Scott Mccall Alpha Novels & Stories

What I don’t like however, is the somewhat suspicious-sounding tone in his voice, as though he might be implying that Raul somehow has something to do with the dead human. “Alpha Raul and Alpha Scarlett are close friends and they confer with each other a lot about goings on in their respective packs, Detective. It’s not unusual to see Alpha Raul around these parts a couple times a month.” Scott jumps in, obviously getting the same impression that I was from Detective Doug and wanting to nip it in the bud before offending either myself or Raul.

I mumbled to myself “ Some don’t choose to be like that. Alphas have kicked out one of their own if they are a danger to the pack making them a rogue.” Pulling me out of my thought , I didn’t know he heard me “ Are you scared to be out here? You seem distracted?” He asked, crossing his arms against his chest making the muscles on his arms stick out. “ No, I'm not scared.” I groaned. “ sir!!” Yelled a voice that sounded like it was rushing this way

Scouts would dart into the woods, returning minutes later with grim reports—signs of enemy movement, tracks not made by friendly forces. The Night Walkers were close. Watching. Waiting. The tension was a living thing, pressing down on all of us. Despite it, Alexandro never faltered. He rode with the calm, commanding strength of a true Alpha, his presence alone enough to steady the nerves of the men—and mine. I watched him from a few paces behind, studying the straight line of his back, the way he scanned the horizon constantly, alert for any threat. He hadn’t once shown fear. And because of that, neither did I.

I put off the car’s engine and snagged the car door open, stepping out and letting them feel my full presence before I even took a single step toward them. Stupid rogues. I could smell their fear, thick and cloying, the scent of adrenaline and wet asphalt. The one with the knife raised it, his hand trembling slightly. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I said, my voice low, vibrating with authority, pushing the Alpha aura towards them. “Fuck. Let’s go, Dan,” the other muttered, shoving him back. They turned and fled, the echo of their hurried footsteps swallowed by the night.

he laughed and I could feel the stench of vomit and alcohol escape from his lips. "I haven't seen you around here before... Are you lost... Pretty girl?" he slurs in his words. He was tall and really muscular with sandy blond hair and a smug grin that was really annoying. He wore a black shirt that fit tightly around his huge body and dark jeans. Who in hell does this crazy bastard think he is? He must be asking for his death wish that's for sure. He sure is lucky Peter isn't around. ‘Emily he isn't human. This is an Alpha, a strong one at that.’ Esme informed me.

As I hobble out of the room, I lean on the walls of the hallway to avoid falling as I shiver uncontrollably. Cold nights without a blanket have become regular for me, but the malnutrition and hard labor worsen it. I enter the living room with a bucket of water, and my eyes widen as they meet Barrett’s. Dread washes over my face, and I quickly lower my eyes. “Good morning, Alpha,” I say hurriedly, hoping he’s too distracted by his phone conversation to continue from where Celine stopped. Barrett, alpha of the Malrock pack and once my mate, but now he’s my worst nightmare. One lie was all it took for Celine to turn him against me, but his rejection was nothing compared to the relentless tormen

He was sending message to his only friend, Adom. The most delectable, earth-shattering scent worked its way through Ash foggy brain as she took deep breaths. The scent of apples and jasmine and a beautiful base note of roses all accented by the most perfect scent of Alpha he had ever had the pleasure of smelling invaded hid lungs. Alpha, the scent of Alpha. His Alpha! "MY ALPHA" she barked out as the realisation hit him like one of those new steam trains. She sat bolt upright as his eyes sprang open, which was a mistake, not the biggest one he had made today, admittedly, but bad enough. He slumped back onto the sofa as a wave of dizziness overtook him.

“The Alpha is dead.” The book in my hand dropped to the floor.

I muttered, pulling off my helmet. The door opened before I knocked. Corvin stood there barefoot, gray hair tied back, leather vest hanging open over skin inked with symbols I didn’t recognize and didn’t like. His eyes—sharp, bright, too knowing—flicked over me. “Took you long enough, Alpha,” he said. “Moon’s been screaming for days.” I scowled. “You could’ve sent a memo.” He snorted and stepped aside. “Come in before the forest decides you’re rude.”

Any alpha. "Dont- DON'T TOUCH ME!" -------------------- Scott whipped around the counter. This is bad. This is so, so bad. Rayan cried out, "DON'T TOUCH ME!" and his knees gave way as he backed up against the register. It was causing a commotion. Scott prayed he was the only alpha here.