El Alfa Sin Trenzas Novels & Stories

Showing them the truth would be the best explanation. She pulled off the earrings she had on her left ear. "This is gold. I know werewolves and many other supernatural creatures cannot even have silver close to them, but sages are different. We can hold gold and use it, and that is why you see me holding onto my favourite jewellery gifted to me by Alpha Aaron. However, when weaponized, it is as deadly as silver on a werewolf.”

The Luna steps forwards and shakes hands with the visiting Alpha. She is a beautiful, elegant wolf. Her hair is the color of a fox's fur. Her eyes are the color of fresh grass. Alpha Nico smiles proudly at her. I've never seen two people look so much in love. Everyone in his entourage bows their head. "I am honored to meet you," Alpha Maxwell says. "Your reputation precedes you," Luna Tatiana replies. He smiles, devilishly. "A good reputation, I hope?" "Of course." She smirks. "We've heard you are peaceful. Forward thinking. That you're not stuck in the old ways like..." Her voice trails off.

I stood on the balcony of my room, my keen eyes tracking Cassa in the back garden as she snapped pictures of flowers and anything else that caught her fancy. I glanced at my phone screen, where the name Calver Dasotta flashed back at me. Of course, the tattoo was familiar—he was the Alpha of the Dasotta pack, one of the most powerful in the North. They didn’t belong to the union pack, though; the Dasottas had their own legacy to uphold.

Does it affect Kiel? Come to think of it, she already caught a glimpse of him holding back last night inside the car. And she can’t deny that it left her in a daze. How can Kiel, a recessive alpha, had that sweet scent? “President? Are you alright?” Only Devyn realized that she’s already making that irritated face again. “Miss Anna,” she called out. The young lady across from her jolted. “Yes, President?” “What will happen if a recessive alpha’s rut gets triggered?” she asked without even blinking.

Amber eyes burned like torches in the darkness, staring straight into the deepest parts of me, into every secret I’d ever buried. This was Silas Vane. The darkest Alpha of the North. He walked toward me slowly. I wanted to run, but my legs were rooted to the ground. When he stopped in front of me, the heat radiating from his body burned my cold skin. His scent. It was overwhelming. Fresh leather. Earth before a storm. Pure male power. It clouded my mind, short-circuited my reason. I was shocked by what rose up inside me. My brain was thinking without permission. That must have been my wolf’s voice.

I glanced at the cloth, that had been a part of his clothes… something that belonged to him. "His name was Enrique, right?" She nodded just as Kiara came over, passing Kataleya the cone of ice cream, her thick sexy thighs coming into view, and I won’t deny that I took a moment to appreciate how fucking good she looked. "Yes, Enrique Ignacio Escarra, the future Alpha of the Fuego De Ceniza Pack." She stated it carefully, as if she had repeated it and memorised it thoroughly with effort until she had burned it into her memory.

I took my pocket mirror and started braiding my hair like Cecilia’s. “So, she’s the Zyra Sanchez,” exclaimed Alfie, staring at Zyra as she talked with Emma, George, Alex, and Tina. I glanced in their direction and pressed my lips. When Alex introduced her to us a while ago, I felt like my heart had left my body completely. “She’s beautiful and sweet,” Elle sighed, and I couldn’t agree more. When she was standing beside Alex, all I could think of was they were a perfect match in heaven. “I know,” I sighed as I agreed with her.

My parents, gone too soon, had dreamed of this day, and I silently offered a prayer to the moon for their spirits. I turned, and there, as if summoned by the very power of the ceremony itself, stood Alpha Fenrir. His presence was magnetic—tall, rugged, his features as sharp as the mountains that towered over our lands. A small, knowing smile played on his lips, his eyes gleaming with something... more. His gaze sent a flutter through my chest, a reaction I couldn't quite control.

I chimed in. "Yes, for you." he chuckled. "That made me cringe." I said, feeling my face heat up. He turned me to face him but my cheeks still felt hot so I buried my face in his chest and he held me tighter. "I noticed other alphas on the train but they weren't reacting to the intoxicatingly sweet aroma that filled the air and I thought, he must be my fated pair. I stalked behind you," he teased because of my earlier comment, "then you fell, I offered the suppressants but you passed out."

And that was how I heard the soft pants of an exhausted wolf. Usually, I wouldn’t have heard it. But as the Alpha, my senses were augmented and I picked up the fading pants at the edge of the forest. I raced towards the sound. Conscious of the fact that it could be a trap. Perhaps, Kyle wanted to play a fast one, but I was certain I could take anything he threw at me. “I am the Alpha,” I snorted. I raced towards the direction, ready for a fight. But what I saw was so shocking it completely disarmed me.