Healing The Ruthless Alpha Novels & Stories

Alpha Caden fumed back at Madison and she screamed in frustration. “So what? Did I not help you with that horrible beast when I got my wolf back? Which reminds me you have a lot of explaining to do as regards having an enchanted forest in the back of your pack land!” Madison screamed at the Alpha and he rubbed his temple as though he was dealing with an errant child, Madison did not appreciate the gesture.

People began to murmur in the crowd. The werewolf priest repeated himself, but I didn’t say a word. Kai reached for my hand. I turned to him. “Baby, are you okay?” Beside him was that bodyguard who had shown me the video of Alena and Eugene earlier. I swallowed. I turned to him, and suddenly people began to scream. I jerked my head around and gasped. “Max,” I whispered Alena’s distant cousin. He was the Alpha of the root pack. They were rivals to our pack. Sworn enemies.

"Unharmed? Reassurance?" "Yes. After all, they could have severed a finger if they were so savage and used that as intimidation and proof. Most Alphas can heal from a gash or any injury that leaves most of the flesh still attached to the body, but a severing injury like a lost appendage usually does not heal. This is subtle proof they are willing to keep your parents intact, or at least the way they found them." "I don't find that reassuring in the least." "Wise, because it means nothing. They're only trying to appeal to your feelings when in reality, they might be dead already. But of course, if the enemy is who I think they are, they should be intact. Annalise Rokley, yes? That is your nam

She gasped, covering her mouth before she could get louder than a breath. “Who are you and who do you work for?” Sandra heard Alpha Alex’s voice. She also heard the rogue struggling to breathe. “Tell me or I’ll crush you into bits”, Alex said as he pressed tightly on the rogue’s throat. The rogue slapped his hand several times, in an attempt to free himself but it all failed. Alpha Alex’s strength in his hands and grips was unmatched. “I…I… I… can't say”, the poor thing tried to speak. He still fought him off as he kicked, slammed, and scratched the Alpha. Unlike Rogues, Alex healed almost immediately his body had a scar.

My Alpha Spirit bursts from me like an atom bomb. “What… are you?” He whispers horrified as his body shakes before me. “A fucking Alpha,” I growl, my voice overlapping with Zara’s. I plunge one clawed hand through his chest wrapping my hand around his heart, and the other I plunge into his neck wrapping my fingers around his trachea. With one tug I rip his heart from his chest holding it in my bare hand and with another tug, I rip his trachea from his neck. Blood coats my skin like a blanket as I watch the life leave this bastard’s eyes and blood gurgles through the hole in his throat as his body falls to the forest floor in a heap.

The territory pulling toward something wrong. It wasn’t coming from the ground. It was coming from him. The territory had been sick because its Alpha was sick. Aldric had been dying long before the death howl. And now his son carried the same rot underneath his skin, hidden beneath control and pine resin and stillness. But I wasn’t a wolf. I was a healer. And I don’t look away from sickness. He turned and walked away. Didn’t speak. Didn’t nod. His hand left the glass and the fog where his palm had been faded slowly. Like it didn’t want to let go either.

Rizine wanted to defeat Alpha Ryker to get revenge for herself and her younger sister Alina. Alpha Ryker was getting so mad at Rizine that he wanted to rip her head off her body. But he doesn't wanna let Kristina and Aster think that he was weak so used his full force to be able to fight back at Rizine. But every time he hurts Rizine, the wounds would heal immediately. Not like him, his body was now covered with wounds and bruises, and her blood was drifting on the ground.

"This conversation we're having now feels like déjà vu. Centuries ago, I found myself in a similar position, speaking with an Alpha I once considered my closest friend. His pack had gone to war with a rival, suffering heavy casualties. Knowing of my healing abilities, he sought my help to restore his entire pack. But my own pack was small, and our resources limited. We couldn’t possibly heal everyone. I explained to him that the harsh reality of our situation meant that he would have to prioritize and choose who among his thousands of members to save, given that we numbered only a few hundred. There's only so much magic can do, and our healing power is finite. That Alpha betrayed my trust. O

’ And the trained healer, in streams of tears and shuddering sniffles, snapped out of her stupor and held the other shoulder, pressing it down hard while sobbing equally hard. Meanwhile, I instinctively jumped onto the twisting body, as though I knew of itsl brute strength, and grabbed that human arm like a professional surgeon. And before I knew what I was doing, I tore the bandages off the end of the upper arm, revealing the torn flesh, and moved the severed lower arm towards it, pushing the ends together like a magnet. ‘RELEASE ME THIS INSTANCE!! I WILL NOT BE CURED BY DARKNESS!’ yelled the Alpha, his silky voice in a monstrous cry as he struggled violently to break free from his restrain

Then one of them acquired a pungent liquid and started applying it to Maridelle's body. Alpha Mikhail's pack is prominent for their unique healing rituals. Only few knows how it happened, but one thing for sure is they had never failed healing someone no matter what the injury is. Those who came before Alpha Mikhail had embraced modernization and he meant to continue embracing it, however, as an Apha, he knew very well not to change. Their packs are focusing on preserving their unfair advantage.