Service Alphas Marine Corps Novels & Stories

I said to myself. “Who please, Alpha.” My Beta asked, Bestian is my Beta, the son of the previous Beta that ruled before my dad was assassinated. We're just about the same age. “My mate, I forgot to tell the staff before they dispersed.” “Oh, alright Alpha.” “I want everything to be put in place. A driver should be assigned who will be taking her to school and a personal servant,” I told my chief personal assistant, Christian. I switched my attention to my gamma who was the head of the security services, both in this pack estate and the pack as a whole, a general in the army though a young man in his thirties.

He looked different, more authoritative—an Alpha, unmistakably. Rosco turned toward me and flashed a subtle smile, his gaze unwavering as he spoke with confidence. "I am Rosco Convera, Alpha of the Eastern Sea Pack." He inclined his head, his eyes briefly meeting mine before he turned back to the table. That smile—it sent a shiver down my spine. I hadn’t known he held such a powerful position.

“Is there a pack that will volunteer?” Celeste could only smile when Alpha James of the Marine Corps Pack stood. “So be it.” Marcus nodded. “Miss Naples, I think a change of scenery would do you some good also. And I think that Alpha Celeste would be a good teacher for you. And congratulations on earning your degree. I am excited to see you get your diploma tonight.”

Director Ahmid Rodrigo ordered, giving Knight and not the man who first spoke a sharp look. Something was going on there, but Kira didn’t know what, and she didn’t have time to wonder about it, not when the director kept on talking. “Staff Sergeants Reese and Martin, I’d like to introduce you to the AHDF’s Alpha Team. Captain Knight Adamson leads it while Sergeant Rina Abello is the second-in-command. William Easton, Ralph Bones, Angel Nova, and Isa Ludwig round the team out. Everyone but Ludwig came out of the Recon Marines, while she came out of the Night Stalkers unit. With all your various military backgrounds, I trust you eight will get along.”

My stomach churned, threatening to betray my secret with morning sickness I could barely control. "By order of the Challenge of Reclamation," Marcus announced, his voice carrying the weight of ceremony, "Alpha Marty Shadowcrest submits to Trial One: Service Without Station." He unrolled a parchment that looked older than the brewery itself. "For seven days, beginning at sunset, the challenging Alpha will serve Silver Ridge pack. No enforcers. No special treatment. He will sleep where directed, eat what's provided, and complete whatever tasks the territorial Alpha assigns."

He was wearing brown leather shoes, blue jeans, a crisp white shirt with the top two buttons undone. "Alpha," Another man rushed in, wearing a lab coat and a stethoscope circling his neck. Alpha. I started to panic, recalling what happened every time I spend time with my moon blessed, Alpha of Alphas. This man was an Alpha, he serves Xerxes and now he would hand me over to him. He knew me. He knew what I was running from.

' Gathering intel ' was all he ever did these days . Kane was really curious as to what Alpha had given him the mission to gather this Intel . He was pretty sure that he wasn't the one . Josh groaned yet again . " You did not have to throw me so hard ", Josh whined as he stretched his hands . " I did not even throw you that hard ", Kane refuted . " Yeah , not that hard just hard enough to dislocate my shoulders ", Josh cried out . " Stop being a baby , you're a fucking Gamma now ", Kane tried to shut him up .

Together, they had forged a path of forgiveness and redemption, embracing the power of second chances. In the months that followed the battle, Alessia had come to understand the complexities of Adrian's position as the Alpha King. His responsibilities weighed heavily on his shoulders, and she admired the way he navigated the intricate politics of their world. He was just and fair, always striving to create a realm where every lycan could thrive.

When the Ducanes fled, their old lake house property went up for sale, so the Scorpions bought it. “That’s great news,” complimenting his thoroughness, it was why he was our first lieutenant, the guy had an eye for detail that the rest of us didn’t have. “Ax, Gunner you two coordinate with Ty, start moving the club shit out of here when he gives you the go ahead.”

But when he reached out to adjust the collar of my blazer, his large, warm fingers lingered against the Mark on my neck, and the possessive heat of the Alpha flared through our private link. "I'm not overthinking," I said, meeting his stormy gray eyes in the mirror. "I'm looking at the budget adjustment for the maritime division. Marcus's wolves successfully boarded the cargo vessel at the Singapore terminal three hours ago, but the customs paperwork is currently sitting in a digital dead zone."