Novel Fergus Novels & Stories

BREAKFAST IN THE ALPHA’S BED My name is Lira, a lowly maid in the Ironclaw pack, barely out of my first shift. I had dreamed of this moment….serving breakfast to the Alpha himself in his private chamber. It was an honor, a thrill that made my pulse race as I balanced the silver tray laden with fresh venison strips, warm bread slathered in honey, and a steaming pot of herbal tea. The scent of the food mingled with the earthy aroma of the den's stone walls, but nothing compared to the intoxicating pull of the Alpha's territory that drew me closer with every step.

Dream-Poeta didn't return to the family with Fergus, unlike in real life. They exchanged a hasty goodbye at the airport once before reuniting when Fergus attended a banquet. It was like how things would go in many novels—Fergus often found himself thinking about Poeta whenever he saw her. Perhaps his first love was simply too unforgettable, and he wanted to get to the bottom of why they'd broken up. Perhaps he wanted to ask Poeta himself why she'd chosen to leave when they'd been deeply in love.

Angelica Fergus must have made a deal with the devil and refused to fulfill his end of the deal. The world was certainly against him. It wasn’t usually easy to spot a Bratva boss and find a way to get close to them but Yakov was different. He hated Fergus so much but although Curtis was the latter’s son, Yakov frequented Inferno. He also happened to be one of Heston’s acquaintances—I would call them friends but there was no such thing as friendship in that iceberg’s dictionary.

"They've given him more drugs." Fergus looked up at his grandson, hand reaching for the back of his neck. He pulled Liam down until they were face to face. "The Wild hound," he said. "Thank him for me." His green eyes lifted to mine, now more hazel, like Liam's. "You're not who I thought you were. And yet, you are." I nodded, gesturing to Liam who turned and grabbed Fergus's robe. "We can talk in the car," I said, "but right now you have a job to do."

Fergus boastfully exclaimed By then, Imogen was already exhaling fire like he would murder someone. "Are you done spewing nonsense?" Imogen practically growled that made Maze burst into laughter. Fergus lowered his head in utter embarrassment. He was the victim amid their sweet and sour retaliation game. Poor Fergus looked at the two of them like a fool. Because he still didn't understand what was happening between them. ★....................★ Fergus hit the engine of his royal red Chevrolet corvette, as they reach their destination. Maze peeked through the window. It was somewhat like another palace to her.

He couldn't even meet their eyes that are void of any emotions. Was it really worth it? He asked himself. He was a man of words. He stood by their centuries-old rule. And it only takes that woman, Elinor, to make him re-think. She was all it takes for him to even think about bending the rules. What Fergus felt was something creatures like him shouldn't feel: Compassion, and a benefit of the doubt. That, alone, is enough for him to know that he is doomed. "Might I add something?" Roman spoke, breaking the silence.

Machieste replied and got up to go to the tables where the food was laid out. “Are you okay little one?” Fergus asked as he came to sit in the spot Machieste had just vacated. “I’m probably not what he hoped for in a mate,” I replied. “Why not? What’s wrong with having a brave and caring mate?” Fergus asked. “Fergus, I am an Omega and more than that I am not exactly pure either,” I said in a low voice.

Atticus said. With his request met, Fergus joyfully hung up the phone. Yet, his inner turmoil persisted. He had avoided confrontation for years. He aimed to rise unexpectedly. But Marshall unexpectedly stole all his thunder. If that was the case, he had to secure something for himself. Since he couldn't gain fame, he decided to pursue money.

Penny felt offended but had come to understand the man's temperament over the past few days—wilful, unorthodox, and selfish. Casby pushed another glass of alcohol toward her. "Drink up." Penny eyed the glass of alcohol. After thinking that she would not get drunk from this, she slowly picked it up and drank it in one gulp. She did this to make the man drink more so that she could find an opportunity to escape. Casby raised an eyebrow and indeed poured several more glasses for himself. After a while, he asked softly, "Do you know that Sir Fergerson has passed away?" Penny thought she was hallucinating and looked up in disbelief.

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.