Ruins Of Alph Novels & Stories

Why would I ever care what would happen to any of them? I put my head down, I can't watch as they desperately run to survive. Tears build up in my eyes and I can't help but to let them fall. What is happening to me? I then hear Phoenix “you just want to protect them, they are helpless, and it is your instinct to protect those that can't protect themselves. That is what Alpha's are supposed to do, but wolves have lost the sight of the weak. They Only want the strong, and they only see humans as weak and pointless.” “Wait Phoenix, did you say Alpha?”

They made their way to us and sat down beside me. At two minutes the pack house doors swung open again for the second time revealing four large men who were to ensure it was an honorable fight. The two taller, larger men were Alphas, but the tallest of them had a stern look on his face. Scars littered down his back on plain display. Muscles hard from years of training. He stepped to the middle of the ring and addressed the crowd directly.

The rest of the Alphas walked in after him, one by one, their pack warriors surrounding us from all sides. Alpha Cyrus from the Northern Ridge, his scarred lip curled in a snarl. Alpha Gideon, from the Red Forest pack. His massive arms crossed over his chest, silver rings glinting on his fingers. Then there was Alpha Voss Vincent, from the EverGreen pack. Standing arrogantly with his chest puffed out. There goes on the list… alpha Hugo, alpha Dren, and then… the list went on and on until the last alpha walked forward with his warriors.

Leah We traveled for hours through the kingdom's countryside. I watched forests give way to villages, villages to open plains. Every settlement we passed showed signs of Ares's rule, new buildings constructed, but also burned foundations that hadn't been rebuilt. Prosperity for some, devastation for others. The ledger's words echoed in my mind with each destroyed home I saw. 47 dead. 12 children. Entire population enslaved. 31 children under ten. How many of these ruins were cataloged in those pages? How many lives destroyed by the man who now claimed to be my mate?

And a paper falls out from his mouth that I immediately read with my tears blurring my sight. “Three months. Surrender my fated mate, Alexia Volkov, the Alpha’s sister to the Chasma pack of the South Canidae within three months and we shall never see the cold war again. Alister Kai Alpha of the Chasma Pack...” “Alexia...” I drew out quietly and recalled the reaction she displayed back in the hall and pondered.

Samael spoke then, his voice cutting through the room. Corbin hesitated, not moving. "Now!" Samael commanded coldly. Corbin fumbled as he pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket and handed it to Adler. Adler scanned through it, and when he lifted his eyes, they were filled with fury. “Alpha, this document is dated two weeks ago. Marcus died last month." The room erupted in an uproar, and Corbin’s face went pale. He rushed forward to grab the papers from Adler, but some warriors pinned him down.

"You let us take her. Let us walk away with the hybrid who's so important to you. And in exchange, I won't cut her throat right now." "You won't kill her," Silvain said, though his heart hammered with terror that he was wrong. "Obsidian wants her alive. You said so yourself." "True." Ragnar's smile widened. "But he didn't specify how alive. She could lose an eye. A hand. Her tongue. So many ways to hurt someone without killing them." He leaned down, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "How much is she worth to you, Alpha? How many pieces can she lose before you decide the price is too high?"

POV: Delph The smoke still rose over Bloodstone Fortress, thin, tired ribbons curling toward the soft light of morning. Rain had fallen through the night, washing away the blood and ash, leaving the courtyard slick with silver puddles that reflected the rising sun. Delph walked slowly through the ruins, his boots crunching on broken stone. The once-mighty gates of Bloodstone lay scattered in pieces before him, twisted by flame and light. His fingers brushed against the charred wood. It was the same gate he had sworn to protect when he first became Alpha. Now it stood open, humbled, like everything else that had survived this war.

Rufus asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Heard about what, my friend?" Randall asked, ready to hear something new. Rufus was known to always have the latest news and information from far and near. "A mysterious Alpha who occupies the Green forests of the High East... They say this Alpha is unlike any other – powerful, wealthy, and…" he paused, his voice dropping to a dramatic hush, "rumored to be a hybrid." Rufus emphasized his last word in a hushed whisper, looking around to be sure no one heard him.

"The Aldric ruins. Two days north of this house." Aria looked at the page, then at the map Caden had already begun to open. She knew the name. All in the land knew the Aldric ruins. They were the bones of the oldest pack in the part, the one that had gone out when its Alpha line died and its people spread. A hundred and fifty years of quiet had grown over them like moss on stone. And now the seventh piece of the Shard sat there, waiting in the dark. "How sure are you," Caden said.