Stark Varg Alpha Top Speed Novels & Stories

"Alpha!" Sol's prowess as the Beta of the Red Moon Pack was unquestionable. The woman actually kept her promise to come as quickly as possible and managed to arrive at the same time as Ullric, who had finally found a road that could be traveled by car. When Sol saw the state of Ullric and Lulla, who were not wearing any clothes, the woman immediately ordered someone to hand Ullric some clothes. Sol approached Ullric to take Lulla from the alphas. Sol's brow involuntarily creased when she could tell that Lulla's condition was worse than she expected.

Alpha Roy felt some pressure and gulped while smiling nervously. At the release of Erik's aura, his speed was even faster than before. Erik was running towards Alpha Roy to close the gap between them. While trying to get closer to Alpha Roy at a tremendous speed, Alpha Roy continuously turned the ground close to Erik into a mud-like form while attacking him with rocks. Erik is having difficulty getting close to Alpha Roy, but he knows that because of his sudden speed, Alpha Roy feels nervous. Erik cannot get close to Alpha Roy while. The Alpha couldn't follow Erik's speed with his eyes. Alpha Roy felt impatient as time passed that he couldn't even land an attack on Erik.

That way, we can zero in on where she can be' Caleb mused, thinking deeply. I nodded, looking at him. I marveled at his plan. It was good. I knew he had Alpha blood in him but I just wasn't sure how. Only an Alpha would really be able to come up with such a strategy and that too on such a short notice. It was in an Alpha's blood to be able to think and act on the spot and only an Alpha, a true Alpha would be able to do this, just like Caleb just did. Caleb is indeed an Alpha, a true Alpha but how?

“And he will not touch you. Not while I breathe, not while I live, not while I am Alpha, not while I am yours.” The first ripple of movement on the ridge caught my attention. Silver streaks of light, almost liquid in their fluidity, slithering through the shadows. Zane. Alpha of the Silver Light Pack. Predator, hunter, relentless Alpha who desired Ester not as a wolf, not as a mate, but as a vessel of power. The white wolf—my mate—half immortal, half divine, tethered to me, and infinitely desirable in a way that Zane could never understand.

CHAPTER 11 Nova Sterling Point Of View “Look.” Vangh's lips brush my ear as he points to his chest. A fake tattoo stretches across his breast, reading “Property of Alpha House.” Which now peels off like old wallpaper. His real tattoo markings surface underneath. It’s a rebel symbol hidden all along, a secret no one knows. Sloane appears beside us, stretching her knife at Vaughn's throat. “You lying bastard.” Her wedding dress smells of burnt sugar- sharp and sweet. “How long have you been working for the rebels?”

she commented. She massaged her neck to somehow alleviate the pain that lingered. When she decided to just leave the condo and let him off the hook, she immediately stepped on the side the moment Alpha Alaric lunged at her with his sharp claws. If she did not dodge it, she could have seriously gotten wounded. She stared at the shattered wall and then at the back of the alpha. Castellana snorted. "A wolf's speed can never be faster than a vampire's," she commented with her tone of voice laced with mockery. "Even if you are an alpha from the Ivanov Bratva, it makes no difference. Ask me why, Alpha Alaric Ivanov."

Gittens roared as his eyes widened slightly while Director Alex went pale. I was just as shocked, everyone was, but not as shocked as Nathaniel, whose eyeballs were about to pop off. "Hmm, what is going on? Why is everyone so surprised?" Elara, who was obviously oblivious to everything that was going on asked. "That's because only one out of the six Alphas has such speed," Grim spoke up. "Speed? What speed?" Elara asked, confused and I sighed.

a deep, booming voice rumbled from the shadow of the valley trail. Alpha Varga strode through the snow, his massive, seven-foot frame casting a wide shadow over the white landscape. He didn't wear a cuirass like Dmitry; his chest was bare beneath an open mantle of bear hide, showing the thick, jagged scars of a hundred territorial disputes. His white beard was frozen with rime, and his scent was overwhelming—stale blood, wet dog, and the bitter, sharp ozone of an alpha whose dominance was being tested.

The vibrations of the road hummed through the floor, rattling my teeth. ‎ ‎Opposite me sat Vargo. ‎ ‎He was cleaning his fingernails with a small, serrated knife. He had removed his tactical helmet, revealing a pale, hairless scalp and eyes that looked like wet stones. He watched me with a predatory amusement, like a cat that had finally cornered a particularly troublesome mouse. ‎ ‎"You're quiet," Vargo observed, his voice smooth as oil. "Most prisoners scream. Or beg. Or bargain." ‎ ‎"I'm not a prisoner," I said, my voice flat. "I'm the fiancée of your Alpha. I'm coming home."

He is so tight, so wet, his internal heat scalding my skin as his body instinctively recognizes its lord. "Yes!" Stevens screams, his claws digging deep into the flesh of my back, drawing thin lines of blood. "Drive it deeper, Alpha! Breed your Luna! Breed me!" I lift his hips off the bed and begin pounding into him with ruthless, primal efficiency. Every thrust rocks his heavy frame, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing off the stone walls. His broad chest glistens with sweat, his heavy cock bouncing against his stomach, leaking wetness over his ab muscles as I work him into a frenzy.