Helen Park R34 Novels & Stories

To decide what kind of Alpha I wanted to be in this moment - one ruled by emotions, or one led by truth and duty. But tonight, I couldn’t avoid her any longer. There was a knock at my door. “She’s here,” my Beta, Kade, said quietly. “Send her in,” I replied. Helen walked in, wearing a soft blue gown. Her hair was down, flowing over her shoulders like a river of gold. She always knew how to dress to disarm. To look like peace. But I saw through it now. Her eyes searched mine. “Drey…” I didn’t speak.

she stated, panting. I did not hesitate to follow her. We walked down to the Alpha, but his sight of seeing Selena augmented his anger. I can see it in his eyes, though my presence made him not react. "Helen, what have you had to do with this mother of bitches that sided with her son in challenging their Alpha?" he groans. I thought about what to do. Asking him what the problem is may prolong the issue of rescuing the gamma. I waved to Selena and signaled her to leave so I could talk to the Alpha and calm him down.

Putting on my black high heels I give myself a last check before heading downstairs as I hear the first cars arriving. Arriving quietly behind my parents as they welcome the first couple – Alpha Zachary and Luna Rachel from the Blood Moon Pack, I step beside my father in time to shake Alpha Zachary’s and Luna Rachel’s hands. My mother and father give me a stern look, acknowledging my close to late arrival. I smile and continue with some small talk with Luna Rachel as Alpha Jackson continues speaking with Alpha Zachary and his Beta Sam. Luna Rachel is a beautiful woman. With her blond hair, brown eyes, and petite frame she is clearly the light in Alpha Zackary’s eyes.

But she took it to the next level and started to pull and twist my skin around. I scrunched up my face but finally accepted defeat. I pulled my hand away and scowled at Helena. She stood there in a purple, floral shirt and some black jeans with a frown on her face. She just looked absolutely stunning. I grabbed a hand but she removed her hand and backed away. I cocked my head to the side feeling a sense of rejection. "Why are our tickets shredded, Aaron?" She had her hands folded and glared at me. I stood up and placed my headphones and phone on the table next to us.

he continued with a gentle tone and slight bow. I sat at the edge of my bed and rested my hand on my knees. He wasn't wrong, it was his job to support and advice me. Feeling frustrated about his take on Lena felt somewhat selfish but he couldn't understand what I was feeling inside, what I wanted them to see even if they were going to stand against it. “She comes from a pack we've been fighting for generations. Alpha Dominic is literally the alpha of her pack. You know how crooked he is, he hates you”

“It clears him—Alejandro. It—it shows the evidence being planted. Someone from… the Serpents.” Helena froze. A sharp, icy fury bloomed inside her chest, and she withdrew her hand abruptly “Damn Benjamin,” she hissed under her breath, standing up so quickly that Parker nearly fell off the couch. “Wait—” He reached for her, his words slurring slightly. But she wasn’t listening. Grabbing the black lace panties she had tossed onto his desk earlier. Then the silk blouse, her fitted pencil skirt. She dressed swiftly, her mind racing. “Wait—Helena,” Parker groaned, still sprawled out, his shirt wrinkled, his tie hanging loose. “I’m not—finished.” He groaned again, sitting up and rubbing his face.

What happened with them? I ask, totally clueless. She just stared at me pointedly. "Don't pretend like you don't know." "Know what?" "Oh, my goodness. You really don't know." She gasps out loud when she sees my eyes to see I'm being sincere about my confusion. "Okay, this is a really fun game but I'd really like to know what you're talking about," I said, a bit tired. "Helen is a Ramsey, in fact, Helen is the daughter of Peytr Ramsey who is also a powerful shifter and controls most of the other regions of the city.

It was just me and Helen. She stared at me with pure hatred. "So what if you killed my baby? I have plenty of ways to make sure Riven only has eyes for me." A slow, satisfied smirk spread across her face. "They say Phantom Pack's Alpha is crazy about you. Doesn't really look like it from where I'm standing." I stood up, my voice even. "I didn't kill your child. You did." Helen's eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

And Helen would be there. Not as Maria. But as the salvation Harry needed. Yes. She wouldn’t pretend to be Maria forever. Just long enough to destabilize everything Harry had rebuilt. Long enough to make him need her again. So Helen began her preparations: She studied every old photo of Maria. She mimicked her gestures, voice, and handwriting. She cut and dyed her hair. She practiced Maria’s art vocabulary. She learn to sing like Maria. She faked medical documents of survival, trauma, and memory loss.

Then the door opened a crack. A woman peered out. Mid-thirties, exhausted eyes, blonde hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. She wore a diner uniform with a name tag that read "Helen." "Can I help you?" Her voice was cautious. "Helen Randolph?" "Yes?" I saw the moment recognition hit. Her eyes widened. Her face went pale. "Alpha Jaxon." She opened the door wider, her hands trembling. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize... please, come in."