Chained To The Enemy Alpha Novels & Stories

“OK, we will wait for your signal…” Then he yelled “Everybody ready and alert.” I walked confidently to the border of his territory, followed by my five warrior-squad. A guard approached us. “Who are you, and what do you want?” He looked at us, and when I growled, he exposed his neck. One of the perks of being Supreme Alpha is that, under these circumstances, I can manage to submit even rogues. “Please announce to your King that his Supreme Alpha is here,” I commanded, and immediately, he mind-linked.

The Alpha captures the hand trailing his Adam’s apple and bites into the wrist, sucking the blood in Reamer’s vein. The beta’s eyes darken the more as he winces in a brief sharp pain. Then, as pleasure sets in, he groans. “Alpha, the trinity is not in their pack as we speak. The enemy pack is vulnerable. Shall we attack now?” The Alpha stops sucking the blood, wiping some that drips down his chin with the back of Reamer’s hand while smirking. “How very short-sighted of you, Reamer.” The beta’s eyes round. “Huh?”

Seav turned and ran back inside as I watched the gates fall behind my army on the edge of the land. “Keep your eyes sharp,” I said loudly. “Do not expect the enemy to attack when you are ready. He will attack when he is ready. Do not let your hands leave your swords.” With that, the march continued. We had barely reached the Blackthorne confluence when the march came to a sudden stop. I moved quickly toward the front. Before I got there, Alia met me on the path. “Alpha,” she said as soon as she saw me. “We have a problem.”

And for that, he will pay dearly. I stand at the front lines with Erik by my side, our warriors arrayed behind us, ready to charge. The tension is palpable, the air thick with anticipation and resolve. The attack is swift and unexpected, taking Alpha Ezra’s forces by surprise. Our warriors move like a well-oiled machine, a wave of power crashing into Black Moon territory. Chaos erupts as our forces clash with theirs. I had ordered my men not to kill unless absolutely necessary; we are not here for bloodshed. But they are allowed to injure, to incapacitate anyone who resists or poses a threat.

“You shouldn’t have to walk away with nothing while they live comfortably on the ruins of your life.” I didn’t know what to say. No one had ever said that to me before. I had been taught to endure. To sacrifice. To stay quiet and dignified while being torn apart piece by piece. And now this man; this Alpha from an enemy pack was offering me power… and vengeance. “Why?” I whispered. “Why would you do this for me?” His gaze softened further, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Because I don’t believe broken people should stay broken,” he said.

But under it, somewhere, the same thing my body always did when his name showed up on a screen — that small involuntary clench, like the pulse a phantom limb still keeps after the limb is gone. I had not stopped loving him on a stopwatch. It was going to take longer than three days. * The Third Person In the corridor outside Sophia's recovery suite, Barrett stood at the window with his Beta and pretended to look at the river. Alpha. Reid's mental voice was careful. She has not left the perimeter, Alpha. The bond signature is still inside Ironbound. Then where is she. Alpha. She is human. The bond does not pin a human to coordinates. It tells you she is breathing. Within twenty miles. That is

She took one deliberate step forward. “You will submit to judgment.” A murmur rippled through her followers. Ronan growled, low and dangerous. “Try it,” he said. Her gaze slid to him at last. “Enemy Alpha,” she said coolly. “You stand beside what you should conquer. That weakness will cost you.” His smile was sharp. “You assume I want to own what I respect.” That, finally, unsettled her. I took another step forward, placing myself fully between the stones and the kneeling line of banners.

“Alpha King” “It’s a damn name. I’m not asking you for anything else.” “Wouldn’t it be better to hear everything from her? I think you would—” I laughed dryly because there was no way she would be talking to me. “Do you honestly think she will tell me anything?” “I don’t know, Alpha. It’s not my place,” he replies, going ahead. I lower my head, taking a moment. “You know what’s funny? You call me alpha, yet you betrayed me and the vows you took when you became gamma.”

My father’s wolf stepped forward, tail stiff, head high. Hold, he linked, the Alpha bond cracking through every mind like a whip. No one chases. No one panics. We kill what crosses. We keep them away from town. A chorus of voices answered through the link, warriors confirming, betas acknowledging, the Gamma repeating the instructions so the younger ones didn’t forget. And then the first enemy moved. It didn’t lunge like a wolf. It darted like a blade. It slammed into our front line with unnatural speed, scales scraping against teeth as one of our warriors snapped at its neck, And broke a tooth. The warrior yelped, stumbling back. The scaled creature turned its head slowly, almost amused, and

“You’re not alone! You’re not a monster! You are the Alpha. Fight it!” The Alpha froze again for a heartbeat. Gold eyes flared inside the red. There was a battle in them, a struggle, a war between who he was and what he could become. “Do you feel me?” Caierre whispered. “I’m here. Fight. Come back to me.” Alvar’s claws tightened in the air, shaking the chains. His body trembled. A low growl escaped, rumbling through stone and dust. His fingers flexed, pulling at the chains, then relaxing slightly.