Ex's Enemy My Alpha Novels & Stories

I looked up at him through my eyelashes. "You’re a monster," I retorted, too weak to pull myself up. He smiled wickedly. "Monsters keep their families safe," he defended picking up the photo and then tapped it with his finger. "And i'd be your end" I fired, with a troubled heart. The supreme alpha chuckled, he turned to one of the guard who was shaking in his boot. "I'd watch you try" he responded amused. He didn't even retaliate, like he knew I was too broken.

I breathed in hard, trying to get air, my voice dropping to a dangerous, low growl. ​"Fine," I said, pointing a finger at her. "Don't you dare think this is over. You think you’ve used me? You’re dead wrong." ​I snapped my head toward Seth, his eyes still glued on Elena. "Alpha King Seth," I whispered, "I don't know what game you guys are playing. But you just made me your biggest problem. You’re my arch-enemy now.." He glanced around, like he wanted to be sure his Lycan warriors were still behind him. He nodded and said, "bring it on."

No love. Just peace. He knew. I didn't love him anymore. His hand went to his chest. The place where the bond used to hum. It was silent now. Had been for hours. He just hadn't noticed until this moment. His wolf whined. A low, pitiful sound that turned heads in the terminal. Damon Greystone, the youngest Alpha of the Greystone Pack, stood in the middle of an airport and whined like a lost pup. And I walked away.

“I defeated you before.” “You did.” “And... I embarrased you too.” He laughed. “You made me realize how much I stil have to learn.” Serafina stared into the tea. People here, they were stange. Shadow Fang taught that defeat created enemies. But Black Fang treated defeat as a lesson. She still couldn’t understand it. Suddenly, the doors to the council chamber burst open. Raised voices echoed into the hallway immediately. “This is unacceptable!” Alpha Aldren stormed out first. His expression was darker than before. As he passed Serafina, his steps slowed. Their eyes met. For one strange moment, he looked almost shocked. Not angry or disgusted, but shocked.

The Alpha studied me for a long moment, then nodded once. “You are not a weapon,” he said. “You are a line.” Relief loosened something tight in my chest. “However,” he continued, “lines change the map.” I met his gaze steadily. “I won’t be hidden to make others comfortable.” A corner of his mouth twitched. “Good. Comfort breeds stagnation.” He turned to Marcus. “Your pack has a reckoning ahead.” “I know,” Marcus replied quietly. The Alpha looked back at me. “You will have enemies, Rose. Not today. Not tomorrow. But they will come.”

“You shouldn’t have to walk away with nothing while they live comfortably on the ruins of your life.” I didn’t know what to say. No one had ever said that to me before. I had been taught to endure. To sacrifice. To stay quiet and dignified while being torn apart piece by piece. And now this man; this Alpha from an enemy pack was offering me power… and vengeance. “Why?” I whispered. “Why would you do this for me?” His gaze softened further, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Because I don’t believe broken people should stay broken,” he said.

"Go somewhere else Alpha.” I leave. I had just returned about fifteen minutes later when Maren walked out of the chamber with her bag of medicine on her shoulders. She raises her head up at me without flinching. Thirty years of dealing with alphas had cured her of being impressed by them. "She will live. I release the breath I did not realize I was holding. "How bad?"

"But it's also easier to say all that than to do. I just wish I could destroy all my enemies but I can't. We are just a few. Going on another war would mar us. Kappa and his wolves would be here anytime soon and it would either be to give up or to fight. I want to fight but I'm thinking about my pack. Is that what is best for us?" "I certainly know giving up is not the best. You know I will always support you. If you want to fight, then I'll fight with you." "I can't drag you into this, Hayden." "It's my battle too. Alpha Lundamous and his son are my enemies just as they are yours." "What do you mean?" "I'm sorry. I didn't tell you the full story. I'm from the pack and Alpha Lundamous is the

“Mark my words, Alpha, your reign of terror will crumble. And when it does, you shall witness the fury of a prince who will stop at nothing to protect his pack and restore balance to this world.” A hushed silence falls upon the chamber, the air thick with tension. The Alpha’s face contorts with anger, his eyes burning with a mix of fury and disbelief. But I remain steadfast, unyielding in my resolve. The battle lines have been drawn, and I am prepared to face the consequences of my defiance.

If Alpha Zach is here, he will surely lit every piece in this pack and alternately smoke on it like his fucking life depends on it. My gaze cannot help but wander again to this man and realize that the rumors are real. He is nothing but the personification of darkness. He loves blood, that’s why he’s the executioner. He tortures our victims until their soul doesn’t have a choice but to leave the mangled body. I doubt him at first. He seems too quiet and demeaning. While Alpha Zach and I are both have this intention to make the world bow down on our knees, he didn’t seem to display the same idea. But after some years, I was wrong.