Stark Varg Alpha Price Novels & Stories

The silver data-mesh that had covered her bed was now floating around her shoulders like a queen's cape, held in place by the magnetic current radiating from her gold-plated skull. "You still think the Alpha is your partner, Zora," she sighed, her violet eyes blinking with the slow, terrifying precision of a camera shutter. "You still think that the ten-billion-dollar price tag Jago put on his head was an estimate of his worth. It wasn't his value. It was his cost. He was in the control group. The heavy hammer we used to beat your template until it broke in exactly the right places. Every time he saved you in the Rust-District, he was just validating the code."

There was only the sound of a hundred men and women scrambling to bow their heads in submission. The next day, the "problem" of Viktor was transformed into a solution. Under Jack's direct and non-negotiable orders, the newly subjugated Alpha made a series of phone calls. Using the Crimson Fangs' extensive network of intimidation and gray-market connections, he "persuaded" a notoriously difficult overseas mining conglomerate to sign an exclusive, long-term supply contract with Sterling Industries. They would provide the exact rare earth metals needed for an alternative to the specialized polymer, and at a price so low it was practically theft. David's weapon had been reforged into Catherine's

I wrenched my head away from the terrifying images that had come to me. "What do you want with me?" "Today is your lucky day, we've found you a mate." "A mate?" He enlarged his eyes in mocking fear, "Yes, you now belong to one of the big bad wolf-men." "How could that be possible-" He went on, "None other than the alpha of the Losten Pack himself," as if he wasn't listening to me. A mobile phone started ringing as he marched to the back of the lab and held it to his ears, saying,

His captor snorted and turned around, giving the Alpha a false hope that he had been spared but just before the Alpha could let out a sigh of relief, life was drained out of him in the blink of an eye. The last thing he saw before leaving the works was the eerie smile of none other than Mark now standing tall before him while he laid on the floor, his body covered in blood. "Idiot," Mark hissed out, his eyes containing fury as he stared down at the naked and bloodied Alpha his wolf had dismantled. He knelt on the floor on one knee and picked up a bottle of liquid. He gently opened the lid and poured every drop of it on the body of the dead Alpha.

“Do you feel any internal pain?” I shake my head, scanning her cautiously; her lab coat covers her tall physique, but her dominant posture hints to me that she’s an alpha, especially with how she ordered the nurse to get Vince. So many rumors have spread over time about Vince, the only alpha in the South, who dares what other alphas shy away from. Well, now I can add him saving me from Barrett as payment for his debt, as to his tally. But I haven’t heard of any female member of the Strays, which means I’m in the dark about something here.

"You should be. I didn't get where I am by being kind. I didn't build this territory by showing mercy. You understand what that means?" "Yes, Alpha." "Do you?" He took a step forward. "It means I'm not your savior. I'm not going to protect you because we share a bond. I didn't ask for this. I didn't want it. And I'm sure as hell that I didn't pay sixty thousand for a mate." Each word hit like a punch. "I bought you because your Alpha disrespected me. Because pack wolves need to remember that rogues don't follow their rules. You're a message, Vada. That's all."

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.

Alpha Franklin smiled at them. "Yes, I know that this will happen. Andrea has been like this since she became my beta. And thanks to her, my pack and warrior is the best of all the rest. I think one hundred fifty thousand gold coins is a cheap price that she can offer. In my perspective, Alpha Andrea gives you more benefits. I remembered that Andrea's payment per head is three hundred thousand gold coins per head. All the werewolves she trained are one of the greatest warriors in my pack. If you accept her proposal, you will not regret it," Alpha Franklin said.

Ozaiah states. The Alpha King turns to face me, and I grow smaller. He raises his hand his braids catch my attention—the weave of his hair symbolizes the victories he has won. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha and King of Basgiath.…” He begins but narrows as he looks toward Gareth. “What is her name?” he growls, and my brother blurts it out. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha of the barbarians and King of Basgiath, the unburnt, take Akemi Ravenscar as my human mate.” He dips his hand into a bowl filled with red liquid and marks my forehead.

I said, keeping my voice steady, “the threat’s gone down.” “Yes, Alpha,” Halvar said, nodding. “Which means... we don’t need the contingency plan anymore.” I knew what he meant. Seraphine. “We don’t have to use the girl as bait anymore,” I said, bluntly. Some of the nobles glanced at each other, surprised, but honestly, they looked relieved too. Nobody argued. Nobody ever did. Good. The meeting rolled on, almost over, then the doors eased open. Gina stepped in. She bowed, every movement perfect. She looked just like always, beautiful, put together,