Paragon Alpha Novels & Stories

Choosing to not fight her so as to dissipate the intense aura around her that was affecting the Omegas present, I nodded in acquisence, thereby sealing my fate. "Crystal clear, Lucretia." The Alpha energy was quick to disappear once I gave into her threats which seemed to leave the Omegas relieved. It was an inevitable reaction to those who were not of Alpha blood to be acutely aware of such a powerful presence that Luci had inherited from her parents. It was rare for her to lose her shit like that but when it did, her bubbly personality shifted into a scary side of her that had made many who were stupid enough to underestimate her scamper with their tails between their legs.

Ever since Seth saw Allen for the first time, he would always bother Allen, and most of the time it made Allen very uncomfortable. "I can take his order if you want," Ohm said. Allen sighed. "No, it's fine. You're faster at making drinks anyway, and we have a hold-up." "Are you sure? Allen, I don't want him near you." Ohm said it using his Alpha tone. Allen whimpered and flinched slightly. When an Alpha would use their Alpha voice around an Omega, it would make the Omega want to give in and submit. "I'll be fine, Ohm," Allen said, clenching her jaw. She wasn't weak, and she didn't need an Alpha protecting her all the time.

Hunter muses. I watch the other man with undisguised interest. All Typhon does is say, “I beg your pardon?" "If I might be so bold as to make a deduction based upon your behavior of the past few days, Typhon …” “Just get to the point, Hunter,” Typhon huffs. “You clearly did not want it to be made public that alpha … ah … little Alpha .... er … shall we call him the little invisible Alpha?” “I prefer Jonas,” I supply helpfully.

Crane stepped out into the dim corridor, answering the call before the third ring. “Mother Seraphine?” he greeted, cautious yet firm. Her voice slithered through the line, low and dangerous. “John Crane, Alpha of the strongest pack in the realms—what have you done?” Crane froze, frowning. “Mother Seraphine… what ha—” “You dare to defile nature and mate a human?” she thundered. “What in the Goddess’s name were you thinking? Risking your honour, your decades of work—everything you built—for a fragile human?!”

“No pressure, then.” Corvin arched a brow. “You’re already under it. You just keep pretending you’re not.” Silence stretched between us, heavy with things I didn’t want named. “What happens,” I asked finally, “if the Alpha rejects the bond?” Corvin didn’t answer right away. He stared into his mug, jaw tightening. “Then the fire looks elsewhere,” he said. “And gods help anyone standing in its path.” My wolf snarled uneasily. I stood, heart pounding. “You’re saying she’s dangerous.”

For a few minutes, the room was in pure silence. “Are you certain of this? A delay is hardly cost-effective too.” The technician straightened. Carrie watched him carefully. Something about him was different. She was sure he was an Alpha, he stank of one, yet he hadn’t raised his voice or sneered or shown any signs of imposition despite Carrie’s prodding. “The documentation for Regal’s prototype is available to read, Ma’am, I can forward you the source so we can be certain, Ma’am. Of course, my knowledge is only within my expertise, but I think this is something worth considering,” he said confidently but devoid of arrogance.

I can only assume it belonged to Parsons' fallen comrades. Parsons lets out a bloodcurdling scream as the Alphas tear him apart, literally. Overgrown canine claws and fangs bite and tear at his black environmental protective suit, sinking into the soft flesh below. A fist slams into Parsons' helmet visor. A second blow shatters it. The image blurs as the poor man's eyes fill with tears of agony. There's a sickening blur of red, and the screams turn to muffled gurgles. Finally, mercifully, the image disappears in a spasm of static and the hologram goes dark.

Alpha Randall was proud of his warriors. At the same time, he was thankful for Alpha Parthe's warriors. But at this point, he saw a very difficult situation facing them. The war seemed impossible to win. His warriors were totally outnumbered, and Alpha Parthe's warriors, despite their skills, were acting based on their Alpha's order: 'Leave the battle the moment one hundred of his men are down.' Alpha Parthe likes his warriors the same way he likes his women. He doesn't tolerate losses. And if it isn't his own battle, he doesn't see why his men should risk their lives saving another pack, no matter what the deal was.

“You should give me some respect, future Luna.” Margaret’s face darkened, confusion flashing in her eyes. “What do you mean?” I closed my eyes. Just once and when I opened them again, heat surged through me, spilling outward. My vision sharpened, the world glowing brighter. My eyes glowed red. The room stilled and gasps echoed. Someone dropped a comb, another one of the hairdressers stumbled back, her hand flying to her mouth. “She… she’s an Alpha,” she whispered, trembling.

' My tears trickled onto the damp sand from the corners of my eyes. Leon didn't budge. He continued to grip my neck of lying beneath him, pressing down tightly. In those final seconds, as my vision began to blur, the world shrank into dark dots. I saw Leon's expression and cursed him one last breath. "I s-swear, I will be h-haunting you ... fo-forever ... and d-dragging you to h-hell, F-Fu*king Alphaaa …." Leon Vareth, the Alpha of the Targarion Pack, stared at me coldly, cruelly, and with a murderous intent, without hesitation, and without mercy.