Piper Alpha Disaster Survivors Novels & Stories

The rest of them were like us, buying supplies from outside to last through winter. “Alpha Ryan, we were brought here as soon as the news of the attack came. Did you manage to catch the perpetrators?” Alpha Thomas, a middle-aged guy with a receding forehead, asked curiously. I shook my head in response. “No. They escaped before we could catch them,” I informed him. “So there were no casualties, right?” Alpha Gavin asked, his brows furrowed in concern. “Not exactly,” I said with a sigh. “No lives were lost. But they burned down our barn that contained the supplies for winter.”

He did not wake up. Six dead on that hillside. Four Wilders, two of mine. Nineteen wounded. And in a room down the corridor from where I finally sat down at dawn, an unaffiliated rogue Alpha who had taken in a girl nobody else in the Northern Territory wanted, lying grey-lipped and unconscious with a piece of himself being held somewhere none of us could reach. Kira sat by that bed for eleven hours without speaking to anyone, and the whole time, every lamp in that corridor burned brighter than it should have.

Eurye hasn’t been pulled into the sea. “We have a few hours until it begins again,” I warn one of the Alphas of a nearby territory, the two of us stomping side-by-side through debris. Wolves race through the rain, howling and barking, looking for survivors. A few people have been pulled from toppled homes, but so far, dozens of the men are unaccounted for. It could have been far worse had all the women and children not been evacuated early this morning. “Everyone in Shell Pass, the Haven Islands, and the Palm Lagoon is accounted for,” the Alpha beside me says. “My pack hasn’t suffered any casualties that I know of, but my Beta is running numbers as we speak.”

Such sight pricked Alpha Broderick's heart, but there's no helping it. While he was spectating everything, Gamma Sydric was done giving instructions to the people under his command and approached him. Gamma Sydric didn't waste any time and reported “Alpha, almost 70% of the people we brought lost their life. The 30% remaining alive were either severely injured and slightly injured one” “Sighs* What about Delta Cluxx?” Broderick asked while sighing. “He's alive. Elder Justin was with him right under that destroyed wall” Gamma Sydric replied while pointing towards a seemingly secluded place. In there, two figure were sitting comfortably, talking to each other from time to time.

I huffed. “My Alpha sent me to you as the fighting broke out. We were caught unprepared and it was a slaughter, more than half the packed killed in the first two minutes” his sadness was evident in his voice. I felt for him, I really did. But I couldn’t get my mind past the fact that the hunters are closer than we thought. “Survivors?” I asked urgently. “I am not so sure, Alpha, I intercepted your scouts on my way here. They said to continue on to you and they would check back on the pack”

I say softly and touch his shoulder, pulling him from the past and back to the present. He straightens and gives me a bright, fake smile. “I think Pia is in room one zero one.” “Thank you, Alpha,” I reply. “And I’m sorry… for your loss.” He nods and turns his back on me, signalling the end of the conversation. We have a town full of twitchy trauma survivors, I realise as I head for the lifts against the wall. And we have to build a functioning army from this lot. We are facing so many obstacles. I don’t see how we can overcome them. How we can win if a large human force invades us.

She and my own mother were similar in a lot of ways—always acting as the calm within the storm, and it was evident that her legacy still greatly impacted the pack today. "I'm sorry about your loss," I stated, feeling that it was more than an appropriate answer. "I can't imagine what it was like losing her and then—" I stopped myself. It wasn't even my grief, but I understood fully. The loss of a Luna was hard. The loss of an Alpha though, no matter his stance on life, not long after was even worse.

After all, alphas are usually mated to higher-up females. So many regrets. I was drowning in them. Drowning in the fact that if I had just questioned things, right now we would have been happy. We would have been a family. My mate wouldn’t hate me and my daughter would know who I am. “Alec?” I turn when Jason’s voice penetrates my fog. I sag against the chair, feeling the weight of my failures and regrets on my shoulder. “I’d come to let you know that Piper has arrived,” he says, but his words take a while to sink in.

As Alpha, no one blinked an eye when I demanded to be let on one of the vessels headed to the scene of the accident. I remember sea spray whipping my face as we rode out into the ocean, not minding the numb feeling the wind and cold water caused. I wasn’t particularly interested in feeling, anyway. I remember the lead investigator informing me that the plane had sunk deep into the ocean already, leaving no survivors behind. I remember focusing on the numbness, hoping that it would save me from the deep despair filling my bones. “Send down your best dive team. I need Amber Wood’s remains to be located immediately, at any cost.” The investigator looked at me curiously, wondering what Alpha Jul

"Mama, it wasn't... it wasn't just Dane. The Alpha who killed Dane... he killed father too. Right there, during the wedding." Her gasp filled the room, her eyes going wide with shock and disbelief. She shook her head, clearly unable to comprehend the magnitude of what I was saying. "No. No, that can't be. Your father... your father can't...." "I know, Mama," I whispered, my voice breaking. "But he's gone now. This other Alpha... he killed both of them. And everything has fallen apart."