Redeemed Alastor Novels & Stories

“You seem in a good mood Alpha,” Jax commented, staring at Alastor’s face that was smiling mindlessly at his name plate kept on his table. Who would have thought that the woman who had been swinging it around in hatred had finally been accepting that she loved him. “If you guess what it is then I’ll let you go on a paid date with your mate tonight,” Alastor said, making Jax perk up at the offer. He had wanted to meet his mate for a long time now and to be given this chance was something that he didn't want to give up.

As the game was about to start, Harry suddenly nudged him which Alastor pointedly chose to ignore Another nudge. He grunted, “Not now, Harry.” He was nudged again. Alastor raised his head to the heavens and wearily closed his eyes, briefly counting ten to one before opening them again to glare at his friend, “What the fuck is it now?” His friend grinned, “Hey Al, are you into redheads? I just noticed this kind of weird fire nymph ogling at you–” Alastor smacked him. “Don't be like that!” Harry protested, rubbing his forehead which had reddened a bit, “This is for the good of the pack! You needed an heir or something for the future, right?”

"As no one has contested it, I acknowledge this victory as belonging to The Red Rose. Silas Winter you are no longer fit to be Alpha and I Hades Solaris remove your Alpha status from you and transfer it to The Red Rose." He growls and fights her hold, slashing her stomach with his claws, she yells out in pain before crushing his throat, killing him.

a sick smile began to form on his face. “You are in luck. I had a run in with Ramiel previously, I had a feeling there was more to him than I could tell. I have had some of my little friends following him. I just happen to know that he made a trip to a certain cabin just outside of town.” “You are an amazing Alastor, I need you to get me the location. I have to get my team together. We are going to save Synestra.”

If he were to do that now, I wouldn’t mind becoming a martyr—I would still forgive him. My hopes were dashed as I realized Joffrey's true intentions. He callously threw the bags of gold coins at my face and said, “Take your dowry with you and be gone. I’m calling our engagement off because—I, Baron and Alpha Joffrey Hanes of Flarewing Pack, reject you, Leona Klaus of House Victorian.”

Alpha Damon asked Gwyddion who had a hand under his chin. “The things you described sound like the Surdich spell. It puts the affected in a death-like state until he eventually passes on. Fortunately, the talisman I gave you contained the antidote for it. Whoever placed the spell on you wanted you dead, so we have to keep up the façade. We have to convince everyone you're really dead, so we'll see who is the most likely to have committed it from their reaction.” “That sounds like a good idea,” I said and turned to Alpha Damon. I was just grateful for the fact that Gwyddion had stopped trying to convince me I had wolf blood.

"Oh, he can't answer now, can he?" He clenched his jaws so hard, I believe a teeth might pop out. "Child..." Marcel rolled his eyes. "Shut up, old man. She is not a child. And you have not even seen the worst of it." A wicked smile touched my lips when I remembered what I did before we came here. I personally injected Alastor with something— one of those syringes that we seized from the rogues. It was meant to kill. Slowly, but surely. Unless it was flushed out of his system.

And maybe. Just maybe... I am nearly there. I sit for a while before the numbness fades. I slowly get out of bed and walk to my secret vault. Then I press on the carved edge near the bottom. With a soft click, the wooden panel opens and revealing a hidden compartment. My fingers hover over a folder on top before I reach in and pull it out. The moment I open it, I see his name. Alpha Marius Peddleton. His seal is at the bottom and stamped with that symbol of their pack. I sit back on the edge of my bed and take the contract with me.

The experience wasn’t just one of pure bliss, but everlasting peace. “I love you, my Alpha,” I whispered, kissing Cillian for the millionth time. “I love you too, my Luna,” Cillian responded after the kiss. Nothing would ever separate us. Like this, we belonged to each other forever and ever. YOU HAVE NOW REACHED THE END OF ALPHA’S REDEMPTION: BOOK 2. STAY TUNED FOR BOOK 3: THE RETURN OF COLTON DE’ LUCA.

"A mate that has been rejected by one alpha cannot be claimed by another. It is forbidden." Elder Michael sat still, staring at his fellow elders, he was the one I went to, and we made sure I was able to reclaim Nora, which turned out to be possible. Michael leaned forward, his hands clenched on the table. "I was the one who supported Alpha Horace, he did it because it was the right thing to do. Lenora in question was being cast aside, and it said in the scrolls that any rejected can be reclaimed by anyone." As I listened to their accusations, my eyes narrowed in anger. I had not come here to be berated by these old men. I am the Alpha of this land, and I would not be cowed by their disappro