My Gigolo Alpha Novels & Stories

I ask gorilla to go head back to the pack house with the others ,i can take it from here . "Hello there beautiful,how much for a night" he says to me looking all creepy as i got down for the carriage "Call me beautiful again and ill snap your neck you waste take me to your alpha Tyler immediately " i say in a commanding tone making my silver eye twinkle giving out my alpha vibe. "Are you on appointment he ask" , "its a special visitation" i replied

That must be the whiskey messing up my head! I paused when I saw the wallet of the man sticking out of the pile of clothes on the floor. I glanced to check if he was still sleeping before picking it up to know his name. I was greeted by the thick load of cash and black cards inside, but what really caught me off guard was the name printed on his credit card. Lysander Hitwell You’ve got to be shitting me right now. The man I hooked up with last night was none other than the billionaire Alpha of the Shadow Weavers Pack—the same pack who is hosting the Hunting Festival.

Patrick continued, “Gloria, you really surprised me today. “The former daughter of the Alpha of the Silver Spring Pack kissed a guard of my pack. What would Alpha Alger think if he knew about this? Alger was Gloria’s father, the Alpha of the Silver Spring Pack. Gloria’s face was pale, and she said with a wry smile, “I am no longer a member of the Silver Spring Pack, and they have long expelled me. I am just a rogue that came out of the werewolf prison.Please let me go.” Patrick’s gaze turned to Gloria’s lips.

Gena scowled, apparently not liking the idea. “I have several allies who want a Stealer.” After he said that she smiled faintly. “They are rich and quite powerful. You probably won't collect much money from one person, so you should be the mistress of at least three Alphas.” I gasped in surprise. Was he crazy? I was even more surprised when Gena said to me, “I was the mistress of five Alphas once, honey. And I'm not complaining. They will really pamper you. You can recover from mute and you will be very rich. Alpha Saweh will make sure they are good people. They won't hurt you when they're with you.”

Damn this horny Alpha! We are still outside!

GIA O'LEARY This certainly was the part where I'd get exposed and put to death for I was no holy maiden. I was an exotic dancer who kissed a man the previous night. His coat in my room a constant reminder that kissing this man who turned out to be the Alpha was never in my head. "I'm blessed with your appearance and that of your holy maidens." The way Alpha Levi said this must've been with a smirk, it was how I pictured his amused tone.

His fingernails elongated into black, hooked talons that punctured Anol’s collar, drawing tiny beads of blood that made Nathan’s nostrils flare. The sheer, predatory pressure in the room became so intense that Anol’s lackeys fell to their knees, their bodies betraying them under the weight of an Alpha’s command. Anol himself was sobbing, his face turning a sickly shade of purple, his bladder giving way in a final act of humiliation. Nathan pulled the boy close, his breath hot and smelling of the deep wild. “You liked the sound of her ribs cracking, didn't you?” Nathan whispered, his voice now a layered growl of man and wolf. “You liked seeing her in the dirt?”

They smell fear. “I do not know what you are talking about,” I say anyway. His smile does not reach his eyes. “Yes, you do.” The plate is still in my hand. I think about throwing it at his face and running for the back exit, but the other two are already moving. One on each side. Boxing me in. No hiding. No rush. The humans in the diner are distracted. Phones. Food. To them, this is just three men talking to a waitress. “You need to come with us,” the lean one says. His voice is calm, almost gentle. “Alpha Rivers wants to see you.”