Peter Hale Alpha Novels & Stories

He was a human child. “I’m sorry Hunter, but humans don’t know about us. But we did talk to your parents, and they miss you very much.” “What about mine!?” “What’s your name sweetheart?” “Perlie.” Another human child. “Oh, they miss you so much too Perlie, and you too Parker. All of your parents miss you so much and have been looking all over for you. My name is Siobhan, and I work for the FBI and I’m Alpha Tiernan’s mate.”

he said silently. “I understand Alpha,” I replied obediently, even though I felt like my insides were melting and my heart was getting punched over and over again. “Oh, cut me some slack Amelia!” Alpha Alex lashed out, “I am upset about this as well, but you don’t get anything! You have become so selfish over the years. It’s a shame and I know exactly why you’re acting this way, but I am no longer going to say anything about you private matters. If you want to make a mistake, go ahead and do it!” he challenged me, clearly talking about my friendship with Zane.

The suited warriors quickly part down the middle to make a clear path as two dominant figures walk directly into the chaos. Stiles Stilinski walks in first, his eyes immediately widening in absolute horror as he surveys the bloody room. Meanwhile, leading the way right beside him is Peter Hale, dressed in an elegant tailored suit, radiating an air of ancient alpha authority so powerful it completely silences the entire hall. "M—Master Hale, why… why are your boots on my rogue turf?!" Gerard stammers, his voice shaking. Peter Hale, the wealthiest and most powerful elder in the Beacon Moon Territory core, ignores Gerard's existence completely. His frame steps forward and bows respectfully towa

"But please don't tell the Alpha I said that. He hates it when I remind him of his fragility." ​Mrs. Hale seemed satisfied. Her movements became less precise, and her eyes lost their piercing focus. She had the information she wanted: the Luna was weak, Ronan was dependent, and his closest aid (Alaric) was now the primary source of pack information. ​"Of course, dear," Mrs. Hale said, patting my shoulder. "I will speak to Beta Alaric later about the schedule. You rest, now." ​I sat perfectly still for a full five minutes after the door clicked shut, only moving when I heard her footsteps retreat down the long hall. I had passed the test, but the tension had left me mentally drained.

Peter did to his father, I doubted that Alpha Kaelen would be happy to see us there.“Smile,” Peter hissed beside me in a whisper. “Stand straight and keep your head high. You are going to catch the eye of that alpha, even if it’s the last thing you do.”I could almost smell the desperation coming from him, but I simply nodded stiffly as we walked in further.The hall shimmered with gold and hints of steel made to look like silver. Wolves danced under the lights and the chandelier. I moved through them like a ghost, trying my hardest to avoid Peter for the rest of the night as I prayed and hoped that Alpha Kaelen wouldn’t show up.“Thank you,” I said with a smile as I took a glass of what looke

"Alpha James Cortez. He's the problem." "Why?" "Because he looks at people like investments. And you're worth a fortune." My stomach twists. The Alphas emerge from their vehicles with ranked wolves in tow. Hale is older, silver threading through dark hair, broad shouldered and steady. Volkov is tall and lean, ice blonde hair pulled back severe, sharp features that could cut glass. Cortez is younger than the others, maybe early thirties, with dark skin, cold eyes, and a smile that doesn't reach them.

We were heading straight back toward the heavy iron door I had fought so hard to escape—the building where the monsters were made, where my blood was taken, where death waited. "You want to know how I ended up being the Alpha even though my father is a human?" Alpha Hale spoke suddenly, his voice calm and low, like he was talking about something ordinary. He glanced sideways at me, his silver eyes sharp and mocking, watching me struggle uselessly against his grip. I glared back at him, chest heaving, breath coming fast and ragged. "I don't care! Let me go!” But Alpha Hale continue as id he heard nothing, “Not a single soul had a clue. My mother… she was brilliant at hiding the truth."

However, they stand still and straight backed out of respect for the Alpha and my father. “Here are some of our current trainees…” Alpha says approaching our line. As Rafe requested, I go into military mode, no emotions, no opinions, just here to serve. “This it Tate, this is Blake….this is Hong Saunders, he is Alpha of the Saunders pack.” “Ah yes, I hope your father is well?” “Very well thank you Alpha.” Hong replies before Alpha and Father move along the line. “This is Rafe, Beta to the Mulder Pack.”

“There might be more of a response if you contacted them directly. You know how they feel about werewolf society and hierarchies.” Damn it! I threw down the reports that I was looking over. He was right. I hated dealing with the hunters and their society. They were cowards, hiding behind stolen magic of witches they’d hunted down in the past. If it wasn’t for the need for peace, I would have happily moved toward wiping them out. As alpha of the strongest pack in North America, I knew that I could unite our packs and rid our continent of them if I really wanted to. But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters?

I shout finally loosing my cool, if my second theory is right and he did see us and run, we're wasting time just standing here. "Can someone please enlighten me on what the fuck is going on, who's Richard?" The Alpha asks who had been in the room the whole time, I take a look at my mum wondering if she was gonna be the one to tell him. "The people living here aren't Charles and Vanessa Peterson, Charles is really a man called Richard who is the most wanted and dangerous man out there, they used this place as a cover and hideout" I tell the Alpha, he looked over at my mum beyond pissed off, I was surprised he hadn't run over and dropped kicked her or something.