Finding Alaska Book Review Novels & Stories

I turned back, my eyes still emitting danger. “Keys.” I spat. He jolted and immediately brought out the keys from his pocket, then threw them to me. Sitting inside the expensive car which seemed to have not been cleaned for months, I frowned and threw Benson, who sat in the passenger seat, a disgusted look. But I still inserted the keys in and started the car. In no time, the car was running on the road. My destination— The Alaska home. The Alaska family doesn’t live in the Northern Pack but in a city that wasn’t taken by any pack. They are involved in business and grew their wealth from farmland.

Alejandro’s POV Tongass Forest, Alaska, huh? If I successfully retrieve the herb, then I will be off to Nevada to see my radiant moonlight. I feel like it has been ight years since I held my mate close. The stillness here is unlike anything I have encountered. This place is not silent, no, Alaska breathes, but it does so beneath the skin. The trees whisper in languages older than any wolf, older than even Inferno. Their branches reach skyward like claws mid-prayer. And the snow, light as ash, sifts through the pine needles in thin, ghostly veils.

Then, finally, nodded once. “There’s a book in my study,” he said. “Second shelf. Bound in black. Read it when no one’s looking. And don’t trust anyone who asks you why.” --- She didn’t return to her chambers. She went to the study. The book was where he said it would be—heavy, worn, its spine cracked. Pack Law and Succession Rites. Dry reading, once. Now it felt like prophecy. She read until her eyes burned. Learned the rules the Alphas used to choose mates. Learned how claims could be challenged. How alliances could be broken. And most importantly—

That’s where I need to go next. But where are they? I have no clue. I haven’t heard of that pack before. I mean, I haven't really heard of any of the packs. Not until I'm in the middle of ripping them apart. But if this Alpha is as tough and powerful as the journal claims, then there must be something about him, about his pack somewhere. I just need to find where. I made my way back to the small library. I wasn’t expecting to find anything useful. This little shithole was too small and insignificant to have anything worthy of my time. But I had to look regardless. There is always a small possibility of error on my part. However unlikely that may be. My patience had withered down to nothing,

My steps echoed softly on the polished wood floor as I walked deeper inside. I didn’t know what I was looking for until my eyes caught the section labeled “History of Alphas.” Curiosity pulled me closer, and soon, I was running my fingers over the spines and reading book titles I didn’t recognize. Finally, I noticed one book that clearly stood out. It was thicker than the rest, and its cover was faded. I pulled it out immediately, coughing as a thick cloud of dust rose up. I carried it over to one of the heavy wooden tables and opened it. The pages were already yellow and fragile, but the handwriting was still neat and legible.

The Hunter obeyed without question, as he undid the latch and opened it, revealing a book within. "The hell is that book? You're gonna read an encyclopedia?" the welp questioned, tone filled with mockery. Here I was, thinking I wouldn't be any more disappointed or disgusted by this disgraceful Alpha. Then again, with how he is, I shouldn't have been surprised in the slightest. "If you don't recognize the Financial Records of your pack, then you've certainly given yet another piece of evidence that you do are not worthy nor ready to be Alpha of any pack."

Audrey's eyes lit up in hope. "I think we have a deal." She replied with so much happiness and anticipation. "So which book are you searching for." Martin asked, with a smile of his own. "The book of Alphas." Martin's smile faded as he heard those words come out of Audrey's lips. "The book of Alphas? How are you sure the library has it here?" Martin asked. "I believe this library can contain so many sacred books that the main library is hiding away. We can't just determine them yet." Audrey studied Martin and he looked to be having an inner conflict.

Alaska let out a low growl, his gold eyes jumping from head to head as he smelled foreign scent around. But my wolf recognized their submissive stance and began to walk to the first one and sniffed his head. He then let his head touch him for a second and let his mind connect. Alaska did this to the next ones and I'm proud that none of them ran so far despite the obvious fear they're feeling. Alphas like Alaska love smelling fear in someone. It feeds their ego. And then we reached the third row of five where Klaire is. The excited fool kept his cool and I stopped myself from laughing. It's obvious how excited he is and I'm glad no one but Samson is witnessing it.

I muttered, a hint of disbelief in my voice. He raised a brow and closed the book, crossing his arms over his chest. “Did you expect me not to read?” I pursed my lips. “Not at this hour, I guess. You also don’t look the type.” A small scoff escaped his lips. “Hot Alphas can’t be smart now?” “Hot?” I exclaimed, my voice echoing through the library. Who was I kidding? He was undeniably hot—hotter than any man I had ever seen. However, I wasn’t about to feed his ego.

I took it down completely, slid it to the right, and swapped its place with the thinner poetry book next to it. The physical changes were incredibly tiny. A regular human or a low-ranking student walking into the study would never notice that a few books had been shifted. But Alistair was an elite Alpha with highly advanced wolf senses and an obsession with order. He would see the disruption the very second he walked through the door. His eyes would track the tiny flaw instantly.