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

“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

Danger. Now it was like a second skin to me. It felt like a bullseye had been painted across my back ever since I became entangled in the Alpha's universe. What was the number of his enemies? I was unable to count. There were adversaries in disguise even inside the pack, rivals wanted him dead, and wolves terrified him. The return trip was a haze. I was unable to fully put my arms around his large shoulders, so they remained twisted around his body.

He asked looking at me with an irritated and disgusted face. “What do you mean but I’m just an informant, have you forgotten that I’m also an ally? The deal was to give you information about how to ruin the pack and you help me become the alpha, so what do you mean by I’m just an informant to you?” I asked confused as I stared at him, wondering if I was stupid for thinking that I could make the enemy of my enemy, my friend.

My palms began to twitch, longing to hit him across the face. "You have lied about your status to us and you have not mentioned how ruthless your Alpha is. Your Alpha might come and make war with us and wipe us out because of you and there would be nothing you will do about it. You could be an enemy for all we know but no one wants to consider the possibility.” "They do not consider the possibility because I am not an enemy! Keep your words and assumptions to yourself alone!" There was a pause and in the silence, my voice seemed to reverberate. I made to walk away for the second time but his hand reached out and grabbed me firmly by the elbow.