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

She'd found the paper at seven months pregnant sitting on her kitchen floor at ten at night with her back hurting and her feet swollen, and she'd seen his face on page six and cut it out with her scissors and put it in the box before she'd finished deciding whether she was going to. She hadn't known his name then. She'd figured it out three months later when she saw a different photo in a different paper: Dmitri Volkov, Alpha of the Volkov pack, attending a trade function in Helsinki. She'd sat with that for a long time. She hadn't done anything with it.

My back hit first, knocking the air out of me. “Because we’re enemies. I should be the one ending you.” Isabella’s breath came quick, her palms pressed flat on my chest, I caught both of her wrist before she could react. “Too bad.” She opened her mouth to retort, but before another word could leave her lips, I closed the distance between us. “I guess we’re just enemies in disguise,” I murmured, my breath brushing against her lips, “waiting for whatever lies ahead of us.”

"You worked your ass off for this moment." I smiled. "I did, didn’t I?" Ian Harrow. The man who had, against all odds, become one of my closest friends. When we first met in medical school, things hadn't started off smoothly. He was an Alpha, and back then, the idea of being anywhere near an Alpha—let alone speaking to one—terrified me. My trauma made me wary and my instincts screamed at me to stay away, to keep my distance, because Alphas hurt, they claim, they destroy.

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

Even if it was just a small gesture, I clung to the hope that he would see himself as my childhood friend again—rather than the cold-blooded killer disguised as the Alpha he becomes. I narrowed my eyes at him, but he didn’t flinch. His jaw was tense, and he glared back at me. “Yes, I can. I am the Alpha,” he said, stepping closer to me. Hearing his arrogant words, I scoffed. “If being an Alpha makes you this cruel, you should have failed the test back then.” My words popped his patience. In the next second, he gripped my throat. Without realizing it, I was backed against the window, my head pressing against the glass. My airway was blocked by his fingers dug into my skin with a threatening g

"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."

For the first time, I shook in fear, finally realizing why he was the most ruthless and notorious Alpha in all of North Central. I was taken by surprise when one of the wolves managed to evade Killian and instead lunged at me. With its sharp bloody claws aiming for me, I jerked backward, jumping out of the way of its path, earning just a scratch on my arm. I sent my sword straight at him. At the same time, his claws came at me, pushing me off the cliff.

I cracked my knuckles in anticipation. "Is that – Wise?" Aristo fidgeted. "Isn't it better to keep her hidden for a while?" He asked. "Is she a criminal?" I demanded. "Why does she need to be hidden?" The minute the world knew I had a mate, they would target her. I didn't take Alpha Blood by playing nice and befriending other Alphas. When I was named the Alpha of this pack, many Alphas started to withdraw their alliances with Alpha Blood to show their solidarity with Alpha Boston who was already cold in the ground.

That was cold, he could've at least let me thank him for helping me that time. "What a dick." Daichi said, fixing up his tie. "They think just because they're alphas, they can strut around like their hot stuff, piss off." He yelled but they were probably too far to hear. Daichi is a beta and he's hated alphas for as long as I can remember but he's friends with some people who are alphas. He might hate alphas but in his words, "Only the Alphas who are too proud to distinguish right from wrong." Akito on the other hand is an alpha that he trusts, we all met in elemtary school but Daichi and I were friends first.

“Alpha King” “It’s a damn name. I’m not asking you for anything else.” “Wouldn’t it be better to hear everything from her? I think you would—” I laughed dryly because there was no way she would be talking to me. “Do you honestly think she will tell me anything?” “I don’t know, Alpha. It’s not my place,” he replies, going ahead. I lower my head, taking a moment. “You know what’s funny? You call me alpha, yet you betrayed me and the vows you took when you became gamma.”