Overlord Yuri Alpha Mga Nobela at Kwento

The temperature dropped violently sending a shudder through his spine. But these men were not done. As a matter of fact, they were just getting started, sealing their fates a little faster, digging their graves a little deeper as they walked through the shadows of death, unaware, loud and uncontrolled. “Definitely lucky to be Alpha,” another voice rose, snorting loudly. “You get first claim on the finest stock. Highborn blood, untouched pride and innocence. Quality females to fuck whenever you tire of the last.” Dark chuckles rose in approval as one of the men spat to the side before he spoke.

Alice explained. “That's good.” I said to her, and someone knocked on the door. I was sure it was Yuri. Alice ran to the door and opened it. She frowned at first before collecting what Yuri held. She slammed the door in her face, not letting her in the room, I understood. She had been strictly ordered by the Alphas to not let any stranger in. I took my herbs from her and got to work. Applying it on areas needed and using my healing abilities on her. After a while, I was done. I washed my hands and stepped out of the room. I was surprised to see Yuri standing there and waiting for me.

After hearing my words, Alpha Ryan gave the same obscene grin that any man would understand, "Oh, no problem! Of course, it is no problem! To be your sex partner is the best luck of that slave's life!" He immediately opened his mouth and ordered his subordinates, "Bring Orchid here." The Grey Pack warriors were fast. It did not take long for the slave to be brought to me. I looked at Orchid and she was silent. Standing aside Alpha Ryan looked at her with disgust in his eyes.

It was the Overlord of the parent conglomerate, his voice thick with a low, dangerous growl. Jason felt the blood drain from his face. Why would an Alpha of Lucas’s rank call the Overlord over a minor dispute? Was there a deeper scent he had missed? "Stay calm, my Lord. I shall rectify the friction and handle the envoy." But the Overlord was already past the point of reason. "What is there to handle? Do you think your seat is still secure after this? Answer me—did you truly allow a scent-less mate to stick her muzzle into a Pierce Holdings contract?"

With a twist, he quickly ran after the fleeing Gordon. After that, he struck out with imperious force at Gordon's back! "No…" Gordon looked shocked. He was only in the intermediate Overlord State, while Yuri was already in the intermediate Emperor State. Yuri was far stronger than he was! He was no match for Yuri at all! With danger looming, he turned and tried to avoid Yuri's attack! However, he was just too much weaker and slower than Yuri. Even though he quickly tried to avoid the attack, he failed to completely escape that strike!

And to get the essence of an Alpha… The only way was to be marked by an Alpha… And to be marked by a werewolf, an Alpha… That only means one thing… “I’m a Luna.”

Maya chimed in, purring as she stared at his bright green eyes. “Also handsome,” my demon, Sibyl, added in a playful tone. Great, she was out. I pinched the bridge of my nose, sighing loudly as Sybil cursed me for trapping her for a long time. “Are you okay?” Chris asked, and I nodded, shoving both Maya and Sibyl behind a mind wall. My gaze traveled to the redhead guy, and he cleared his throat, introducing himself, “I’m Stefan, alpha of the moonstone pack.”

My head spun, from the curse, and the feeling of an enormous alpha cock filling me, and just from everything. Too much of everything, all at once. My back bowed as I clawed at the sheets, and Ian stopped, all the way in, his supernaturally warm and heavy body pushing me down. I felt like I was about to fly apart, or maybe split in half. Fuck, but the rumors about alphas were really not exaggerated. And then Ian started to move, and I lost the plot completely. It was an overwhelming blur of curse-induced dizziness and Ian thrusting so hard I shifted up the bed, his hands anchoring my hips hard enough to bruise, and finally, impossibly, Ian's cock getting larger.

His gaze raked over me, and I went still. “Renzo—” I didn’t finish. In one fluid motion, he ripped the towel from my body and crushed me against him, mouth claiming mine. His hands were everywhere, rough and urgent, and my legs nearly buckled beneath the force of his need. “Renzo, what’s going on? You’re scaring me!” I gasped, trying to pull free. “Call me Alpha, Little One,” he demanded hoarsely between kisses, voice edged with fever. I stiffened. “Alpha? I don’t understand… weren’t you just here—”

she questioned, her voice tinged with disbelief. Alpha Norton stood tall, unwavering in his decision. "I am," he replied firmly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "You won't tell me what to do, Yerida. I'm the Alpha here." My confusion deepened as Yerida let out a chuckle and rolled her eyes, seemingly amused by the situation. Yerida's demeanor, folding her hands in a way that made her appear superior, only added to my bewilderment. I watched intently as Yerida took a step forward, her tone dripping with veiled threats.