Novelas y relatos de Stark Varg Alpha

where the women were. Stark led them to Redmoon castle. He took them into the throne room where a man with long hair braided into cornrows stood. He was staring at a portrait of the late Alpha King and Luna, Alaric's parents. "They're here, Alpha," Stark said as he went down on one knee, his head bowed to the floor. Seraphine raised a brow. With the way he said it, it was like they were waiting for her and her people to arrive. She also found it strange that the Beta was right at the Redwood boundary, and not just a few of the guards. Stark whistled, pulling their attention. He signaled for them to bow down. Seraphine's people got down on their knees, but she didn't. "What are you doing, Lu

The room seems to tilt. I straighten slowly. “Name.” “Alpha Varik of the Ashen Vale.” My lips press into a thin line. I’ve heard of him. Everyone has. Ruthless. Strategic. Obsessed with bloodlines and dominance. A coward who kills children to preserve power. “Then he’s already dead,” I say coldly. “He just doesn’t know it yet.” Liam’s breath stutters—not in fear, but something dangerously close to relief. “You don’t have to do this alone,” he says.

Varg replied with a charming smile, placing a hand over his heart. "Tell them to sit," the Omega instructed. "Of course, dear," Varg said, turning to the others with a cold expression. "Sit," he ordered, and the Alphas obeyed instantly, their movements stiff with fear. Brago hesitated but eventually relinquished his seat to Varg, who settled in with the Omega perched comfortably on his lap. "Welcome, Varg. What brings you here?" Lucrah asked nervously. "I heard that some fool dared to summon my brothers for something as petty as lust," Varg replied, his tone calm but laced with menace. "I want to know who that fool is."

“Did I.” He came closer. The room shrank with every step. “You think this was about your brother,” he said soft. “He is just leverage. Nothing else.” “Then what is it about?” she asked. Varrek leaned in, voice low. “The Blind Alpha.” Her breath stuck. “He is stronger than he realizes,” Varrek kept on. “But strength without control makes chaos. I plan to fix that, bring order.” “And how do I fit?” Elara asked. His eyes went over her, figuring. “You are the key he does not know about.”

I stammered. Alpha Vargus came in between us, “Stay away from her Arlo… she's mine now.” Arlo's face twisted in anger, “No! Not this time, I won't give her out. I have learnt the hard way that she's everything to me.” “Then one of us would have to die here. Because as long as I'm alive, she's mine.” Alpha Vargus growled. “What are you both doing?” I interrupted, rushing in between them.

he arced mockingly. "Look in the mirror, and you’ll know who it fits better; are you all combined not powerful enough? Are you still scared of me?" It was my turn to taunt them, and I didn’t play less; I did it just like I was supposed to. Watching Alpha Lowell's broad smile melt into an emotionless frown was delightful. "Where is your supreme Alpha? Isn’t he supposed to be here? I expected more from him." "Take it easy, Alpha Herveaux; by tomorrow we will be done destroying the true-blooded Lycans, which will make you and your family a spot of prey for my Vargulfs," Cervantes threatened.

The paper was already beginning to soft-fringe under the heavy humidity of the Lagos morning, but the corporate seal at the top of the page—the three interlocking V’s of the Vane-Global Consortium—was stamped in a deep, glossy ink that resisted the dampness. "Jago," I whispered, the name feeling like a dry stone in my mouth. I didn't reach for the folder. I reached behind me, my hand finding the heavy, cold iron of Dante’s forearm. The Alpha was standing three inches deep in the river mud, his massive chest heaving as his real lungs adjusted to the thick, oxygen-heavy air of the coast. The charcoal-black crust that had saved his life in the Swiss vault was flaking off his shoulders in large,

He finally grabbed for the open window to close it, but something occurred to him as he did so. “Wait a second! I never opened this window? As he released go of the window frame, he told himself, ” His eyes widened as he realised what had happened, and he hurriedly let grip of the window and dashed over to the rack of vials on the bookshelf to his left. The door beside the bookcase that led to the office's restroom burst open, and a man dressed in black emerged. His face was hidden by a mask, and daggers extended from both sides of his hands. They both dashed for the vial rack, and Mr. Starkridge was able to get one out before the figure crushed the others with his knife handles. Before he s