Stark Varg Alpha Top Speed Novels & Stories

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 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,

Tyler steered the utility transport down the bayside pavement, and Finn’s internal wolf experienced a sudden spike of high-velocity adrenaline as the familiar silhouette of the high-performance car materialized within the villa’s perimeter. The precise nature of the tactical layout Val had engineered for the evening remained completely unverified by his system, though the specific details carried zero actual weight. The absolute priority dominating the alpha's core processing unit was the immediate re-establishment of physical integration with the omega. He harbored an intense requirement—a critical, primal necessity—to lock his massive arms around Val’s frame once more, an existential vulne

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."

"I am yours, Magnus! Ah... fuck! Right there! Hit it right there!" I adjust my angle, striking his deep sweet spot with every heavy, punishing drive. I reach down, wrapping my large hand around his hard shaft, stroking him in time with my violent thrusts. Stevens wriggles frantically, his internal muscles pulsing around my cock like a thousand tiny hands trying to milk me dry. "Come for me, Stevens," I command, my voice booming through his head via our mental link. "Show me how much you need your Alpha's knot!"