Saul Alfas Novels & Stories

He wasn’t like the rogues from before. He was… cleaner. Stronger. His eyes locked onto mine. And I felt it. Recognition. Not from me. From him. “Well,” he said, voice smooth, almost amused. “That was easier than expected.” Kael stepped forward, placing himself slightly in front of me. “State your name,” he said coldly. The man smiled. “Names are earned,” he replied. “And you haven’t earned mine yet, Alpha.” The insult hung in the air. Heavy.

And she hated it. --- Miles away, Kael stood in the training yard of the Bloodfang stronghold, shirtless and furious. His muscles gleamed with sweat as he launched his fists into the chest of a training dummy, breaking it in half with a savage snarl. His Beta, Rafe, watched from a distance, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. "Something bothering you, Alpha?" Rafe asked casually. Kael didn’t answer. He picked up an axe, hurled it at the far target, and watched it sink into the center with a satisfying thunk.

It only took a few minutes before a silver SUV pulled up to the packhouse. Alpha Bruce and his son Kalvin stepped out, followed by a few other men. Kalvin was a few years older than me, but his father was a control freak and refused to hand over the alpha title until he found a suitable luna to rule by his side. Alpha Bruce was in his late fifties and a total asshole. “Rider, it’s nice to see you again. Where are your parents, Alpha Erik and Luna Trish?” Alpha Bruce asked as he came to stand in front of me.