Contracted To Alpha Maximus Novels & Stories

I said, my eyes flashing dangerously. “Are you sure this would work alpha?” Chief Dara asked. “Of course it will work.” Maxion replied confidently. “Whoever this person is, regardless of whether it is Alpha Lane or not will regret ever disturbing the peace of this pack.”

That was why he had to take that risk. Alpha Trent turned to Graham, who was still standing, staring at him in astonishment. He clenched his jaws thinking of his next move. “Graham”, he finally called. Graham blinked twice, becoming alert. He took a step forward and was now beside him. “Yes, Alpha?” He asked. “I want you to meet Timika Sanders,” Trent replied. Graham was shocked by this. Alpha Trent was reaching out to the witch; he knew how much he hated the existence of such creatures, and he didn't allow them to live in the pack with them.

Her blonde hair circles into tight ringlets that bounced around her face. “Alpha Dane.” Her shrill voice made me wince and I knew my hand had automatically tightened around Alpha Danes. “We were not expecting you yet. I believe the contract stated that you would return after thirty days.” So they had read it. “It also states that I will return within fourteen if I’m not satisfied.” Alpha dane mutters as he give my hand a little squeeze back. “You got what you want!” Luna Cassandra glares at me. “And we have not done anything wrong.”

“The affiliation with Green Howling Pack never happened, the Alpha's death was just used as a pawn for cover-up as resources from the company kept going to the wrong account and company in disguise of the name behind Green Howling Pack.” Isabella slammed the table and got up, her red-painted nails pointing sharply at me in rage and I flinched for a second before regaining my composure. “This is barbaric, Green Howling Pack was signed by the Alpha by himself!” She yelled and the other nodded. “The Alpha ignorantly signed what he wasn't aware of, the majority of the resources that were supposed to be sent to Green Howling were sent to Brick Cables in Midnight Shade!” I fired and her skin turne

“You have an exceptionally high turnover. Quality ratings are way down and arguably can be attributed to all of the above. And none of this even begins the discussion about all the problems with the financial record. ” “Please Alpha Isabella,” he says, looking over at Santiago then back to me. A tremble vibrates in his voice. “Alpha Jesse is already working on these issues. Additionally, we have encountered disputes with suppliers and our contracts. Jesse is working to resolve all this, Can you please collaborate with him?” Santiago growls again. This time, I place one of my hands over his. The moment my fingers touch his, electricity tingles just beneath the surface of my skin.

“We don’t think so. We think it’s a copycat. It’s too sloppy to be the Dark Alpha.” Patrick cocks his head to the side, “What do you mean sloppy, babe?” Maximo continues, “Well from what I remember, The Dark Alpha never used outside help especially from humans. He was too paranoid of being betrayed. Only his closest warriors and witches knew what was going on. I was away at warrior training when everything with Alpha Radar and the Dark Alpha went down, so I am only going off of the information I was given, since Alpha Radar isn’t talking much right now.”

The ancient alpha, his eyes reflecting the wisdom of countless years, regarded Maximus with a stoic expression. "Alpha Dracula," Maximus began, his tone a careful mix of deference and inquiry, "your alliance comes with promises of prosperity and stability. What, in return, are you capable of providing for the Veron Pack?" Dracula's eyes, like smoldering embers, met Maximus's gaze. A low growl, a primal sound that carried the weight of authority, rumbled from his chest. "You question the offerings of an ancient alpha, Maximus. Do not mistake my intentions or underestimate the power that comes with a pact of this nature."

Then again, who would have told me? “I’m taking you to him,” he says. “You’re going to be safe there. Don’t you worry. You will never again be kept by those cruel people. I promise you that. But we have to move. They won’t want you here. He will do everything in his power to get you back?” “Who?” I ask, still feeling a little dazed. “Alpha Max,” he says. Spits the name. “We sent our man in there to make an agreement with him. We were prepared to not fight back. We would let everything slide if he could just hand you over to us and he refused. He sent his head as a message.”

Alpha Max remarked, giving him a pat on the shoulder as they returned to the office. “I agree to your terms, Fred. I will give you power and authority over half of my pack,” Alpha Max stated. "Alpha Max, we have a deal," Fred said, a smile spreading across his face as he presented a contract for Alpha Max to sign. Alpha Max reached for his pen to sign the deal, but before he could, Fred abruptly halted him. "Are you not going to review the contents of the contract?" Fred asked. "There's no need for that, Fred. This is just a formality; we've both agreed on the terms," Alpha Max stated as he signed the contract.

Weakness was a tool, and I wielded it perfectly. I cleared my head of any lingering thoughts as I focused back on the microscope in front of me. I had to finish observing these cell cultures before my parents came back from whatever Alpha health check-up they went to perform. It might sound strange, but I had absolutely no idea who this potential Alpha even was. I wasn’t really interested in the political affairs of the pack. All I knew was that he was the current Alpha’s son, and for some reason, a fraction of the Council was completely against him taking over. Who knew why, and frankly, who cared?