Deceiving My Big Bad Alphas Novels & Stories

Jeremiah, the sweetest boy she knows, the first person she met after coming to Havendale. ** ''There's something brewing in Havendale,'' the old oracle says. Before she could lead them on with riddles and rhymes, a mysterious dark force kills the old hag. As things seem to get a little bit out of hand, the Alpha tries to keep it a hush, hush. But after a series of strange events, it has everybody talking. Of course, Alpha Sabastian knows a secret, well part of it. But he wasn't so sure on what to believe, at first he thought he could handle it on his own but things start to get overwhelming, and the truth comes out he second-guesses everything he thought he knew.

Perhaps, she somehow knew my destiny before I ever began the journey down this path. Once we are at the car, the driver opens the door with a fake smile on his face and then we both get in. Turning to Alexander, I look up into his eyes before asking curiously, “What will you do when you find the other Alpha?” Pausing, he doesn’t say anything at first, but after a minute or two he finally replies angrily in a voice filled with hatred while looking out the window to avoid my stare, “I will kill him with my bare hands. He deserves no mercy for what he did. First, he trespassed into my territory and then he killed some of my best people. This is unforgivable.”

Too old to cry when they laid his body before the House. Alpha Alexei Malvore. A warrior. A leader. My father. I wasn’t supposed to be Alpha that day. That title was still years away. He was strong, feared, and beloved. He could command a room with silence and crush a rebellion with a whisper. And yet, one man, one traitor ended him. Vincent D’Arvenzi. His brother-in-arms. My godfather. The man I used to call uncle.

I smiled handing the sleeping Layla back over to her mother, who was still sobbing a little holding her baby so tightly, its heartbreaking to know what happened to her son, but I have to look at the bigger picture now I’m Queen, Baron wants this deal signed and using this box may be the only way to get it. “Aside from the better interest of my pack, we are doing well with the trading deals we have, if I were to trade with some mundane Alpha who can only offer me a little, I am missing out on the bigger deal with the bigger Alpha who can offer me more.” The Alpha protested the idea seeming to not like the terms, but he was missing the bigger point.

As Alpha Kael returned home, his grandmother awaited him with urgency. She had intended to discuss the unfair contract he had signed, but before she could, the news exploded with a scandalous headline: Alpha Kael had forcefully assulted a young wolf, killing her and disposing of her body. The accusations were false, but the rival's manipulative words fueled the outrage.

In fact, I end up shopping for him instead, even when I know it is pointless. This habit is something I acquired over the years. I buy things for him and store them in his wardrobe. But he never wears them, and I still don't give up. At the cashier, while my items were being checked, I overheard some women gossiping. “Have you heard? There is news going round that Alpha Dimitri has returned." My ears elongate when I hear Alpha Dimitri's name. “So what if he is back? He is the Alpha of our pack," The other woman says with a narcissistic voice.

“And if you think removing me solves anything, then you don’t understand the problem you’ve created.” Bram didn’t respond. But I saw it. The realization. That this wasn’t going to play out as cleanly as he intended. Kael stepped forward then, closing the space I had created. “You don’t get to dictate terms,” he said, his voice carrying through the hall with absolute authority. The shift was immediate. Final. “I am your Alpha,” he continued. “And this ends now.” Bram held his gaze. For a moment, it felt like the entire room balanced on that single exchange.

Beta Jerome stared made an eye contact with his Alpha; he's grinning and smile is cunning. Alpha Mikhail tapped his Beta's shoulder. “Good job. For that, I'll be bringing in your room more of your babies.” He winked with a wicked smile before he took a glance at their visitors waiting for the healers to finish setting up the medical apparatus. “There's so much to talk, but for now, I'll be a good Alpha in disguise.” Alpha Mikhail is happily whistling with his hands on his pocket after he quitted his office. He is completely luck-stricken at the moment. He delusionally filled the spaces of his brain of thoughts of the bloody war, the ace he have in hand, and all his advantages.

“Why’d you move, sweetheart? I’m just trying to make friendly conversation.” “Listen, I’m not interested,” I say, voice firm, hoping to shut down any further discussion. “Find someone else to bother.” “Oh, come on. You haven’t even gotten to know me yet. I’m an Alpha, you see. And I’ve got lots of money. I could show you a night you’ll never forget.” My skin crawls at his insinuation. The word ‘Alpha’ seems to ooze from his lips as if it were a crown rather than a glaring red flag.

] I taunted him, hiding the fact that I felt blue when he was obviously hiding something from me, [Death is always around me, and this happens when I don't grab on to the things I cherish. [It won't.] Al suddenly said, [I will end that curse, and death won't be around you ever again.] [That's not a curse!] I burst into laughter, [It's a metaphor! I'm just THAT unlucky--] The scary Alpha made his move and I shut up instantly. He lunged at me with such a fast move that it scared me by itself. I gulped as I weighed my chance against him.