Novel Looking For Alaska Novels & Stories

If there was an omega in a five-mile radius they would send the poor soul into heat, he thought with amusement. Jasper’s wolf was in his eye, and he growled low in his throat as he nudged Reid’s knees apart, all sexy, ruffled alpha, and Reid grinned, showing his sharp incisors and premolars, before tangling their legs and twisting, seeking to drag Jasper under him.

"My mistake, what is it that I can help you with Cohen?" Alaska doesn’t even miss a beat, sounding as apologetic as pleasant for the mix up, sounding as anyone would expect her to sound. "Is Jaxson available?" Alaska stares at the small window as the first large raindrop hits the heavily weathered glass pane of the small and secluded cabin which is far away from civilization, surrounded by trees and a good distance from all pack borders, the type of place that one would expect two outcast wolves, who are for all purposes rogues, to live.

I look around and see faces I don’t recognize—it’s unnerving. But they’re having a great time panting around with the other kids, and I don’t want to spoil their fun on account of my paranoia. Besides, it’s been years. I’m pretty sure that he’s given up by now. Why would he find me here, all the way in Alaska? The whole point was to move around and the first winter I spent here reinforced this idea. It was bitterly cold and nothing could be done. It was like I was living in a ghost town.

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.

“My favorite color—because it’s the color of your eyes.” Elena laughed, the sound light and melodic. “Smooth, Alpha. Very smooth.” They lay side by side on the grassy hill, the world around them fading into the background. The gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets were the only sounds accompanying their shared silence. “Have you ever seen the Northern Lights?” Elena asked, her voice tinged with wonder. Asher shook his head. “No, but I’ve heard they’re breathtaking.” “In Alaska, they say the sky dances with colors—greens, pinks, purples. It’s like nature’s own light show.”

The dawn broke cold and sharp, with a frost that glittered on the edges of pine needles like tiny diamonds. I stood on the ridge overlooking Ashfang’s camp, the air still and heavy as if the forest itself was holding its breath. Below, the pack stirred slowly—wolves stretching, noses twitching, voices muted by the weight of what had come before.

Alejandro’s POV Tongass Forest, Alaska, huh? If I successfully retrieve the herb, then I will be off to Nevada to see my radiant moonlight. I feel like it has been ight years since I held my mate close. The stillness here is unlike anything I have encountered. This place is not silent, no, Alaska breathes, but it does so beneath the skin. The trees whisper in languages older than any wolf, older than even Inferno. Their branches reach skyward like claws mid-prayer. And the snow, light as ash, sifts through the pine needles in thin, ghostly veils.

she hisses, her voice aggressively loud. “Yes,” I tell her calmly, brows lifting. “I need to feel something from a first glance. I’ve seen enough naked bodies in the past few days to last me a lifetime. Breasts, hips, curves, every kind of areola, Val, and none of them make me feel anything. Nothing.” It’s the truth. No matter how hard I look or try, nothing stirs unless my wolf approves. And it doesn’t. It just keeps dragging me back to Alex—how I should’ve looked at her one more time before Reid had the guts to take her home.

"The Great Demise: The Fall of the Moon Goddess" I turn to the first page, thankful for the late afternoon light that stretches in through the broken roof above me. Skimming over the words, I decide I should take the book back with me to read it more in-depth. The inscription in the beginning tells me that it is the history of the Alaskan pack, which is exactly why I came here. Shoving the book into my backpack, I pull the straps tight onto my shoulders before carefully stepping out of the rubble at my feet until I am outside. Going downhill takes much less time than going uphill, and I make it to the broken truck in no time.

But Adrian's hand is steady in mine, and Faye's presence is a constant support in my mind. When we reach the main level, the morning sun is streaming through the windows. It's beautiful—golden light on snow, the kind of pristine winter morning that makes you remember why Alaska is called the last frontier. I'm alive. James is alive. And somewhere inside me, hundreds of consciousnesses that spent centuries trapped and screaming are finally, finally at peace. It's enough. For now, it's enough.