Service Alphas Marine Corps Novels & Stories

Kael's arm instantly extended to grip my upper arm, steadying my frame as I rocked back on my heels from the impact. "My stability metrics are fully functional without assistance, Supreme Alpha," I snapped coldly before his palm could make full contact with my skin, my inner wolf snarling at the low amusement rippling through the observing onlookers. I could distinctly isolate Helena Frostclaw’s voice transmitting a sharp, mocking observation to her packmates. "Please redirect your attention to the Alphal, he appears to be registering a severe pain spike." The ancient Alphal, despite his advanced cycles, had purged none of the brutal, high-decibel battlefield curses from his maritime enforce

It was like he was no longer interested in me being here. I made my way over to a small serving trolley that had glasses and bottles of alcohol on it. I took a whiskey glass and filled it with whiskey for him, before making my way back over to where Alpha Cole was sitting. As I stood there beside him, watching him resting there with his head tilted back, a malicious thought popped into my head. "What if I slit his throat right now?" "You will be Alpha for all of about ten seconds, because that's how long it would be until the pack ripped you apart so they could fight it out for the position of Alpha," the voice in my head whispered.

“What then is their army?” “They also look like humans, but they have water-controlling abilities, super strength and all, just like most of us do.” Nicholas shrugged. “Why would that even be?” I tutted. “What do we do, Alpha?” Nicholas asked again as I had all the answers in the world. “You know what? Set up a call with the council of Alphas. This has come faster than we expected,” I said authoritatively. “Also, inform every single pack that there is battle on Earth, and the sea warriors have arrived.”

Nice to meet you too," I told him. I looked at Will with a smile, but he said nothing, just nodded my way. " I apologize, Luna, but Will is mute. However, he has had classified training as he served 10 years in the marines, worked for the FBI as a spy, and even used to be part of the security detail for the president of the USA. He only speaks through mindlink, which I am sure you will be able to do soon after your ceremony tomorrow. Other than I, he is the only one who the alpha trusts to personally keep you safe while you travel from the packhouse." I nod to him and will as a thank you while Serene and Mia talk to each other about brands of clothes. I had never been to the mall although I

There is a collective screech of metal chairs on the hard floor as the sight also draws the attention of the other Marines. Some of them even stand up, ready for a fight. Before us is an Alpha. A living, breathing Alpha. ** ORCH "Please," intones Dr. Frostgrave in what passes for an amused voice. “There is no cause for alarm.” “Is there no cause for alarm?” another half marine gasps behind me. "Doctor, that's a fucking Alpha!" “Gentleman,” Frostgrave says calmly, then nods in my direction, “and ma'am…” He makes a sweeping gesture toward the hulking Alpha beside him. "Allow me to introduce you to Dog."

Noir knew if he asked, Damon won’t say answer him, he’d get a shake of a head at most. He remembered the times before Damon became Alpha. He was free and a much better person. Being Alpha made him depressed and woebegone. He wasn’t the easy-going best friend he knew. He was a cranky old man in a young man’s body. Damon’s second in command couldn’t blame him though. He knew the responsibilities of an Alpha and he knew Damon was dealing with it the best way he could but he wished Damon will take it easy on himself. Noir walked away from the Alpha and towards the gate. He’d already sent a patrol pack earlier that day to scout around the area.

' Ehile walking over to him. Alphas eyes looked us over and with a hint of pity in his eyes, he turned to the bar tender and ordered a jack on the rocks, three fingers and two coconut rum and cokes. Alpha handed Sophie our drinks, and walked to the table with his own. Sitting down we all read the menu to decide what we wanted to eat. I couldn't decide what I wanted to eat so I ordered the chef specials, so did Sophie and alpha, My appetite was insatiable. While waiting for my food to arrive i was drinking my coconut rum and cokes, I really didn't understand what the deal was with drinking was, the taste wasn't that great and it made my stomach churn, and I was beginning to feel nauseous.

Axel mutters, and we all turn to him. “Don’t you see it?” He looks at us. “They have three alphas, and they’re going to pick the one who serves their cause the best. That’s why they keep quiet about Mason, and our status is undecided.” Kane tenses beside me when Braden nods in agreement with Axel. This mess is becoming messier by the second. “Where’s Malachi?” I ask.

Few hours to Charleston taking Brian out, Alpha Peter called me to attend a state function with him which would last till evening, even into the night. Visiting the graves of fallen heroes who had fought for the two packs isn't something designated for the Alpha, except he chooses to go, it's the Beta that does this, he or she would act as the representative of the Alpha. The gamma who must attend acts as the guard of honor as it is his colleagues on a different level who have fallen. It however came as a surprise to me when the Alpha called me and said I must arrive at his wing in the next thirty minutes, not caring if I was doing something or not. The bad side of this is that the plan woul

The alpha’s son brought you in. The nurse suddenly looked nervous, “The head alpha is on his way, I have to tell him about the pack mark on your shoulder” My heart drops, how could I have forgotten about the crescent moon on the top right side of my shoulder, a symbol which identifies me as a pack member of blood moon pack. My cover has been blown. Before I forget, the nurse says, the head alpha's name is Ralph, his son’s name is Dameon and my name is Lucy. If you need anything, just press the button beside you, she says, walking out and offering me a smile. “Good luck” she whispers.