Bucky Barnes Alpine Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

I wake up feeling refreshed, jump in the shower and throw on a pair of ripped skinny jeans, a camo tank top and a jean jacket over it with my tan hiking boots. I pull my hair up in a messy bun, knowing it won’t stay long, these curls have a mind of their own. I skip makeup because hey that’s just who I am, I’m not a fashionista or a cover girl, I’m an Alpha and was raised to be confident in my own skin.

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.

Blake had already taken off his boots and was sat with his feet up. “I’ve missed this place. Remember all the shit we got up too. Your dad would get so mad.” “You’ve known each other for a while then?” “We are sort of distant cousins. His grandad and my grandad were brothers.” He gives me a big toothy grin. His teeth are whiter than white. “Haven’t seen each other since we were what, fourteen?” Logan nods his head. “Blake became Alpha when he was sixteen.” “I can see by your face, Lana, that you are shocked.”

My tone turned out colder than I intended. There was something about that man. I thought he looked familiar, like I’ve seen him somewhere before. When I entered my office, I turned on my laptop and searched for the local news articles. We were the fifth generation at Wolf’s Creek, and the nearest neighboring pack was Shadow Mountain pack. Not exactly friendly, but we have had no trouble with them in years. So what territory the bald guy was referring to was beyond me. “There you are,” I found the article with the photo, and I recognized the bald attacker. He was with another man, Zachariah Lyon, developer. “What are you developing there in Santa Barbara, Mr. Lyon? And why do you feel threate

Morton agreed to this. Arlo had left to investigate his family for him, so they had to wait for him to return before reaching the mountaintop together. The group slowed their pace but despite that, Bucky still felt miserable. He was carrying Caroline on his back, and the journey became more and more unbearable with every step he took. Caroline looked petite, but asleep, she was deadweight. "I’m so tired!" Bucky complained through labored breath. "Why not try out that item?" Adrian immediately reminded him.

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.

"Looks like you'll be getting some new furniture, too." Ezra chuckled as the others reached the porch steps. "Don't think this whole getting shot thing will keep you from helping out," Josh said with a shake of his head. "You're raking the forest next time." "Raking the forest?" Tanner asked as he leaned on the porch railing, his white hair pulled back in a ponytail. "Why on earth would you rake the forest?" "Because Bull Creek has a weird alpha who likes to burn things in the middle of summer," Josh said with a sigh.

Neither was it the guy who watched the morning news, attended the Protestant church every Sunday and gave money to charity every week. It wasn't that guy, it was me… The old me. It was the guy who everyone feared and for good reasons. It was Blade Ferguson, the most hated Alpha ever. I carried a small backpack which had everything I needed and from the window, I left the apartment, leaving Thomas Parker behind and everything he had done and achieved in two years. As I sat in the bus watching the morning sunrise, I sighed loudly. I was going back home to meet my goddamn brother, after what… Six years?