Lirik Alfa Mabruk Novels & Stories

How can one man become so drunk on power? He steps in front of me and grabs my arm roughly, pulling me up to stand. I let my body go slack. I pretend I've given up, that I've accepted my fate. That sick, twisted smile spreads across his face like he's already won. I stare past him, my eyes fixed on nothing. Let him think I'm broken. Let him believe I'm finished. Because the moment he lowers his guard... I'll show him just how wrong he is. Suddenly, Alpha Craig pulls out a dagger.

The second, written in shakier handwriting: "Brother, am I going to die here? I want to eat something real. I've been locked in a burning room for two days as punishment. I'm so thirsty, so hungry. The flames are everywhere when they open the door. I think I'm hallucinating." Another, on the back of a medication slip: "Brother, when will you bring me home? I really didn't hurt her. I swear on Mom and Dad's memory. Please believe me." The notes grew more desperate: "Brother, where are you? Why don't you love me anymore? Why have you abandoned me? What did I do that was so unforgivable?" "Brother, it hurts so bad. I have a fever of 104. The handler forced me to drink silver-laced medicine, say

Alex including the Alpha looked confused on hearing his reply. “Who’s master?” He hesitated. But after an episode of hitting the ceiling and the floor intermittently, he screamed, “Pablo!...Pablo Martinez!”, as he kept trembling, burying his head into the partings of his folded knees. “I see.”, the Alpha interjected. “He wants it the hard way…What was your mission?” “To bring back Anna” “Hmmm…How about you take us to your master?”, the alpha remarked. “Please, don’t let me. He would kill me!”, he shouted, as watery mucus escaped his nostrils.

"Alpha! there is an attack and we need you right here, now!" ****

i stared at their retreating back with a calm expression, then I turned to look at the Alpha, who was facing Amber at that moment. Amber flashed the Alpha a sweet smile before speaking up, "Good afternoon Alpha, I just arrived so I have not done anything wrong right? Do you want me to order the kitchen to cook lunch for you? Or do you want just snacks or some fruits?" She asked eagerly, to please the Alpha. i watched the two of them. The Alpha looked a deity with his straight back and god-like looks, it was as if his face was carved by the gods and his body shape was perfect.

my mouth screams her words in a loud shriek. “We’re not your mate, and never will be!” she says hysterically through my voice. “Take back control, Rhea, now” he alpha commanded coldly. I gasp and blink back my tears as I beg him heartily even though that is the complete opposite of what I wanted to say to him, but I had to repair the damage “I’m so sorry alpha. She didn’t mean…”

I shouldn’t have helped him last night. He was drunk. Stumbling. Angry. But I couldn’t just leave him lying on the marble floor like that. And now… Now I’ve made a horrible mistake. My heart stutters as I glance down at the man beside me. Alpha Kane. The most ruthless Alpha in the Northern region. My supposed mate. And last night, the man who kissed me like I was oxygen and he was suffocating. He looks peaceful now, one arm draped across the pillow where I had been lying moments ago. His dark lashes cast faint shadows on his cheeks, and his tousled hair makes him look… almost gentle.

"What seems to be the problem here, Vincent? Omega Ammy is a client of mine. I set her account up myself." "Hello, Alpha Liam. There seems to be a mistake on young James's account. There is no alpha listed and she's trying to withdraw funds." Liam stepped closer to the counter, drawing abreast to Ammy and Ammy dipped her head down further, turning her head to hide her eye. A deep growl rumbled through Liam and he postured in front of the teller. Ammy watched from the corner of his eye in satisfaction as the man wilted under the alpha's intense regard. Liam bared his teeth in a smile.

He stopped, his gaze fixed on a particular line, his eyes unmoving. When he finally looked up, the man who looked back at us was a stranger. The mask of the Alpha had shattered completely. His eyes were no longer sharp or commanding; they were wet, shimmering with unshed tears that caught the light of the candles. He looked old. He looked broken.

He sighed. Then he turned to me, “Your task is simple. Fix that bridge.” My brow arched in question. I stared at the bridge. It looked perfectly fine in my eyes, “It looks okay. What am I fixing exactly?” The Alpha’s brow arched, “Silly girl:” He grabbed a rock, my curiosity reached a new height as he handed it over to me, “Throw it.” “What?” I blinked with confusion. “You heard me.” He repeated, “Throw it.”