questions from the paramedics as he climbed inside. A doctor worked frantically, applying pressure, starting an IV, and trying to stop the bleeding and stabilize him. “Save his life,” Nate begged, his voice raw. “He is the Alpha’s son. Please. You have to save him.” *** Back in the abandoned apartment, the leader wiped blood from his pants with a stained handkerchief. “Let’s get the fuck out of here before the news spreads through the entire pack,” he said calmly. “That Alpha is as good as dead. He won’t survive those two bullets, not where I shot him.”

I chuckle, “Hey Fefe, how was your time at grandma and grandpa’s?” She grins up at me, “Good, did you have good party?” She starts to dance after asking and I chuckle, “Yes, I did.” Grandma and grandpa both come and give me a hug and my grandpa says, “Let me guess, your parents are in the office?” I nod my head and my grandma notices Bryce and says, “And who is this?” He stands up straight, gives the perfect smile that I’ve noticed is his ‘meeting new people’ look. He says, “I’m Alpha Bryce Lake of the Fourth Lake Pack.”

He recognizes the value in Bucky’s intelligence but also understands the precarious nature of their alliance. “You understand that any move against them must be precise,” Wilson says, his voice a low growl. “We cannot afford to fracture the city further. We must act with calculated precision to neutralize this threat.” Bucky nods. “I will do what I can to support you from within. I have contacts and knowledge that can aid in dismantling their plans. But we must move swiftly and with purpose.” The two Alphas stand in silence, the gravity of their alliance settling between them. They are united by a common enemy but remain wary of each other’s motives. The path ahead is fraught with danger, bu

I turned the key, and the machine rumbled to life, already filling me with adrenaline. The vibration under me calmed down some of the chaos in my head, especially Liliana's lips. "Try not to crash thinking about your little distraction," Landen shouted over the roar of his own bike. "Shut up!" I yelled, revving mine harder. We zoomed out of the pack house, leaving dust particles flying in the air in our wake, and through the street, straight into the woods. The southern border wasn't far, but the ride was enough to remind me who I was-an Alpha, a Ravager, not some love-drunk fool.

After I shower and put on clean sweatpants, I return to my office to find my Beta sitting there, I sit and the packhouse landline phone rings, I pick it up, "Crescent Moon, Alpha Braddock speaking." Steve's voice rings through with a laughter, "Dude we drank too much last night, I need you to come and pick me up, I'm at the Diner right at the edge of Silver Mountain." I groan, "Okay, so the human's let you use the phone at the diner?" He chuckles, "yup, nice people, hey bring money, they're going to feed me, I'm starving." I growl into the phone, "fine," It's not like I have anything better to do today right. I sigh, "we'll be there as soon as we can."

HERO POV "Let me get this straight," the Alpha on the computer screen said slowly, his gaze fixed on me. "You're saying Stephen left the mountain some years ago, and is somehow responsible for your siblings' deaths?" Baxter, unlike most wolves I encountered – both on the mountain and elsewhere – kept his hair closely cropped, almost like a soldier. It was clear he took meticulous care of his appearance, shaving it down daily. His expression was skeptical, a flicker of doubt dancing in his eyes, but I could tell he was intrigued by my story.

Dane We walk in silence through the pack grounds. Forest Trails is different from Mountain Ridge in nearly every way. Where our compound is structured, orderly, built for efficiency and defense, theirs sprawls naturally among the trees, cabins and training areas blending with the landscape. The lake clearing is empty when we arrive, but I don't have to wait long. Alpha Bennett emerges from the trees, his expression thunderous. He's alone, which confirms this isn't an official meeting. "I should kill you where you stand," he says without preamble. “I would if my daughter wouldn’t suffer because of it. I still might.”

I turned the key, and the machine rumbled to life, already filling me with adrenaline. The vibration under me calmed down some of the chaos in my head, especially Liliana's lips. "Try not to crash thinking about your little distraction," Landen shouted over the roar of his own bike. "Shut up!" I yelled, revving mine harder. We zoomed out of the pack house, leaving dust particles flying in the air in our wake, and through the street, straight into the woods. The southern border wasn't far, but the ride was enough to remind me who I was-an Alpha, a Ravager, not some love-drunk fool.