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Hunter muses. I watch the other man with undisguised interest. All Typhon does is say, “I beg your pardon?" "If I might be so bold as to make a deduction based upon your behavior of the past few days, Typhon …” “Just get to the point, Hunter,” Typhon huffs. “You clearly did not want it to be made public that alpha … ah … little Alpha .... er … shall we call him the little invisible Alpha?” “I prefer Jonas,” I supply helpfully.

I try to ignore the sweet smell of his cologne. "I dreamt I was the Alpha of my own pack," I smile at the thought, "Everyone loved me, Asher." "They already do," He says, looking up at me from his spot on the bed, "I know you would be the best Alpha. You're strong, smart and take initiative. You will be amazing." Asher's words mean more to me then he will ever know. No one has ever told me I would make a great Alpha but hearing from an Alpha himself makes my heart warm. I could cry of happiness.

I’m sure he had met Alpha Lucien at some point in his life, which means he knows the man. If he makes him nervous, I guess it is only smart that I remain on my guard. “Please take a seat,” Asher thankfully finds something to say. I’m still trying to stop my running brain from thinking of the worst possible scenario. He walks coolly, his steps calculated and easy. He takes the first seat closest to him, in the middle of the row. I have a feeling if it was his son he would have found the head of the table. This man is humble, probably the most humble alpha I’ve met in my life. Alphas are known to be arrogant assholes and if I didn’t know Asher, I would have sworn they were all like that. Anoth

I pressed myself behind a supply cart and looked around the edge of it. He was standing with his back half-turned to me, talking to two men who nodded like their lives depended on getting it right. And maybe they did. He was taller than I'd pictured, broad through the shoulders, wearing a dark tunic with no armour. Confident enough not to need it inside his own camp, apparently. Alpha Asher. The Red Beast himself. My heart did something strange. Not fear exactly. Something more complicated that I didn't have the time to examine. I pulled out my bow slowly, careful not to make a sound, and nocked an arrow. My breathing steadied on its own. This was the part where my body always calmed down, l

I smiled. "What if I did?" He said, trying to be bold. "Even if you did... it would never work out." I blurted. He flinched at what I said and didn't talk anymore. I waited and waited but he didn't say a thing, even his friends didn't utter a word. "She's right, you know?" Misa unexpectedly said, making me look at her. "I'm sure you heard me say it before, you know... when you were eavesdropping. He's an alpha and not just any alpha, he's an elite among elite."

The she-wolves of my pack love to throw themselves to me or my beta and friend Zayn, and we can't restrain ourselves, but we are cautious to who we bang, I mean I am a 28 year old Alpha without a mate nor a chosen mate, I need to blow off some steam and that's where the she-wolves come in handy. I trusted inside her harder and more aggressively, when her walls clutch around my big cock, "yes alpha, more please" she moaned and I was sure if my room wasn't soundproofed she would have been heard from a mile away, I slapped into some few more times while rubbing her clit and that's when she screamed my name and came undone, after some few trusts I reached my own climax and fell next to her on th

This scared Asher to the core and caused a tremble in the chambers of his heart. The Alpha sighed out and wiped his warm, clammy palms over his face, before running his hands over his scalp until he washed his hands over the skin of his neck. Asher's brain filled with the image of Miranda's strawberry-red face, and he chuckled genuinely for the first time in a while in his life. Then, picking up his laptop off the floor and closing it, Asher left the bedroom and headed to the dining hall. The Alpha didn't miss Joshua's absence as he grabbed a tray and filled it with plates of breakfast, fruit and juice. Then Asher returned to his room. He cleared his coffee table and placed the tray down, th

Frey I finished breakfast with the family and summoned the witches to the pack house, where they would try to decipher how to save Logan. I had taken my time to explain the turn of events on our expedition to Agatha. The witches weren't working alone. All hands were on deck to save the Alpha. We’d been working since we returned from River Ash. It was nearing dusk, and we were still at it. “Did you find anything from the books?” I paced the room with my grimoire clutched to my palms.

Then— Thud. The file landed directly in front of Asher. Papers scattered across the floor. Asher frowned before bending down to pick one up. “What is this, Alpha...?” His expression slowly changed from happiness to confusion to shock and then… fear. The more pages he read, the paler his face became. His hand shook as he looked at me through the corner of his eyes. Alpha Damian folded his arms and looked straight at him. “You fucking idiot don't deserve my daughter.” His voice remained calm.

The Alpha's Judgement The air in the Alpha’s war room tasted like rusted iron and burnt coffee. Two weeks. Two weeks since the scent of Lila’s jasmine perfume had clung to Asher’s sheets, since her laughter had curled around the cracks in his resolve. Now her name sat between them like a landmine, detonating in his mother’s voice.