Nike Alpha Menace Elite 1 소설 & 이야기

Anora’s POV Alpha Dane’s deep voice rumbled like thunder in a distant thunderstorm, sucking the very air from my lungs. His imposing image, dwarfing Alpha Liam who was well over six feet, burned into my mind from that brief, terrifying encounter. His hazel eyes blazed like a furnace banked but never extinguished, and his curly, very dark hair covered his temples, concealing even his ears. Like a sculpture fashioned by mythical gods, his body build is carved with hard muscles, his rigid cheekbones sat high with pride, a mask of formidable power.

Black dress shoes, slacks, and a black dress shirt with the top four buttons left undone, revealing just a hint of the muscular chest the fabric stretched across. This was obviously the Alpha. Not only does André resemble him, but he is radiating power. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his gaze settled sharply on me. It was not the eyes of a man I looked at it; it was a beast. His wolf’s vivid yellow eyes had honed in on me like a predator who’s found its prey.

"The missive requesting your presence at the upcoming mating ball was delivered to you some time ago, esteemed Alpha. Do you have any plans to attend?" The Beta told Alpha Nero Aimillios Astadel. The Alpha towered at six feet and two inches, his commanding presence accentuated by the piercing cool orbs that were his eyes, as black as the night sky. The gaze of a prominent Greek deity. His lips were a deep shade of red, full and inviting, as if begging to be kissed. His nose, long and pointed, had a captivating quality that drew you in, leaving you unable to look away.

Being with this Alpha must be ten times better than being stuck with Gamma Price. I have to make this work. No matter what.

I was with Nikki, and I hadn't planned on having fun, didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the view… but then that same sexy doll had turned out to be my fucking mate. And the sex… Well if the mark wasn’t proof of how fucking good she felt and tasted, then I don’t know what was. At that moment, I wanted to make her mine forever. Meant to be mine fucking forever… but she turned out to be none other than a Westwood. Fuck that. Her father was one of the Elite Eleven, a title that was unofficially given to the strongest Alphas in the country. And then they act like they aren’t fucking elite. Pricks.

“Ironclaw is stronger. Their numbers, their warriors, their resources. Another war would destroy us, Mary Ann. The Council made it clear: this union or bloodshed. I fought for another way. I swear I did.” I couldn’t speak for a long moment. My chest felt too tight, like someone had wrapped iron bands around my ribs. Modric Volkov. The name alone sent ice through my veins and heat to my cheeks at the same time. I knew him. Goddess, did I know him. I was eighteen when I attended the Elite Alpha Academy, a prestigious school where future leaders from packs across the region trained together. I had been one of the few plus-size wolves there, and I had felt every extra pound like a spotlight. But

Alpha Roy felt some pressure and gulped while smiling nervously. At the release of Erik's aura, his speed was even faster than before. Erik was running towards Alpha Roy to close the gap between them. While trying to get closer to Alpha Roy at a tremendous speed, Alpha Roy continuously turned the ground close to Erik into a mud-like form while attacking him with rocks. Erik is having difficulty getting close to Alpha Roy, but he knows that because of his sudden speed, Alpha Roy feels nervous. Erik cannot get close to Alpha Roy while. The Alpha couldn't follow Erik's speed with his eyes. Alpha Roy felt impatient as time passed that he couldn't even land an attack on Erik.

Me? Could I actually be an Alpha?

Luna Rita took her hand again, and smiled. "Alpha's are made of half pride. They are wolf and pride. Not wolf and human. Their human side is crushed by their pride as soon as they attain power. Power is what they long for. It's what they need. Supremacy. No matter how much they have, it is never enough for them. Never challenge an Alpha unless his defeat is sure. Their pride will kill anyone." "Luna Rita, I am sorry to offend you, but may I ask where you got that scar from?"

I asked and I see her cheeks blush a little. “I meant the EAS will help. Alpha Damon won’t stop until we are all dead or part of his pack. It might take some time but if we can defeat him, you can bring your pack home”. Her words are so full of hope and conviction that I almost think she should speak to the pack since she will be able to convince them for sure. “Alpha, we are almost ready to start. Must I call the pack of wait for you to get here?” my Beta mindlinks me.