Husk X Alastor Novels & Stories

My mate slapped my ass, and the crowd went wild. “Please don't,” I yelled. “Take your clothes off, Dennis,” Alastor ordered. “No, Alpha, he's just a boy,” Fitzroy begged, grabbing onto Alastor's hand. Alastor's eyes darted to where Fitzroy's hand was. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY SCUM!.” Venom, Alastor's wolf was at the forefront. I couldn't look, so I closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same with my ears.

“It’s her…..” I broke his jaw before he could complete the statement. I looked at the man, and I knew him. He was in a rival group that was Blackthorn. They have both been trying to get the werewolf skulls for years but I have been safeguarding this area with all my strength. I look up to see Jaxon fighting like a man who planned for this. He was efficient and ruthless. He moves toward the trucks. “Grab what you can,” he shouts. “We’re pulling out.”

Is that the reason why his pale face is covered in Blush? Who could the unlucky bumpkin be? “Heyyy…Heyyy..Heyyy..Earth to Alastor….Earth To Alastor..” I called and he immediately snapped out of his so called trance. Instead of his ungrateful self to thank me for breaking that chain, he wanted to bite my arm off, could you imagine. My arm. I snapped it away from him, I mean, how would I drill into girl pussy's without my fingers? “Woah! Did you become more animalistic?” I asked and his glare doubled.

He glanced down at me before looking up at him again. "What do I want? Oh, that's an easy question. Give me back my land that you stole from me. That also includes all the females you stole from me and my pup." He snapped. Alastor growled in response. One of the wolves leaped for him and Alastor jumped at him in response. He wrapped around the scranny wolf and before I knew it, he was standing on top of me again. The lifeless wolf thudded against the ground and Alastor spat something from his mouth. Silence followed the small gasps. The wolf's throat was torn out, his eyes rolled back into his head and blood dripped from his lips. I recoiled away from the sight, hiding my eyes in my sleeve.

If he knew who I was, then who is he? “Who are you?” I asked. My voice echoed around the dark forest and the cliff. Suddenly the five beasts chasing me emerged from the forest and prowled behind him. Are they with him? Am I being haunted by a mysterious alpha? The stranger brought out a knife from his pocket. He began to detach my fingers around the root. “No, no...Don’t do this!” I cried. “Goodbye, Emily Blakesley,” he said and proceeded to my last finger.

I shouted. I stepped forward to meet the first armored Husk. It was a massive beast, a former Northern Alpha whose body had been fused into a suit of black iron. It raised a hydraulic fist, the pistons hissing with a freezing mist. I didn't dodge. I swung the new blade in a wide, horizontal arc.

he drawled out, so loud, my eyes widened as I clamped my hand over his lips. With another smug smile, Hermes continued to kiss my fingers. Goddess, he was so petty. Weary, I let him, shivering uncontrollably as Skylar laughed in the background. “Okay, if he's that close, and drawl that low, he wanna be your rebound guy.” “Goddess Sky, I said no rebound guy.” My gaze dropped to the top of Hermes' head, “No matter how pretty he thinks he is.” The bastard chuckled into my hand.

She had already confessed enough to justify what would happen next. “At the bonfire, Xander promised you that you would pray for death if you ever did anything to his Luna again. Do you remember?” She scoffed and shrugged her shoulder. “Xander’s not fucking here anymore, now is he?” Just then, the door to the room burst open, and in walked Xander, pure hate and ferocious rage rolling off him in waves. His eyes were jet black, his canines had extended, and his claws were protruding from his fingertips. Alastair was taking control, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop him.

I yelled in his ear. "I see him," Bastian said. Elias pulled to a stop, and we were right behind him. "Stay here," Xander said, pushing down the kickstand on his bike. "Well, well, well!" Balista said, eyeing the three of us. "If it isn't the Alphas... and their Mate. Perfect." A broad smile spread across his face. "I was hoping I'd see you here. We can end this right now." "With pleasure." Xander took off his jacket and laid it across his motorcycle.

"Kenny and his boys are pinned down due to gunfire." "Well if it's a fight they want," said Rooster all in for a battle after harboring such aggression. The Howler M.C. had been long-standing enemies of The Canyon Creek Coyote M.C. and as their mutual club names would imply, they were downright mortal enemies. Howler M.C. however had been the only shapeshifting faction thus far, but they had hated The Canyon Creek Coyotes just the same. It was Howler M.C.'s tradition to refer to the so-called badasses of the canyon as "Zygotes".