Stark Varg Alpha Price Novels & Stories

“What do you hope to get out of this?” “As you know my club runs a weapons trade, with our new prospect we will also be delving into the intel side of things. I suggest becoming business partners, we can supply you with the guns and information needed to carry out your hits,” I paused, allowing this to sink in. There was no surprise in Stryker’s expression, he knew this would eventually come, Killian, however seemed to be taken a little off guard by it all. “My tech guy is currently working to financially disable the Lords, we will split the proceeds fifty fifty with you, securing the funds in untraceable offshore accounts.”

“Remember, say nothing to the Alpha yet about Tanya’s plot or this new information on your lineage. We need more solid ground before we risk exposing everything.” Alara nodded, determination sparking in her eyes. “Understood. Thank you for helping me.” He inclined his head. “We’re in this together. If Tanya and Cyrus truly plan to destabilize the pack, we’ll need every advantage we can get. Your mother’s legacy could be exactly that, assuming we can unlock its secrets.”

“I don’t have a child yet. If he loses interest now, he will discard me, and I don't even want to think of what he would do to me.” My stomach dropped. “What do you mean discard,” the witch asked. “You know what Alphas do,” Hera said impatiently. “Once I give him an heir, I’ll be useless to him.” I felt something hot and sharp twist in my chest. “That’s not true,” I whispered to myself. “Rider wouldn’t.” The witch tilted her head. “You want it stronger.” “Yes,” Hera said immediately. “Stronger than before.” “There are consequences,” the witch warned.

she tells the boutique saleswoman, "my paws want to try it on my body right now!" The shop wolf smiles with professional teeth. "Ah, that is our signature alpha piece—the true pride of our entire Blackwynd boutique line. It costs eighty-eight thousand eight hundred resource tokens. Most lower-rank customers don't even dare ask my mouth about it, but your snout has exquisite taste and real high-pack confidence!" Mirelle basks in the loud flattery, not caring about the high token price tag at all. Eighty-eight thousand tokens? Zafira’s black alpha card can easily handle that tiny weight!

With all the sincerity I could muster, I asked him, "Can you help me?" He didn't blink, didn't even soften. "And how exactly can I be of help?" He asked in a clipped and cold way. I swallowed. "Frost, you're the most influential Alpha I know. You could easily use your connections with other Alphas to access the security companies in their pack. They have large facilities–unused and underused ones. Now, if Magic Stone could lease some of them for mass production of high demand potions like the revitalizing draught, the stamina serum, and the–"

“You dare cage someone under my protection?” “I dare charge you for the privilege of getting her back,” the Handler replied smoothly. “One million. Cash. You have twenty-four hours.” “One million?” I laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Do you have any idea who you’re threatening?” “I know exactly who you are, Alpha Arthur. Strongest Alpha in Northern Europe. Leader of the Northern Moon Rise Pack. Quite impressive credentials.” His voice remained calm. “Which is precisely why I know you can afford my price.”

​The Blood-Debt Negotiation ​Alpha stepped toward Sierra, the Wolf-Core pulsing with a rhythmic, amber light in his hand. "Look at what we’ve become, Sierra. You’ve turned our legacy into a shield for the weak. You’ve spent billions on 'stabilization' and 'healthcare' for the Alphas. Do you have any idea what that core is worth on the black market? It’s not a cure. It’s a currency." ​"It’s our people’s lives, Alpha," Sierra countered, her emerald eyes flaring. "If you take that core, the Alpha-Gene will collapse. Thousands will die in the streets. You’d burn the city just to see your balance sheet go up?"

He'd never met any, but perhaps they existed. "Dagerstanteen." Varnas pointed to the fuel clutched in Rhylent's tentacle. "This fuel is expensive and rare." "Spare me your negotiation tactics." Rhylent tipped his chin upward, making him seem even taller. "Price?" "Nine sotons." One of Varnas's comically bushy eyebrows rose. Rhylent didn't flutter a single long eyelash at the number, but the younger Dagerstanteen looked like he might faint.

"The data is fabricated!" "The data is encrypted by the central grid, Vance," Rowan growled low, a dark, dangerous smile flexing the corner of his mouth as his apex aura detonated across the room—a suffocating cloud of rain and ash that forced every alpha in the room to instantly drop their shoulders. "My wife just gave you a solution to your resource dispute. You will drop your allocation demand back to the baseline, you will pay a fifty percent tariff on the smuggled crude to the central treasury, or I will deploy the fifth battalion to seize your commercial docks before sunset."

(Vivian's POV) Alpha Warrick stared at me with thinly veiled impatience, his silver-streaked fur seeming to bristle as he continued pushing for a lower price on my Northern Territory villa. "The market has continued to decline," he insisted, leaning forward in his chair. "Fifteen percent reduction is more than reasonable." Before I could respond, She-wolf Kaelia placed a manicured hand on the table, her scent sharpening with anxiety. "We were the first to make an offer!" she exclaimed, her voice rising an octave. "There should be some acknowledgment of priority, surely?"