El Alfa Sin Pelo Novels & Stories

The mark of the breed of Alphas was their distinctive ginger hair and sapphire blue eyes. "I'll dye it." He retorted folding his arms, "I’ll need you to hang back with some elite members of the army as back up.” “Still that doesn’t explain how you intend to get in without suspicion.” She added, “Will you be buying or selling a slave? And who do you think you can trust with such an important task?”

", Elisa asked with a smile, hoping he would agree. Eamon thought about it for a second and then let out a breath, "fine, be quick about it though", he said, "and not talking or having a proper conversation in this position Elisa. Get off me", he pushed her away. "I love feisty", she winked and then got serious, "so um technically I'm an Alpha, I'm the only child of my parents so I'm the Alpha. My name is Alpha Elisa, I'm hoping you can do me the honors of giving me your last name", she chuckled, "joking joking", when she saw the look on his face.

He familiarized himself with her freckles, her nose, her thick eyebrows and of course the silky curls of her dark hair. He was enjoying himself thoroughly, before his Alpha tore the concentration away from Pomelia and onto himself. "Alpha with all due respect he won't listen to shit. I made a joke and he did this shit to me," Trent snarled, through his bloodied rag he kept on his face.

I retaliate. "Will you shut your trap?" Alpha Elijah roars with his dominant Alpha voice and I can see his eyes change from brown to dark brown. I can feel the rage boiling in them and it feels sad to know that he believes her instead. "I swear I did…". He doesn't let me complete my statement, instead, he aggressively lifts me up by the arm and pulls me all the way to the door, caring less about the fact that I'm stumbling behind him. "You are going to get hot from me tomorrow!" he promises as he pushes me outside and shuts the door in my face.

If I am to be prisoned or killed, it will not deter my dignity. I opened my eyes to met his eyes once again to found the same emotionless pit. An Alpha male is usually not restrained when he finds his mate and Alfa Re is standing emotionless, as if founding me does not effect him at all. "Alfa Re, this she-wolf has been caught tresspassing Royale territory and we believe she is also behind the kidnap of the member of Royale Familia, when she thought that her team member can rat her, she did not even spared them." Stated Royal Beta Caine.

The men again laughed as they encouraged their Alpha. “This pretty piece of ass will show you just what a ‘she-wolf’ is capable of. Be ready for when the sun rises you will be apologising at my feet. The only thing you’ll have to worry about is whether or not you’ll have any teeth left.” Without giving Tye the chance to respond we upped at left. I don’t know where Lilith found the courage to speak like that, but I couldn’t have been any prouder.

one of the wolves said as they nervously gathered around “alpha! They are here! As –as if they were waiting for us! Alpha, they also grouped themselves here, in the bridge” The small briefing of the walkie-talkie tensed them up and they started to overthink. Lina on the other hand smirked, this is interesting “Alfonso is that you? I tell you to standby, I repeat. Standby” some of them breathed out and think that they won’t proceed to the plan… how could they? When the monsters are one step ahead before them! “my liege call you for a feast” lycanthrope creatures are known for their hairy feature… and all of that hair tensed up as soon as they heard that scratchy voice

He’s the alpha of the Southern Tail Pack. A common trait about these alphas is their fine features, sharp and rigid jawlines and noses, the hypnotizing colour of their eyes, and their usual coily long hairs. Some of them have it streaming down their backs, while others have it wrinkled enough for it to be messy all over their heads, but it’s beautiful. They are inhuman, and every personality of theirs shows it. Our presence catches their attention; all four alphas eyes land on us.

The attack from Elora was not a movement of muscle and bone; it was a "Glitch" in reality. One moment, she was a passive statue of scentless obedience; the next, she was a blur of silver-white static, her claws leaving trails of grey "Redacted" data in the air. She lunged for Kaelen’s throat, her clouds-and-sapphire eyes glowing with the cold, clinical authority of the First Alpha’s "System Restoration."

I would gladly scratch their eyes out myself. So, let me elaborate on the vermin before me as a distraction to keep my mind occupied. Because of their Alpha blood, both of them have muscles and jawlines for days. All Alphas do. They have black, wavy hair almost reaching their shoulders, and brown eyes meant to draw in any woman they please. Anyone except for me, that is.