Disguised Among Alphas: How I Befriended My Enemies Novels & Stories

"Your enemy's enemy is your friend. I have a strong feeling that Alpha Orvyn will be more than glad to have you by his side in the war." I drew in a long sigh. Not after what I did to him. I recalled our encounter at the Tiger Mountain. By my own hands, I'd plunged Endor into his heart. The timely interruption of one of his warriors who I suspected to be his Beta stopped me from decapitating him. Alpha Orvyn would rather have my head on a fucking stake than extending a treaty to me. "I blew up my chance with him. He's never going to accept me." "You don't know that. All we have to do is try."

Friends are people who can be used against you. "Eat something," Maren says, nodding at the tray. "The Alpha's welcome dinner is in two hours and you'll want something in your stomach before you sit across a table from Soren Dusk on an empty one." I reach for the bread. "Is he that bad?" "He's not bad. He's just…" she pause, "a lot. He has this way of looking at you like he's already read the last page of you and found it unsatisfying," She pauses again, "You'll be fine though. You have the face."

I look at everyone walking around us, watching me interact with the Alpha. No one is ever going to take me seriously again... "Let me guess, Dev betrayed our friendship and told you?" I prop my hands on my hips. "Actually I had you tailed by some members of my recognisance team," he tells me flippantly, as if that bears no meaning at all. My jaw clinches as I glare up at him. I hate how at ease he always looks, not struggling to exercise control in everything around him. "Okay, you've taken it too far now," I hiss. It's no wonder I've felt strange walking down the street this morning. He had"I needed to find you." He shrugs simply. "I figured it was time to have your mark —"

“You’re sure nobody’s coming after us, Darius? Sure this isn’t some elaborate revenge plot?” “Relax, Mathias. I’ve already got an investigation underway.” I leaned back, trying to appear relaxed. Inside, I was a coiled spring. “And?” Mathias pressed. “What have you found, oh great detective?” "Alphas," I began, my voice smooth as aged whiskey, "let's be real. We all have enemies. Even yours truly." I gestured to myself with a wry smile, the corners of my lips twisting just so. A ripple of uneasy chuckle went through the room. They knew it was true. This world breeds rivals.

She must’ve seen the skeptical look I gave her because she chuckled. “That’s a compliment,” she clarified. “You’re not what I expected because most of the people the Alpha…befriends,” she paused, as though the word left a bad taste, “they’re mostly real bitches. And they get a lot of plastic surgery.” she said with a small laugh. “We even made a joke about it. Said he only likes bitches. We ranked them by how nasty they were.” She made a face. “They got bitter, by the way.”

A hand suddenly grabbed my arm. I twisted violently, raising my fist to strike— But the man who held me was not one of them. The Alpha stood there. His grip tightened slightly as he pulled me closer behind him. Three enemy warriors burst through the trees seconds later. They stopped when they saw him. For a moment, no one moved. Then one of them smiled coldly. “Well,” he said. “Looks like we found the Blackridge Alpha.” The storm roared through the trees above us. The Alpha stepped forward slowly, placing himself between me and the strangers.

She was supposed to be my childhood friend, my confidant but she caused me my life, sided with my enemy. My jaw tightened. “Traitor,” I whispered. She hadn’t just stabbed me. She had indirectly given my position to Malcolm. It's good she's gone forever. I reached into my satchel and pulled out the disguise Maera had helped prepare. It was a darkened salve for my skin, a hooded cloak, bindings to suppress my aura. I closed my eyes as I forced my Alpha presence inward, caging it deep within my core. The silence that followed was unsettling.

I’m not scared and I’m definitely not paranoid, in fact, I’m grateful for the letters and I look forward to the next one. Each letter I receive tells me a bit more about my invisible enemy. In the first letter, they made sure to refer to me by my name but never call me Alpha directly. This is a blatant form of disrespect among wolves and is enough to start a feud, so this tells me they do not see me as a real Alpha. They want my pack, so that means they’re power-hungry. The fact they offered to spare me if I hand over my pack denotes arrogance; they think they’re doing me a favour by making this offer. While none of this tells me who the enemy is, it’s helping me get into their head far more

I knew the question had the potential to ruffle his weathers the wrong way but I was too curious to think about that. He let out a long, tired sigh. "Trust me, you don't wanna know." I shook my head. "Of course, I do." Alpha Evan stared at me for a moment, letting out another sigh. Then, he began, his voice sounding far off, almost as if he was re-living the moment as he spoke, "I had come to this pack under disguise looking for the grimoire. When I had reached just outside the pack's borders, the Alpha spotted me. Thinking I was some sort of a spy, he attacked me. During our fight, I think he realised I was more powerful than him and that he was going to loose. But what he also realised was

There was an enemy close by, a wolf wearing sheep’s clothing. And he had always been near. Always been by my side. Always been under my roof and I stupidly trusted this enemy. They had always been Caspien Maoist. And I fell for his trap, so deep that I almost fell for him. My mind wandered straight to the Meeting of Alphas, long had it been done but it has always been a place of diplomacy—tense, carefully measured with precision, often laced with threats masked as pleasantries. But that day I called for it… that day had felt different and hell could I remember the way Alpha Duncan’s eyes flickered with something unreadable when Caspian was there. How he stood for Caspian to be taken into my