Stark Varg Alpha Novels & Stories

“Can’t say I’m surprised.” “Me too, but that’s not the worst of it.” Ryker continued, but then his expression darkened, “I tapped into a few of my sources to see if this whole thing was as serious as it seemed, but I ended up finding out that Alpha Magnus has joined forces with a rogue Alpha.” My heart dropped, and my blood ran cold. “It’s Varen, isn’t it?” Ryker gave me a nod, and my eyes glowed gold as I slammed my fist into the glass table of the conference room, shattering it immediately. “Fuck.”

She didn't look like a girl anymore; she looked like a celestial event. Vargos, the High Executioner, didn't flinch. He was a mountain of a man, clad in armor that seemed to swallow the light around it. The Void-Iron spear in his hand was a jagged thing, forged from the cold spaces between stars. It was the only substance in existence that could dampen the power of an Alpha.

An Alpha. Finally free.

Robert said as he walked over to Allen and lifted her chin with her fingers in a hard grip. Allen whimpered at the alpha's touch and the pain of the grip. "Open your eyes, little one," Robert demanded in his alpha tone. Allen's eyes snapped open, causing Robert to smile. "Ah yes. You're a gorgeous one. Maybe my son will be so kind and share you with me. I'm going to go get my son. Monika adds more doses of the heat inducer. We need her to be perfectly willing." "Of course, boss," Monika said as Robert handed her two more syringes.

Elara’s POV: The Alpha lieutenant didn't rush. He moved with a sickening, casual grace that told me he’d spent his life breaking people for sport. His name was Varro—I recognized the jagged scar running from his jaw to his collarbone. He was a known butcher, the kind of man Rhys kept around to do the work that required no conscience. He took a slow pull from a metal flask, tossed it aside, and finally drew a heavy, curved falchion. The steel was dark, etched with the cruel runes of a secondary pack that had sold its soul to Rhys.

Caleb growled, taking a menacing step forward. Varick gulped. "I… I can't. The Alpha… he'll kill me." A new emotion flared in my gut – dread. Alpha of what pack? Was Varick just a pawn in a larger game? "Who is this Alpha?" I demanded, leaning closer. Varick whimpered, his bravado completely shattered. "The… the Shadowfang. They… they control the…" he trailed off, his eyes widening in terror. The warehouse seemed to shrink around us. Shadowfang. A rogue pack notorious for their brutality, a name whispered in hushed tones around campfires. My heart hammered against my ribs. This was bigger than we ever imagined.

I had already decided that when I took over as alpha, he would be my beta, the second in command, and my best friend, Matty, would be my gamma, the third in command. “Thanks for coming, Son. Take a seat,” my mother said, drawing me out of my thoughts. “What’s going on?” I asked curiously as I took a seat across from hers. “I just got a phone call from Alpha Samuel of the Dark Shadow Pack. Rogues attacked them last week, and they lost five warriors,” my mother replied in a serious tone, causing me to let out a heavy sigh.

And just like that we were the perfect pack love story: the Alpha's son and the Beta's daughter who had been childhood friends forever blossomed into full lovers and mates. But I ended up getting drunk once on a girl's night with Mira and spilled the beans. She later swore to secrecy in heated moments like this that she would bring up a cheap way to poke holes in my relationship. “Well…” I said prepping a low blow of my own, “... If you had a man who loved you half as much as Varian loved me maybe you would understand,” Her expression darkened and so did the crystal in my hand until it went from a right pink to a dead cole black.

With a sigh of resignation, I hung up the phone and slowly turned away from the door. I pivoted on my heel, my gaze locking with Gustavo's triumphant expression. His wide grin threatened to crack his face in half, and it ignited a spark of irritation within me. Determined to wipe that self-satisfied smirk off his face, I squared my shoulders and narrowed my eyes. "I will skin you if you dare to laugh," I growled, my voice laced with a warning that held the weight of an Alpha's authority. The threat hung heavily in the air, pregnant with the promise of consequences.

Conviction. “The Alpha is harsh. His ways are strict, sometimes merciless. But he is not without reason,” she said, her voice steadier now. “He carries burdens you don’t yet understand. He protects us.” “He protects his power,” I snapped, the memory of his lips still burning on mine. “His control. His right to take whatever he wants, to make everyone fear him. That’s the truth, isn’t it? How can you call it protection when his very presence is a threat to my freedom?”