Nike Menace Alpha Elite Novels & Stories

Sebestian growled, his eyes glowing gold. The other alpha's eyes grew wide, and he immediately got up and off the bar stool and backed away. "I'm sorry, Alpha." "What's your name?" Sebestian growled. "It's Earth alpha." "Well, Earth, I don't want you to ever see inside my club again. Now get out of my sight." Earth nodded and ran out of the club. Sebestian turned his attention towards Allen and could see how tense his omega was. Sebestian closed his eyes and then opened them as he wrapped his arms around Allen once more.

My curves were deep, my arms thick, my face round. It made me feel pathetic. I pulled on a simple, charcoal-grey dress that fit snugly over my chest and flowed over my hips. The pack square was buzzing when I arrived. The Alpha, Marcus, stood on the dais. "He's here," someone whispered. A black SUV pulled into the lot, and everyone held their breath.

Breaking into a toothy grin, she says, “I’m sure Alpha Ryder will like you very much, you smell nice underneath all the grime and sweat.” There, she said THAT word again. I cock my head and drum my fingers on the tabletop. “Marlene, what do you mean by ‘Alpha’?”

Alpha Caine responded with a serious face. “You will do no such thing. I said 'no' and I won't move an inch here. You are a disgrace to your pack. The Coinage pack is so unlucky to have a dick like you as their Alpha. Yes, that's what you are, you are a fool.” Ellen said, and the whole pack members gasped in shock. How dare she call an Alpha name? Alpha Felix doesn't know what has gotten Ellen to curse so easily, but he hopes she won't regret it.

On the other side stood Alpha Alek Blue. Alpha Alek possesses a warm tan complexion, with thick, short curls of dark black hair, accented by striking neon red highlights that leave others puzzled. His thick eyebrows frame his face, complemented by a charming stubble that adds to his allure. With a perfectly shaped nose and a pointed chin, his misty green eyes hold a captivating depth, while his wide, heart-stopping smile reveals delightful dimples on his cheeks.

The man blinked at him in shock as he glanced at Nacen who was still staring at him quietly. "You are an alpha? Of which pack. Prove it" the man demanded. Nacen stepped forward as he memorized for kevin to stand down. "My name is Nacen Klaus Carva, alpha of the Redwood Pack. Stand down". He used his alpha authority, even kevin was affected by it as he bowed his head low and whimpered. The force was a little stronger for the man as he completely fell on the floor and kept down. Kristen and Alyssia looked confused, they were not affected by the alpha aura so they wondered why kevin and the man were behaving like that. The man seemed to have realized his mistake.

The man was strong in voice but lacked in size telling me he wasn’t ranked so should the need arise I knew I could take him out. “I’m Alpha Mykel Atwood to The Mountain Forest Pack and this is your Alpha, Lilith Atwood.” “Bullshit how could your pretty little Luna be our Alpha. Looks like she would be strong in the bedroom sure, but leading a pack? That job belongs to a man. His name is Alpha Tye.” “You know who we are now tell us who you are.” The men all laughed as the man holding the gun pushed it closer the barrel now touching my nose.

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?"

“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

And at their head, there he was. Oh goddess! My pulse stuttered. The masked Alpha stood a full head taller than even the Alpha King, his broad shoulders cutting an imposing figure in a tailored navy coat that brought out the storm-grey glint of his eyes behind the mask. Moonlight seemed to cling to him, casting an ethereal glow over the silver threads woven through his attire. Elara's nails dug into my arm. "Goddess above." Astrid forgot to breathe. Elara, ever the pragmatist, muttered, "That's at least two hundred pounds of pure muscle under—"