Silent Alpha Stephanie Light Novels & Stories

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

She clenched her jaw, chest rising and falling, trying to stay composed even as her insides screamed. Think, Rosealba. Don’t panic. Not now. Breathe. Just breathe. Stephanie’s heels clicked softly against the dusty wooden floor as she made her way forward again. Her movements were slow, almost elegant, but her eyes—those eyes glowed with hatred. It wasn’t just dislike. It was pure, unfiltered loathing. Then she bent. Lowered her upper body until her face was level with Rosealba’s, close enough that Rosealba could smell the bitter smoke clinging to her breath. Her hand hovered just above Rosealba’s cheek, as if she might touch her, but didn’t.

I stood firm, my eyes raking the darkness, waiting for Sophia to show herself. The tension hung palpable, the only sounds that of the growl of an automobile from a distance away, and the rustling of leaves. And then, from the darkness, Sophia stepped into the light, the sly grin spreading across her face. "Alpha," she said, malice oozing from her voice. "I can see you're ready for me." "I don't understand, Sophia. We're supposed to be meeting with the elders. What are you doing here?" Johnson asked, in confusion.

Baylor spread his hands apart and there was a bright ball of fire dancing in his right hand, he looked at me and sneered. I held his gaze then slowly looked away from him back at Lady Cecile, “Stephan is alpha now!” Her gaze narrowed at first, “Stephan is supposed to be dead… that was the first thing you were supposed to do after you returned back!” “He is alpha now,” I repeated, even the words felt very bitter in my mouth.

She leaned in, whispering, “And still… they love me more.” I didn’t know what came over me. My hand moved before I thought about it, shoving her back just a little. But she wasn’t expecting it and she lost her balance. I didn’t push her that hard. It wasn’t meant to do much. But the edge of the stairs was right behind her, and her heel twisted at the wrong moment. She tumbled backward. I gasped as I watched her fall. Her body hit the steps hard, then slid all the way down to the marble floor. There was a big moment of silence, then a sharp scream echoed through the hallway.

The door shuts with a satisfying thud behind us, separating the raucous laughter and cheers from the intimate silence that now envelops us. Stephanie wriggles in my grasp, her laughter bubbly and infectious. "Put me down, Brock! I can walk by myself!" But there was no real protest in her voice. I comply, setting her gently on her feet but not quite letting go. She leans back against the desk, looking up at me with that gleam still playing in her eyes. "Okay, Alpha," she says, her hand reaching out to graze my cheek, "what's your grand plan now?"

“I’m the King of wolves. Just like Alphas can feel death in their pack... I can feel it across all of them.” My mouth dried. “You’re sure?” “Yes.” I stumbled into the hallway. My hands were shaking. Every part of me wanted to go back. Don’t cry. Don’t you dare cry. Then— “Alpha Aegis?” Stephan appeared out of nowhere like a dramatic sitcom character. “You okay?” “Peachy,” I said, voice hoarse. He stepped closer. “Do you need anything?” “Your phone. Can I please borrow your phone? I need to call my Beta.”

She’d come back to destroy what she couldn’t keep. The hours that followed blurred into gray. Meetings, reports, briefings — all of it meant to steady the pack’s rhythm, but the rhythm had already changed. Stephanie’s name had cracked something open. And cracks always widened. By midday, whispers had started slithering through the halls of Whitecliff. I heard them in fragments — the kind of half-truths that breed rot if you don’t kill them fast enough. “She’s back.” “Alpha’s old flame.”

“I’m not αlone. I hαve Liαnα.” Steve stepped forwαrd, serious. “Killiαn, listen to yourself. You wαnt to trαde Cynthiα‚ the perfect Lunα, the womαn with the council’s fαvor‚ for your stepsister. Who’s humαn??” “She’s my mαte.”

she claimed were essential while Davin already resting in his room. I stood in my suite, staring at the city lights through the window, my heart still pounding lightly. I couldn’t stop seeing it. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And I couldn’t stop wondering what it meant. Was it betrayal? Was it harmless? Was it something darker? I didn’t know. I sank onto the edge of the bed, my phone in hand, ready to call Percy but she was already asleep in her room. I wanted someone to talk to, someone to help me make sense of it. But no one could. Not really.