Hunted By Alpha Devil Novels & Stories

Both are over six feet, broad shouldered, powerful with danger emanating from them. The one on the right’s jaw flexes, eyes burning. He’s furious. And I’m…coming apart. No way. No way the goddess screwed up this badly. The other’s brows knit, mouth twisting into a dark frown. But their hostility doesn’t drown out the thunder in my chest. My wolf stirs, claws at the surface, desperate to claim. Seventeen years, and she’s hidden. But now? Now there’s no denying the word that ricochets through my head, even with their anger and my fear.

Alpha Ryker smirked and turned to question the Z clan men, "There's no good in the evening, though it would be in the coming hours when I shall paint the streets red." "What is the progress, Beta Alvan?" Alpha Ryker turned his head to the side, enough to look at Beta Alvan who had followed Alpha Ryker after calling the Z clan. Alvan inclined his head to the side as a bow and answered, "My Alpha, there are some wolves who have turned and have already started to hunt. What shall I do about them?" "Kill them," Came the immediate reply of Alpha Ryker. He added in a hard tone, "They should know better than hunt before their Alpha."

“There might be more of a response if you contacted them directly. You know how they feel about werewolf society and hierarchies.” Damn it! I threw down the reports that I was looking over. He was right. I hated dealing with the hunters and their society. They were cowards, hiding behind stolen magic of witches they’d hunted down in the past. If it wasn’t for the need for peace, I would have happily moved toward wiping them out. As alpha of the strongest pack in North America, I knew that I could unite our packs and rid our continent of them if I really wanted to. But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters?

But Anna is his replica, with the same piercing shade of eyes. “Dad…” I swallow, feeling a pinch in my chest. “I…” “You what? You ruined things, right?” “I was at the pack house yesterday,” I mutter, hating the way he glares at me, like I am worth nothing. Like I can do nothing. “And I found the Alpha of the Blood Ridge Pack.” “Please tell me you put a knife to his gut.” I bite my lips, taking a slow step back. My eyes fall to the ground, just as I shake my head slowly.

Just nods. “The people I am running from are the people that turned me into this.” “And what is this?” Dillon asks. “There is a term in wolf packs. It is called the Alpha of Alpha’s. That is what they made me.” “An Alpha of Alpha’s? Then why are you trying to run from them.” “Because I never wanted it, Dillon. I was never asked, I was never told. I was tricked into killing the original and when you kill an Alpha…” “You take on their role.” He finishes the sentence and scratches his chin. “Thank you for being honest with me.”

The Deathbringers was a pack led by an incredibly powerful leader—Alpha Kane, but everyone called him the Devil Alpha. It was rumoured that his eyes were pitch black during transformation, a color that no Alpha had ever had. Some said he got it by making a deal with the devil while others claimed he was the devil. I agree with the latter. He had to be the devil, believing otherwise would mean that there was something worse than him out there. That in itself, was a more terrifying thought.

What had to be my lowest moment: as I sobbed under the alpha , trying to kill my baby, and only a few miles from freedom, that something incredibly lucky happened. Deven, showed up. Well it's more like he barged in, and I don't think I've ever seen anyone more fucking livid. I could actually see the fires of hell burning in his eyes and it's smoke was steaming out of his ears, as well as the hole where his nose used to be. He was running, no charging, like a damn bull right for me. Alpha noticed this and was trying to order the wolf back, but Deven was gone. He was lost to his wolf, a wolf who wanted revenge it seemed.

We wolves are thrown into a heated battle much different from the last battle we had that they had escape with their trickery, now they have everything to lose because Arden has broken our agreement and for that reason his head no belongs to me. First in my human form I take out the first wolves that attack me thinking I’d be an easier target while on only two legs, sadly they’re wrong. They don’t call me the devil alpha just for show. I rip right through them with my bare hands charging forward, moving closer to the pull of my mate bond that draw me in the direction Lilith is. We advance into the pack past the border forces that aren’t enough to hold us back breaking though their defenses a

Typical. “And you did not think about informing me the first day itself about it, hmm ? For a million dollars, you just sold your soul to the devil,” suddenly the Alpha’s voice dropped low but the dangerous undertone to it increased a hundredfold. “Now instead of that she wolf, I will be the one who will kill you, you mutt,” he whispered but loud enough for supernatural ears to hear and then followed an agonizing, loud cry along with a furious growl before pin drop silence ensued.

The weight of Devon’s fury pressed down on them all, and I saw heads bowing, spines bending under the command. “Yes, Alpha,” the elder forced out, his voice hoarse. Devon stepped back, still radiating rage, and pulled me into his side. His arm was like a shield, holding me close, keeping me steady. “This hunt is over,” he declared. “There will be no more trials, no more tests. She is your Luna. That is the end of it.” A chorus of reluctant “Yes Alpha” followed, though the bitterness in their tone was sharp. I felt their eyes on me, full of blame, as if I was the reason they’d been denied their hunt.