Stark Varg Alpha Price Novels & Stories

"Oh did he agree? How many warriors is he willing to send with us? I think the more the better, his mother is such a darling I enjoyed talking to her." I took a glance at her and paced towards the window, there was no visible moon in the sky tonight. It’s quite different from the sky in the Palace. "You have a role to play on this deal Zeina and honestly I wouldn't mind if you say no. You have the right to do whatever you want with your life and I am putting your happiness and safety as a priority. I want you to know that." I met her gaze and she frowned. "Why? What did Alpha Francis want in exchange for the help that he's giving us?"

But before I could even think of a way to escape, the men started moving towards me with purpose, and I knew that I had to act fast if I wanted to survive. "W-Who are you?" I asked them all while holding a vase I took from the table beside me, aiming it at the faces. The man in black sitting on the chair raised his left hand and the other men froze in their tracks before returning to their former standpoint. He placed his feet on the floor and looked at me, "Lilian Rowan," he called me by my full name and I looked at him in shock. How did he know my name? He continued speaking, "Your parents have sold you to me, Miss Rowan. You can either come with us willingly, or you can join them in the g

Kyra took a deep breath, and continued to move towards the long table. “Alpha, I shouldn't be in here with you. I don’t think it’s advisable to eat lunch together. You are an alpha and I’m just the girl you bought for a hundred thousand dollars from her mate who did not want anything to do with her.” Kyra said once she got to the table.

They didn't give me clothes because they wanted other Alphas to see what would happen to their family if they were involved in a war against them. "I started to walk to the stage hearing someone say, "Here. Let me present to you the Former Alpha's daughter, Alice Harrison. She is beautiful and a pure virgin Omega, everyone. Feel free to offer your price." I was feeling numb. I was feeling like a product that would be sold on the market. I walked to the center of the stage slowly while lowering my head. "Start with the pricing," Auctioneer said beside me. "SOLD OUT." Someone with a deep voice declared loudly.

Varg shrugged his shoulder and folded his arms lazily. “I have no problem if we are alone, but with the presence of others, you should behave according to the rules. Nash is your Alpha, and I am nothing. I don’t want you to suffer just because of silly things.” Seeing the look of disagreement on Varg’s face, I added. “I still need you in my plan, Varg. So if you still want to see a day where I can be your Alpha, do as I said.” “Understood,” Varg replied.

"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."

Mike took the information about the order and went directly to Avery. "Sterling Group's purchasing department has ordered five thousand Storm series drones from us," Mike exclaimed. "What do they plan to do with so many drones?" Avery took the order form from his hand and had a look. "Our Storm series drone's selling price is set at nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine per unit. Five thousand units will cost them ninety-nine million nine hundred and ninety-five thousand dollars!" Mike took a deep breath and said, "Why don't we upcharge them? If we charge them twenty thousand dollars per unit, we can earn one hundred million dollars from this order alone."

My roommate, Megan Williams, stole the thesis I had spent 187 days writing and revising through twenty-seven drafts for my grad school recommendation. She put her own name on it and submitted it to the college, taking my recommendation spot and deleting every original file from my computer. When I confronted her, she dropped to the floor and started crying. She said I had no right to slander her when I failed to get recommended for grad school. Then she posted a long message in the class group chat, claiming I had plagiarized and had a messy private life. Hundreds of messages flooded in, all of them scolding me. I went to the student counselor. He simply sighed and said, "You're cl

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.

he says, managing to pull his eyes off of my wrinkles long enough to get back to the subject at hand. “I see,” I say, not exactly sure what he’s getting at. It pops into my mind that Aria’s father used to be the Alpha of one of those southern packs, Vargas, until he was run off from his home, which was pillaged and burned. My father claims to have had nothing to do with that, but I’m not sure. Maybe today I’ll find out more clues as to whether or not that’s accurate.