روايات وقصص ضمن Healing The Ruthless Alpha

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.

He hurried with the process and in no time he was cleaning the excessive blood from my body, squeezing the wash clothe a few times and then patting the injury. He held my arm and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, what did he want to do and why was he hesitant. He let his tongue out, leaned towards my injury mark and I let out a gasp, retracting my arm from his grip. "What do you think you're doing?" "I'm healing you." "But that's reserved for mates!" Healing was a thing mates could do for each other, it was a really sacred thing meant for those with that bond only. "I'm your alpha, I can heal you." Not waiting for my argument, he proceeded to swipe his tongue along my hand and shoulder. I

She would tell me stories of an alpha notorious and more ruthless than Alpha Silas. He was said to punish trespassers in the most inhumane ways possible. Rumour had it that he did so by cutting finger by finger, with his best healer by his side. He would stop the bleeding and do it all over again, maiming them repeatedly. Now hearing the words from the man Cane addressed as alpha earlier had a cold sweat forming.

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.

She growls. Claws dig into my palms. “SHUT UP.” She steps closer. “You haven’t touched a woman in five years, and it shows. Your head’s not in the game. You’ve lost your edge, brother.” “I said shut the fuck up.” But she doesn’t. Of course she doesn’t. “You can’t even keep your focus during drills. You think the team hasn’t noticed? You think Coach hasn’t? Your dick’s in the way.” Blood drips down my fists. “I’m your Alpha!” I roar and the whole room shakes. “You don’t talk to me like that!”