Paragon Alpha Novels & Stories

"I see a strategic high point where the 'Correction' can be broadcasted via the Resonance. I see the place where the Alpha is being stored." "Stored?" Panni stepped closer, her heart aching. "She’s your daughter, Jinyan. Say her name. Say 'Grace.'" Jinyan’s jaw tightened. A muscle in his cheek pulsed—a rhythmic, mechanical twitch. "Names are labels for biological variables. The Alpha is the nexus. The 'Medea' parameters are... flickering." "What parameters?" Panni asked, but Jinyan had already turned back to the stairs, his iron staff striking the stone with a rhythmic clack-clack-clack that sounded like a countdown.

"How can we halt the relentless advance of this unseen enemy?" Alpha Thorne, the largest and most robust Alpha among the packs, a warrior renowned for his indomitable will, was known for his ruthlessness and ferocity in combat. Tales spoke of his ability to dismantle foes effortlessly. As Alpha Thorne spoke, the expressions of many fellow Alphas darkened—some with rage, others with fear or apprehension. Several had suffered losses to illness, leaving them unsettled and skeptical of their healers' abilities. Doubt lingered among their ranks.

I wrenched my head away from the terrifying images that had come to me. "What do you want with me?" "Today is your lucky day, we've found you a mate." "A mate?" He enlarged his eyes in mocking fear, "Yes, you now belong to one of the big bad wolf-men." "How could that be possible-" He went on, "None other than the alpha of the Losten Pack himself," as if he wasn't listening to me. A mobile phone started ringing as he marched to the back of the lab and held it to his ears, saying,

Akito laughed, he wasn't even a little bothered that I was naked. It took me a minute to gather myself, I picked up the blazer and wore it, it smelled like him. "Daichi, you need to leave." Akito pushed him out of the room and they slammed it shut. Daichi has an alpha dad and a beta mum and he's a beta but he has alpha inclinations like, normal betas can't smell the pheromones of alphas and omegas but he can and he is susceptible to omega pheromones, like someone who just learned how to use them, he can't control his urges when he smells omega pheromones.

He pulls me to my feet with a growl of possession so deep it hums in my bones. I am human. He is Alpha. But tonight… there’s no line between us. Just heat. And destiny.

“Jonathan’s not flagged in the ATRY (Alpha Temperament Registry). No therapy record. Nothing. And he’s been around kids? Around Sebastian? Around you.” Tomas Moreno walked past pushing a cart overloaded with motion sensors and steel cable. “He shouldn’t have made it past the court gate,” he muttered. Felix, behind him, said nothing. He just dropped a bolt cutter into the cart with a sharp clang. The hospital filed paperwork fast and clean. Alpha Imprint Psychosis. Medical code 9.3.A-IP. A rare, scent-triggered condition of neurological override—legal shorthand for what happens when a bonded Alpha sees red.

The air tasted like ozone and impending death. "Mr. Thorne," Vesper said, her voice a polished blade. "The readings we just captured are indisputable. The girl is a parasite. She is actively draining the life force of a Prime Alpha. By the laws of the Aethelgard Accord, she is to be neutralized before the bond becomes fatal." I looked at Dante. He hadn't moved. He stood by the console, his white shirt still damp from the sweat of our training, his face a mask of obsidian indifference.

“Which means it’s closer to what was supposed to be real.” Aeris didn’t speak. But her fingers tensed against the table like she already knew what they were about to find. Nova synced the module. It blinked once. Then the feed loaded. MERGE PROTOTYPE ALPHA // ENCRYPTION BASELINE V.0.2 DESIGN PURPOSE: DISTRIBUTED EMPATHY INTERFACE FUNCTION: EMOTIONAL MIRROR NETWORK PRIMARY GOAL: PROTECT INDIVIDUAL GRIEF THROUGH SHARED RESPONSE REGULATION PROTOCOL: CONSENT ONLY OVERLAY FILTERS: DISABLED BY DEFAULT

He approaches, calm but assessing, and I catch the faintest glint of steel in his demeanor. “I am Paris,” he says, voice deep and steady. “Alpha of this pack.” The next two motorcycles roll forward, and the riders dismount. Paris gestures toward them. “This is my son, Kostas, and my beta, Alecos.” From the black car, two more figures emerge. Paris nods toward them. “And these are Nikos, my brother and our gamma, Mihalis.” They bow their heads to me, as they stand next to their alpha.

"I have provided you with my blood, thus with my entire genetic makeup, do with it as you please. But also remember that not all rogues can be redeemed. The antidote works on a very rare set of rogues, those who have yet to give in completely. In other words, the ones who still do not smell like wet dogs." I watched the interactions among the Alphas and the silent battle of wits going on around me. Half of their discussion went right over my head, but from what I could gather, I think none of them trusted Alpha Krimson. Honestly, he did kinda give off that power-hungry tyrant kind of vibe, but who was I to judge other people? I was practically just a lab-rat, who was being experimented on.