Bucky Barnes Alpine Novels & Stories

Ben checked again, slower this time, his jaw clenched, I watched his face crumble. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “Alpha… she’s not breathing.”

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 need space, Jax. Please. Everything is happening too fast. I almost got taken. You almost lost control of your pack because of me. I just… I need a minute.” He stepped back. Anger flashed again, mixed with something sharper. “Fine,” he bit out. “I’ll give you all the space you want.” He turned on his heel. His shoulders stayed rigid. He walked straight into the trees without looking back. His partial shift faded as he moved. Soon the blizzard swallowed his figure. I stood there alone. The clearing felt huge. Three dead bikers. Two abandoned motorcycles tilted in the snow. Blood everywhere. The metallic smell mixed with exhaust art...

“Good morning, ma. I’m Evelyn. The Alpha sent me to get you ready for the wedding. A female voice spoke from outside. I was still sleepy. But today was THE big day. I would be getting away from my father and his toxic family, and I would also be finally getting over Kade. But as for the cartel, there was no way I would let Alina inherit it. I would come for it once I was ready. I pushed myself up, my body still heavy, and opened the door. A woman in her early thirties stood there, smiling brightly. “Oh my goodness,” she said, eyes lighting up. “You’re even prettier in person.” “In person?” I frowned slightly. “Yes! The Biker Lord has had your picture as his wallpaper for years. I kept wonder

She crept quietly toward the open door, hid in the dark shadows, then looked inside. Buck stood in the center of the dusty barn, working late into the night. He was repairing a broken carriage wheel. He looked incredible. He wore dirty brown trousers and a thin linen shirt, unbuttoned to his stomach. His thick skin was covered in dark engine grease and dripping sweat. Every time he swung his iron mallet, his huge back muscles flexed with power. Frostina stood still in the shadows for a minute, shamelessly admiring his rugged masculinity with wide, hungry eyes.

You could feel everyone hold their breath at the same time, the moment of frozen horror. The bike was going down. "NO!" The scream tore out of my throat before I could stop it. But Tristan... His Alpha strength did something that shouldn't have been possible. Instead of fighting the slide, he used it, letting the bike drop even lower while his leg came down to brace against the pavement. Sparks flew from his boot as it scraped concrete, his leg taking weight that would have shattered human bones, and somehow—SOMEHOW—he kept the bike upright through pure strength and balance.

Nothing will stop me from surviving whatever this is. After putting my belongings in the spare room, I shift into Lumi’s form and offer Bucky one last goodbye before darting out of the door and towards the mountains. The thought of climbing them was daunting, but in this form, I knew it wouldn’t be half as bad as if I had climbed it as a human.

" We got you Sel, get them out of here. We'll go and help your alpha." James assures her that things will be ok. Quickly, she runs with Hector and Tasha towards a hidden pathway and sneaks them past the barbed wire and places Hector down, making him hiss from the pain he still feels in his body as he'd been obliged to take wolfs bane numerous times to maintain him weak and vulnerable. She grips her katana and strikes it across the fence, cutting it with ease. She turns quickly, looking at Tasha and Hector as they

But before I reached for it, I tripped over my feet. I let out a little squeak as I prepared to hit the ground but I never did. Protective arms wrapped around my waist. The stranger who caught me pulled me up against their body until my breasts were pressed against their muscular chest. I looked into the eyes of the person who had saved me, but my thank you got stuck in my throat. These were the same eyes that I saw in my wildest dreams. This was the man whom I couldn't stop thinking about. The Biker Alpha, King Eli.

That was my excuse, anyway. When the heavy oak doors finally creaked open, the sight of him hit me harder than I expected. Jake strode in, tall and proud as ever, but his movements were stiff, his expression carved from stone. Blood smeared his shirt, and his left arm hung limply at his side. “Jake—” “Alpha,” he corrected coldly, his voice like a blade. The sharpness made me pause, but I squared my shoulders. “You’re hurt. Let me—”