Novel About Alaska Novels & Stories

One year later Lana’s POV I never heard from Blake after that day. It was impossible for him to link me after I broke the bond between us. But it didn’t stop his wolves trying to locate me. For the first six months, it even made the news. That there was a new Alpha of Alpha’s. They gave my name and description, promising a reward if I was returned to them. But as time went on, my appearance on the news became less and less. The humans were losing interest. I was never spotted. I had had my hair permanently relaxed so I didn’t have to deal with the curls. I wore shades when it was sunny or brown contacts when the weather was rubbish. If I went out, I never went out alone. I was always with Di

"Queens, New York. My family owns a pizzeria. I do the wedding photos gig on the side." This guy was a walking contradiction. "What brings you to Alaska?" "I vacation here every year. Fishing and whatnot." She nodded. "Our gallery only showcases Alaskan terrain, whether urban or scenic. If we were to do an exhibit, one of your pieces would end up in our book collection we publish yearly. It gets circulated around nationally." He nodded. This was like pulling teeth. "Let's see what you brought and go from there."

"I know it won't, honestly you'll stop it before it even gets out of hand but...I have a bad feeling about all this. If we make one mistake, one misinterpretation... we're done for." **** Night had long fallen by the time I returned to Carlos' residence, a pack house out here. The Alaskan wolf community lived deep in the mountains, off grid and cut off from their human counterparts. Years of life here made them adapted to the harsh winters. A human or two did come this way, mostly for hikes and their adventures that reeked of low self preservation and a hunger for winter terrains. It'd been that way for years, until recently. Now this place was garnering attention. Hikers vanishing, shown up

On the leather tag, stamped in clear silver letters, was a single word: **ALASKA.** I looked at the tag, then looked up into Dominic's dark eyes. "Alaska?" I whispered, a tiny, genuine laugh breaking from my throat. Dominic looked down at me, a slow, breathtaking smile spreading across his blood-stained face. The dark tension that had held his shoulders tight for six terrifying months was completely gone. His eyes were clear, bright, and full of a quiet, endless heat. "It's cold," Dominic rasped, his thumb moving gently over my lower lip. "It has high mountains, deep trees, and no board offices for two thousand miles."

"Do you know any other stories about wolves that I might like?" "Oh, there are so many great ones!" she says, her eyes lighting up. "Have you ever read 'The Call of the Wild' or 'White Fang' by Jack London? They're both classics about the wilds of Alaska and the life of a wolf. Or 'Never Cry Wolf' by Farley Mowat - it's a nonfiction book about a biologist who studies wolves in the Canadian Arctic.” “Calm down!” I laughed. “You know a lot. What are you? A beta wolf?” I joked and Lauren laughed.

Jackson yells as I slam the door behind me. "Not anymore," I say under my breath. Going to the nearest diner, I order a coffee while pulling out the journals so I can go over each and every one of them to study and hopefully find a place to start looking for the packs. I spent the next few hours researching and was only able to find a starting location in Alaska. I go next door to the motel and get a room for tonight while I plan my next move. The run-down motel barely has any access to Wi-Fi, making it take nearly two hours just to book a one-way ticket to Alaska for tomorrow.

A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips but it eventually vanished. “He went out first. The team needed him immediately.” I nodded and shyly stood up from bed. Of course, he’s the Alpha. Why would he even wait for me, right? I just fixed myself before docking from the ship. My mouth dropped open when I saw the situation outside. Trees were lifeless. I don’t even think there’s life here. Buildings and houses were destroyed and burned. This has become their life? In all of my years in experience, I have never saw something like this. Even being a Warrior Witch, I have never seen something like this.

“Everyone is out to fuck you. If you go on heat, consent goes out the window. You’d never truly know if you were loved, or just fetishized.” Jasper met his eyes. “Whereas if you’re an alpha, gay, and from different packs…” His voice was barely audible above the crowd around them. “Then you know that you’re loved because everything is against you.” “Yeah,” Reid felt his cheeks heat and his heart skipped a beat. “Yeah, you do.”

“I booked an entire ski resort; a local pack owns the place but rents it out. This is a neutral territory so there won’t be any issues for the vampires.” I wasn’t going to ask him that, but it was good to know. Thinking of how we were far away from any major civilizations, I could relax a bit. I didn’t know much about Alaska, but I knew that one couldn’t enter easily without being detected. The little I knew about the packs around Alaska, I knew that it would be difficult for an enemy to come in undetected. Not only that, but I also knew that there was very little sunshine here, so even the vampires would be able to enjoy themselves while here. Feeling excited to genuinely enjoy myself, I to

Aleka's pov I freshened myself up near the stream,placed my silver knifes on the sides of my boots,pulling up my black hoodie over my face and placing my bow and arrows on my back Ready for my journey. I had only covered a few meters when I hear a child crying and some people laughing near her. I continued my journey ignoring her cries but after a few steps something was pricking my conscience. I knew what it was. My heart wanted to help her but my brain stated otherwise. I turned around thinking that i'll help her quickly and return back to my journey. When I went near the voices I saw a beautifull little girl with large green eyes crying and 3 rogues surrounded her