Darius X Alador Novels & Stories

Dante growls into my ear, his surgeon’s precision turned filthy, his grip bruising my hips as he slams deeper, each thrust shaking me to my core. “You’re… you’re my alpha daddies,” I sob, the confession shattering as he drives harder, making my suspended body quake. “You’re my protectors! ” “That’s fucking right,” Elias snarls, the whip in his firefighter hand cracking across my ass cheeks hard enough to leave a burning mark. I whimper from the sharp sting, my body bracing harder against Dante while my chained hands grasp desperately at the links for something or anything to hold onto. “And who are you to us? ”Jaxon demands, the cage fighter in him making it an unbreakable order.

Xavier quickly glanced at the other alphas who were too shocked to react. "Is Erica alright?" he asked him without caring for any of his guests. "Yes, Drake has informed me that she has woken up," Alpha Adrian replied gently. Xavier nodded tersely. He would have been more relaxed if he could feel her emotions. "You were saying?" Elder Raven prompted a little impatiently, once again drawing Xavier's attention to them. "Shall we take a seat?" Elias asked, gesturing for everyone to take their previously occupied seats. Some complied while other, including Elder Raven, remained standing. Elias squared his shoulder. "Very well. Let me begin by saying that if Xander and Leon have suffered then it

Sweat drips down my back, stinging the open cuts that are taking forever to heal and I'm fairly sure my right shoulder is dislocated, but Levi, the third ranked warrior in my class, is still standing and my father will not accept anything less than first place, even during training, so I grit my teeth and force myself into position. Levi growls in frustration, he's panting, drenched in sweat and desperate to prove his worth by taking down the future Alpha.

Because after that day, he was frequently called into the Alpha's office, apparently the Alpha hadn't given up yet, he had called witches and used all sorts of torturous methods to try and make Darius transform, but all his attempts were futile, all it did was leave the seven-year-old child traumatised. Darius' small body was littered with scars and bruises he accumulated over time because of what the Alpha was doing to him, this made him avoid Alana, and Adryan afraid that they would find out about his injuries which in turn would lead them to learning about him being a half-ling and that they would also turn against him. It was a miracle that this went on for three years before someone fou

“That just fine, Darius. I can still introduce myself now.” Darius face remained serious. He slowly looked at me. My brow furrowed even more. The hell is wrong with him? Why is he following me? I looked back at Ian when I heard him faked a cough. “I'm Christian, Darius' cousin,” he introduced himself. Oh, he's Darius' cousin. I remember now, we, Darius and I, used to play with him when we are still a child. If I’m not wrong, he and his family left the main city when he's ten.

I could imagine his smirk as he said mockingly, “Another night of lover boy not being able to find sleep, huh?” I groaned, “Shut up.” He chuckled before asking, “Where are you?” “In my office.” I shut the mindlink and went back to Xoro but he had already retreated to the back corner of my mind. About five minutes later, I sniffed Darius outside my office before he knocked on the door. Sliding the door open, he stepped inside. His eyes moved to the glass in my hand and he groaned, “Ughh, I never thought I’d ever see the King of the North drowning in his sorrows like this.”

“I’m done playing games with you and the Italians. Just tell me what you need.” “Wow, X, you’re really different today,” Darius observed, leaning forward slightly. “You’re in a vulnerable position. I can’t handle seeing you like this. I’ve seen how you deal with women who try to get close to you—it’s pretty harsh. But this girl is different. I understand she’s your friend, but that doesn’t change who you are. You’ve fought in tough battles, and there’s no hint of gentleness in you. You manage to protect your own while showing no mercy to your enemies. It’s quite an impressive balance. You’re unlike any soldier I’ve ever had.” His smile was unsettlingly friendly, and he glanced down before me

I mumbled to myself. Darius was just about pronouncing judgement when Xander rushed in. “My Alpha, my sincere apologies. I would’ve returned sooner, but I wanted to do a thorough investigation before bringing you the facts.” He knelt on one knee just inches in front of Serena, which left Darius puzzled. “ What are you talking about Xander?” Suddenly, a group of men walked calmly into the room. A man with full hair sleeked back, spoke up. “Greetings Alpha Darius, it's been a while.” Serena’s face turned porcelain white as she seemed to recognize that baritone voice without even looking at his face.

The smoke stung my eyes as they all looked up. Alpha Darius of the Northern Pack pushed himself to his feet. He was in his late forties with a neck as thick as a bull’s and teeth stained yellow from nicotine. Rumors swirled around him that he had buried three wives, and no one ever dared to ask how they died. Darius offered a slow smile. “Marcus. I see your precious daughter is still unclaimed.” “Unfortunately,” my father grumbled, his grip tightening on me. Darius’s dirty eyes raked over my body, lingering in a way that made my skin crawl. He was assessing breeding stock. “I appreciate a strong lineage,” he drawled, “but I also value obedience.”

And that now we were away from Giovanni. The gates didn’t open immediately. The guards, warriors, stepped forward, hands on their weapons. Their eyes scanned the damage. The blood. The bruises. The dirt smeared over our skin. Then one of them recognized me. His eyes widened. “Delilah? Lysandra?” His eyes scanned her, but Lysandra did not respond. Her eyes were still empty. I nodded once. “I need to speak to Alpha Damon. Tell him it’s urgent.”