James Avery Alpha Omega Ring Novels & Stories

I responded when required, my voice steady despite the unreality of the moment. I was peripherally aware of Maya watching from the front row, her expression a mixture of concern and fierce protectiveness. Beside her sat a striking woman in her forties who bore enough resemblance to Alexander to suggest a familial connection,a sister, perhaps? "The rings, please," the officiant requested, breaking through my distracted thoughts. James,Alexander's associate from that first terrible meeting in my father's study,stepped forward with two bands on a small velvet cushion. Alexander took one, a simple platinum circle that gleamed in the morning light.

My heart started racing as I reached for the box, trembling with excitement. As I opened the box, I felt a wave of nostalgia wash over me. Inside, nestled in a bed of velvet, was my father's ring. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry, with intricate carvings and a large gemstone that glimmered in the moonlight. I couldn't believe my luck. This was exactly what I needed to prove to Sebastian that I was the rightful Alpha.

he added with a bow. I took the letter in surprise. Kevin could have sent a mindlink instead, I thought as I opened up the letter. It was written in fine ink. "Alpha of the Night Howlers," the heading said. I remained standing as I scanned the content of the letter. I ran towards the arched windows to take a peep at expanse. I saw nothing. The letter had read, "You look stunning in your outfit, Alpha. We could grab a drink sometime." I ordered the guards who'd sent the letter back,

"Brunette. Petite. Gorgeously brown eyes and my, my... such plump lips. Now, lucky for you two, both targets so happen to be in your lilttle family..." My heart skipped a beat before picking up the pace again, fueled by adrenaline. No, no, no, no... "Ava Rose and Jace Weston." The names fell like rocks onto my shoulders and my head spun from the shock. Shit this is bad... "Zed, buddy!" Curtis' voice pulled me out of my stupport. "You doing okay? Look like you just saw a ghost." I blinked, taken aback. "Curtis you can't be serious... Jace is our future Alpha, and Ava she's—

The jewelry flew over my neck, still no one cared to reply to me. "What on earth is going on here?" I howled, as everyone seemed to ignore, "You are going to be crowded Luna today." "But it's not today, the Alpha said..." "The Alpha later changed his mind." Oliver's voice trickled into the room, and suddenly, I felt my inside melt. He held my hands immediately, the women had all bowed to him and stood at the door. "I realized I couldn't wait to make you mine." He whispered, his lips kissing my cleavages.

“How old are you, for such a trivial matter to be brought up. How childish, tcih!” Serry looked down deeply at her Alpha's scream. Those cold and emphatic words managed to make her heart ache a lot. The fragile Omega closed her eyes as she squeezed her ten fingers. She let the tears that had been building up in her eyes fall down her cheeks. She was in pain at the blatant reproach and anger of her Alpha. “Yes. I was childish because I was afraid that you would take off our engagement ring. The ring should be guarded carefully because the ring is a symbol that has the meaning of our binding,” explained Serry.

“You’re not fitting into mine.” Alexander didn’t respond. His gaze had shifted, zeroing in on something else entirely. A ring. It sat snug on the middle finger of Ava’s left hand. A slender silver band, modest but elegant. He’d never seen it before. His jaw tensed. Without a word, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him, pinning her against the door with a sudden, possessive kiss. His fingers brushed the ring—and he yanked it off, letting it clatter coldly onto the floor.

Alpha Benson; "Wait a minute, what do you mean by my daughter is an alpha? Mallory is an Omega from birth. Did she lie to you all, so that you can take her as your pack member?" Alpha Bruce asked us with a look of surprise on his face. I glared at him, not replying, and my father looked at him and said, "I do not know, and I have not seen your daughter. But her medical results showed that she is an alpha from birth and she had alpha bloodline..but there are traces of suppressant in her blood that is preventing her from shifting or using her alpha strength and her scent of Jasmine."

Alberto's ring. My chest tightened as I looked at it, the silver ring engraved with the crest of our family, gleaming dully in the morning sun. "We do not offer this as a burden," he said, "but as a right. You are our Alpha's sister. You bear his blood. Until he returns, we stand with you." The crowd murmured behind him. Not in anger. Not in doubt. Hopeful. Hopeful in me. My hand trembled as I reached out and took the ring.

"It's time to show him what I took with me." Julian didn't answer with words. He reached into his leather coat and pulled out a heavy, antique silver ring encrusted with a deep blue sapphire—the Signet Ring of the Frost-Ridge Sovereignty. He took my left hand in his large, warm palm. His calloused fingers slid the heavy silver band onto my thumb. The ring was warm, carrying the lingering heat of his body and his potent Alpha aura.