Service Alphas Marine Corps Novels & Stories

I. "Nobody is going to touch you. Not while I'm around. They will all know that you're my mate; they can sense it, and no one likes to mess with another alpha's omega unless they're crazy. Trust me, darling. I'm not leaving you alone. Not this time. If they even try to touch you, I will rip their throat out." Ash raised an eyebrow. "What's up with alphas and wanting to rip throats out?" Alex chuckled. "Ripping another alpha's throat out means that they've won. You don't need to worry about it, darling."

My heel tapped against the carpeted floor of the conference room, while my fingertips drummed along the table to the same rhythm. "In all," he said. "We're very happy with the progress that Alpha Inc. has given us at Brown's Rentals, and we would like to extend your services to our partner company Brown's Towing, LLC." "We'd be happy to take on Brown's Towing, Mr. Brown. Let's schedule a time for our normal consolation and get things set up," I said, almost robotically. Brown was a huge client, but one of many for Alpha Inc. He smiled underneath his bushy handlebar mustache. "I'll call the front desk and schedule myself in then, Mr. Reed. As always, it's such a pleasure working with you all.

"It’ll help stabilize your temperature and replenish your strength." I eyed the concoction warily but nodded, too drained to argue. Maya helped me sit up, her hands steady as she handed me the bowl. The liquid was bitter and earthy, but holding my breath i forced it down, grimacing with every sip. When she finished, Alice took the bowl and turned to Maya. "You did well keeping her stable, but she needs to rest. No more excitement." Maya nodded. "Of course." Alice glanced back at me, her expression unreadable. "The Alpha will want to see you once you’ve recovered. He’s been... insistent."

“What? I’m just living vicariously through my little bro here.” Laughter echoed softly through the room. For a brief moment, the weight of their shifting lives — Alpha duties, mate drama, reputations — melted under the familiar comfort of brotherhood. And in the quiet, they knew one thing for sure: Whatever came next… they were in it together.

“Your honor, I object. I absolutely agree with my client. It is inappropriate for an Elder to provide legal representation in these proceedings.” “Overruled counselor,” the judge says. “Ms. Costa, answer the questions.” “My name is Alpha Isabella Costa. I am the rightful Alpha of the Caladrius Moon Pack and former Luna of Crimson Claw. I was married to Alpha Jesse Hansen. We were fated mates.” “Were married and were fated mates?” Elias asks with a raised eyebrow. “And Bella, as I have already cautioned you before, you are not legally allowed to refer to yourself as an Alpha at this time.”

To make sure he knew what was about, she made him face her and she gestured once more. Do not fire until I fire. The boy responded with his own Kalayaan Ranger hand signal. Copy. Do not fire. SA-2614 looked at him, cocked her head to one side, then nodded her approval. The boy really was not that stupid after all. If SA-2614 could be impressed, she would be. But she is SA-2614 and she is incapable of being impressed. Her comms came alive again with Alpha-1's gruff voice. "Bad news, boys and girls. They sent four marines in. Get ready, Alpha-4. They're coming to you."

Woke up in the locker room alone, my mouth dry, her scent still fresh on my tongue. And the worst part? I liked it. I wanted to taste her again. Feel her shake under me. Feel her surrender. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Because once I let the wolf out, there’d be no putting it back in the cage. And this pack? This team? These boys I bled for? They wouldn’t survive the fallout. They didn’t know what I really was. They thought I was just another alpha. Just another strong bloodline. They didn’t know I was cursed.

More likely to actually work. Over the next two weeks more Alphas arrive. Some I recruit personally. Others hear about us and come on their own. Each one adds strength. Numbers. Resources. Experience. Skills. Everything we need to actually have a chance against Corbin. Alpha James brings medical expertise. His pack has the best healers in the region. They'll set up field hospitals. Treat wounded. Keep our fighters alive through battles that should kill them. Alpha Maria brings logistics. Her pack specializes in supply chains. Transportation. Making sure armies stay fed. Equipped. Mobile. She takes over our supply operations and suddenly we're not worried about running out of food or weapons

Clayton added. “I think we will,” I replied with a nod. Matty returned and escorted our new arrivals to the conference room. Seven more Alphas arrived with their men: Colin, Neil, Martin, Craig, Paul, John, and Kyle. Aside from John, who was in his late fifties, the others ranged in age from twenty to thirty-five. John was another older alpha without a filter. When he and Alpha Bruce got together, it was always bad. They tended to feed off one another and could be very disrespectful, especially towards women. My mother disliked both of them with a passion.

Winston stood up as he spoke and ten of the alphas followed him, leaving the room one by one. Only five alphas stayed behind. “As I expected,” I muttered. Chris pushed a file on the smooth surface, and it reached my spot. My gaze dropped on the file. I knitted my eyebrows as I picked the file, then looked at Chris, his bluish eyes locking with mine. “These are the things we will need to prevent this war,” Chris said. “Do I get that the five of you are in?” I asked, and they looked at each other before nodding.