Stark Varg Alpha Mga Nobela at Kwento

My brother instead levelled me with the famed Alpha stare , I stood my ground as we got locked in a staring contest . Rio's stare had become more powerful , was it because his wolf knew he was close to becoming Alpha ? ' Come on girl ', I called out to Blackie . She ignored me , I deserved that . ' Come on girl , you can't seriously still be mad at me ', I pleaded. I could not lose this staring competition , if I did , I was just proving that I deserved to be sent to Gray Moon and be married off to Herrera junior . If I lost , I was proving that I was not worthy of being Alpha .

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”

His hair was black as pitch, plastered slightly against his forehead by the mist, but it was his eyes that made my blood run cold. They were silver. Not the amber of a common wolf, nor the red of a rogue, but a piercing, metallic silver that held the weight of absolute authority. Alaric Sterling. The Grand Alpha of the Ravenscroft Pack, the undisputed ruler of the mafia underworld in Ravenshire City, and the most feared warlord in the entire Westmere region. A half-lit cigarette dangled between his long, claw-scarred fingers. The faint blue smoke curled into the cold air, smelling faintly of rich tobacco and dark rain.

It honestly felt weird, bearing the Beta title while my dad bore the Gamma title. It was quite unheard of in the history of the Moonstone pack. A luna being involved actively in murder was not something that any pack member expected to witness in our pack, not in our lifetime anyway. The Luna's reason or reasons for killing the Beta was yet to be disclosed to the public, probably only the high families knew; even Darrell didn't know. His father always kept him in the dark about a lot of things, and this was one of them. I have always thought that was a risky way to bring up one's child, considering he would be taking over as Alpha in a few years from now.

Carla suggested. “What are you going to do?” Lilith asked. “We can put some drugs on Alpha’s drinks or foods,” Carla said with a smile on her lips. And as soon as Lilith and Bianki heard what just Carla said, they both went shocked and couldn't believe that Carla was going to do that to Colt. And Lilith immediately felt concerned and anxious by what Carla suggested to Colt. “It’s dangerous, Carla,” Lilith said, worriedly. “It’s fine, Lilith. I will just use a mild drug like Sildenafil or what they called Viagra, and it is for arousal. I can control its side effects as well as the risk of it. Trust me,” Carla said, reassuringly.

“Told you, the Alpha always comes back.” The other two chuckled, low and rough. They carried themselves like ghosts pretending to be men, tired but proud. Then came the scent. It rolled through the woods — sharp, metallic, familiar. The iron tang of their Alpha’s blood mixed with smoke and earth. They froze, exchanging wary glances. And then he appeared. Varek stepped out from the trees, bare-chested, his body streaked in blood that shimmered black under the fractured moonlight. His eyes burned faintly crimson, faint enough to pass for reflection… if not for how alive that color looked.

An alpha. "W-who are you?" I grabbed the metal that slipped my hand earlier. I don't know, but there's this menacing aura around him that is stopping me from looking elsewhere. This isn't good. I would be dead if he attacked me, I lost a lot of strength earlier. The gamma's still lying on the floor. Is he dead? "I asked you, who are you?" But again, he didn't answer me. He just stood there, staring intensely at me. I slowly pulled myself up, our eyes never left each other.

Varg was waiting. The Alpha was a monster of a man, even in his half-shifted form—towering, heavy with muscle, thick black fur covering his chest and arms. His cock already hung heavy between his legs, thick and veined, the knot at the base already starting to swell. He looked at Serena like she was nothing but meat. “So this is the rogue bitch who thinks she can steal from my land,” he growled, voice mean and filled with aura “Killed her own kind and still got the nerve to come sniffing around here.”

I smiled. "What if I did?" He said, trying to be bold. "Even if you did... it would never work out." I blurted. He flinched at what I said and didn't talk anymore. I waited and waited but he didn't say a thing, even his friends didn't utter a word. "She's right, you know?" Misa unexpectedly said, making me look at her. "I'm sure you heard me say it before, you know... when you were eavesdropping. He's an alpha and not just any alpha, he's an elite among elite."

"And tell Marcus the vampire prince wants to be left alone." "Prince?" The female's eyes widen. "You're Stark. The one who triggered the prophecy." Of course. Even in the wild lands, his shame precedes him. Before she can say more, footsteps approach. Heavy, confident, accompanied by the scent of alpha dominance. Stark turns to see a massive figure emerge from the trees, easily seven feet tall with muscles like corded steel. Marcus. The rogue alpha surveys the scene, his scarred face impassive. Four wolves groaning on the ground, the female bleeding, and Stark standing in the center like a avenging spirit.