My Grumpy Alpha Novels & Stories

I chewed slowly, lips parted slightly as I licked the cream from my thumb. I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me bothered. But still. Why the hell are the people with the worst personalities blessed with the best food, best rooms, and best aesthetic? The world isn’t fair but I am. As soon as I finished eating, I stood quietly. Then I grabbed the nearest guard by the shirt and slammed him against the gold-veined pillar. His eyes widened. His mouth dropped. But I leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Tell your Alpha…” I whispered, voice like silk soaked in venom. “If he doesn’t show up in the next few hours… I’ll dump his ass.”

"Certainly not, but I'm sure you need something to clear your throat. You've been yelling too much lately, Alpha." Sharp eyes pierced Aaron, but he remained calm as before. He seemed unafraid to confront the Alpha's truly unstable emotions of late. "Please, Alpha Oscar." Aaron placed the tea on the Alpha's desk. His demeanor was polite and full of etiquette, especially with a smile that continued to grace his face. He provided the best service possible, even though the Alpha had the opposite expression—disheveled, tired, and oppressed.

I held my breath, looking back and forth between grandpa and Gray, with my heart lodged in my throat. God no…Please don’t let grandpa and Gray fight because of me! Fortunately, grandpa was offended by Gray’s tone. “Yes, you are the Alpha.” Grandpa said composedly, “But I am also your grandpa. I am simply asking you to take a step back and think what you are doing.” There was a long silence after this. Moments later, Gray spoke up again, “Very well then.” He looked at me briefly. There was a sign of disappointment in his eyes.

As he rounded the corner to approach the compound’s iron gates, he cringed at the sight of two of my enforcers but continued in a confident strut. The two wolves at the gates nudged each other and chuckled. “Well, well, well,” the taller of them drawled as Griff approached the entrance. “If it isn’t the roller disco stud.” Griff clamped his jaw shut but ignored their jibes. Sometimes, he hated wolf packs. The men were loud, uneducated, and boorish, just like the bastard who had killed his mother. He was sick of deflecting their jealous comments. “I’m here to see the alpha,” Griff said, his words clipped.

Confusion washed me as I got stuck in the middle; between Gracielia and the voice. I never knew Alpha Grey could be that happy; a man of such insensitivity, brutal and extremely eager to destroy without even a second thought. I'd never seen nor heard him in such a happy mood before, at least since I came into that pack as a prisoner and as a slave. That moment… That very insane moment… Can't wish that for even an enemy. A cold and heartless night! ~~~~~~~~~

she asked, a hint of desperation creeping into her voice. Initially, I hesitated to respond. But when I sensed she wasn't following me as expected, I released a low, exasperated huff, turning to face her again. "I have work to do, genius," I rumbled, my voice thick with impatience. "Duties I must fulfill as the Alpha King." Understanding flickered in Daniella’s eyes, but it was short-lived. "Then can you give me a ride home? I need to freshen up desperately."

She gave me an apologetic look before heading over to surrender her token. Perry followed, leaving me alone with Mr. Grumpy over here with thick, furry brows, glaring down at me. He reminded me of our chef who never failed to add a sprinkle of hair that might or might not have fallen off of his eyebrows and into every dish he served. After I took it upon myself to point out the issue with his dishes, he boldly asked Alpha Hunter to make me replace him, since I was too ‘clean’ and might do a better job than him. The Alpha agreed thinking it was a way to punish me for speaking up.

Nathaniel says, the alpha growled some more and took another seat leaving me to pick on my food. I ate a couple of bite of it, not really enjoying it, and hating the veggies, but no one said anything to me, and now I was done eating, I left the table, seeing all the eyes turn to me as I moved off the table, going to find something to do. "Sit your ass down, we don't leave the table until everyone is done," the alpha growls, why does he keep growling? He's just a grumpy old man. "Grumpy old man," I call him, sitting back in my seat, he's old, I know he's hurt, papa said he needs lots of hugs, but I don't want to hug him, he's evil and grumpy.

Cree grips my face between his long fingers, smirking proudly that he’s in control. “That is such an asshole move,” I snap back, yanking my chin free from his grasp and crossing my arms over my chest. Cree leans down, his face inches from mine. “I still get what I want, so call me whatever you want.” He winks, then walks away proudly. Fucking Alpha is like a lousy bag of sour patch kids, even sourer than you expect. Worse than a woman going through menopause. Vicious mood swings. You’d think he’s the one that’s got a damn period.

I decided to sit beside him and watch the stars because our purpose of coming outside so late at night was similar. “Are you also here to watch the stars?” He asked. “Yes,” I replied. “I know right,” Alpha James inhaled and exhaled calmly, wearing a wide grin on his face. “The world is so beautiful, don’t you agree?” What’s with this Alpha? Why does he tend to grin and laugh always like there’s nothing to be worried about, I wondered. “What’s with all this grinning and pretense of happy living? Your cheerfulness will definitely bring an end to your life!” I yelled furiously.