Peter Hale Alpha Novels & Stories

But Anna is his replica, with the same piercing shade of eyes. “Dad…” I swallow, feeling a pinch in my chest. “I…” “You what? You ruined things, right?” “I was at the pack house yesterday,” I mutter, hating the way he glares at me, like I am worth nothing. Like I can do nothing. “And I found the Alpha of the Blood Ridge Pack.” “Please tell me you put a knife to his gut.” I bite my lips, taking a slow step back. My eyes fall to the ground, just as I shake my head slowly.

Westley smiled. “I will, my lord, but there’s something I thought you should know in private,” he said and the smile on my lips evaporated. My brows creasing, I covered the distance between us. “What’s that?” I asked. “Last week you wrote to me to keep you updated about the alpha that killed your father.” “Yes?” “Well, information getting to me now says he’s headed for Cathena as we speak, something about his daughter failing to shift yesterday at her eighteenth birthday ball.”

“How could I? You seem to be happy that he is here, along with everyone else.” “Freya, I am the Alpha here, when you pledged yourself to me, it means you share all and any information you may have. Good or bad.” I watch her gulp and she sits back in the chair, staring at me. “Okay. So I was Hallen’s helper. When he was daysleeping, I would have to go and recruit any shifters for his army. It was easy enough to do. Shifters can be quite stupid.” “What does that have to do with Blake?”

"If your mind is as broken as your voice, seek a healer. If you keep scratching at these gates, I’ll have the Enforcers toss you into the pits for trespassing." Avery took a steadying breath. She showed him the message thread on her phone—the one-sided conversation with the Alpha. The sentry scoffed. "You expect me to believe this is the Alpha's private frequency? Anyone can forge a digital scent. Move along, omega." Avery’s spirit bruised. She was about to turn away when the heavy inner doors groaned open. A tall, scarred wolf in a commander’s uniform stepped out. "Commander Hale!" The sentry snapped to attention, his tail tucking slightly in respect. Preston Hale, Hudson’s Right-Hand, held

It was fun. They talked about everything. * Alpha Peter returned back home. He met his wife Helena in their room, and she was taking a nap so he didn't want to be a bother. He just lay right beside her for a while and was admiring her beauty and asked himself how he bagged such a beautiful woman to be his mate. This was his calm side that only Helena could bring out because he really loved and cared for her. He didn't seem angry anymore. He just made a mental note to check up on Kelly before the day runs out and know how she was holding up, also unconsciously cursing at Casmien. He left the room soon after to attend to more duties that he had to do.

Francis asked, confused. “The alpha sacrificed his wife for a silver moon pack, going straight to the point Alpha Caleb killed his wife many years ago when he waged war against them. Alpha Caleb was a great warrior when he was a child,his father made sure he was fierce in the war ground,he was barely fifteen then!”. Alpha David said and I felt an arrow pierced through my chest.I placed my left hand gently on my chest while holding the flower design on my right head. “No, I have to leave her now!”. I muttered to myself and sneaked back to my room.Anger was coursing through my veins as I couldn't believe what I just heard.

She smiles fondly at her baby. The weight of her words makes me sad. I had that with Derek and now I can never go back. He doesn't even know who I am. And I'm not so naive as to think that Liam will naturally come around and want some semblance of a normal relationship with me. I'd be more surprised to find out that unicorns are real. Well... actually. I should probably ask about that. "Hey," Kara says while resting her hand on my knee. "If anyone can get through to Alpha, it's you. He needs you just as much as the pack does."

He was the almighty vampire, the mercyless and fearless God of war who has killed countless alphas during wars. Damon Salvatore. Only his name can make an alpha pee on his pants. "Calm down Damon, even my son Dorian is Missing with some other girl called Summer, we will find them, just relax." Mr Derek said softly, trying to cool down his angry friend. "You better be fast Derek or else, heads will roll." Mr Damon muttered, anger visibly seen on his face. If anything happens to his son, they will have their selves to blame. "I got a lead sir."

I ask. "Your old pack appears to be looking for you,” She says. "Well, I'm not surprised,” I comment, taking the notice and looking down at it. “Elseway they can’t claim me dead and appoint a new Alpha … This is funny,” Fire Moon looks confused. “What?” "This…,” I point to the drawing of me, which is situated underneath a headline reading: MISSING Alpha, “Our Beta drew this.” “Your beta?” She asks. Cana growls angrily.

I could feel it. I was next in line for the position of the Alpha. It was two months till the Carmella, and I'd not yet found my mate. I was going to suffer for being the freak of the Pack. This was a big crime. Anyone who ever happened to pass their eighteenth year without finding their mate, here in the South Pack, was considered an anomaly. They were always banished, while the unfortunate ones ended up being killed. I swallowed hard at the thought. A knock on the door jerked me away from my thought. "Come in," I said in a placid tone, sensing it was my mother. I watched in the mirror as the door swung aside and true to my expectation, it was her.