Stark Varg Alpha Top Speed Novels & Stories

"This car costs twenty times more than your Honda. Do you really think I'd let you park next to it? Please. This is a—" "Ferrari 488 GBT, V8 engine, 3902 cc displacement, 670 horsepower at 8000 rpm. Goes from 0 to 200 km in 8.3 seconds, and clocks a lap time at Fiorano in one minute, twenty-three seconds," Alexia interrupted, staring him down. Then she looked at the car. "It's nice, but way too flashy. Doesn't suit a magnate. And you? You definitely don't suit it either."

I yelled. The alpha turned to look at me. Stark was still struggling to get freed. "Please put him down." I requested. The alpha put Stark down and Stark was gasping for air. "Please leave." I said to Stark. "You will pay for this." Stark said, glaring at the alpha. The alpha smirked and Stark only got more annoyed and left. I heard the door slam shut and Stark's footsteps as he left with his car.

Kaira found her in the garage that evening. Alina was sitting on the floor beside the rear wheel with the car's performance data pulled up on the system in front of her, specifically the straight line speed metrics from the last three races laid out side by side so she could see the pattern clearly. The pattern was not encouraging. She was giving up between four and six kilometers per hour on open straights against the top finishers in each race. At rank twenty six that deficit was manageable. At rank twenty two against drivers who built their entire approach around straight speed it was going to be a different conversation.

“The northern pass of Barnes is secure under my iron vanguard, leaving your scouts with nothing but empty hours. If your spirit lacks the drive to unearth this snake within the design guild, packed your hides and report to the frost ridges by dawn. I will map the tracks of this digital ambush myself.” “By the ancient spirits, Alpha, calm the beast,” Evan muttered, his irritation instantly dissolving into the submissive cadence of a beta acknowledging his warlord. “There is no need to exile my bones to the mountain borders over a scribe's machine. I am initializing the tracking runners across the Citadel’s networks this very hour.”

The dust hadn't even settled from the media firestorm before the roar of a high-performance engine echoed off the reinforced glass gates of the Miller Global estate. Alpha Kaelen Vane didn't wait for the security team to authorize his entry. He slammed his SUV into park, the tires screaming against the asphalt, and surged out of the vehicle like a man possessed.

Even Eloria couldn’t decipher them all. “What are you saying?” she hissed, trying to make sense of it. But before she could move again, Varek lunged. “Marek!” she cried. The Alpha moved instantly, his wolf snarling and launching forward. The ground exploded beneath its paws as it collided with Varek mid-air. They rolled and crashed into a tree, splinters flying. The possessed Alpha moved with impossible speed — his movements jerky, unnatural, as though pulled by invisible strings.

"The Silver-Mercenaries won't wait for the Alpha to finish rubbing oil into your scars. Get up!" I rolled to the side just as her heel slammed into the spot where my head had been, the obsidian floor cracking under the force of her strike. I scrambled to my feet, my lungs burning, the "Silver Sear" in my chest throbbing with a phantom heat. "I can't match her speed," I whispered to Sasha. "She’s an Alpha-Prime. She’s too fast."

Alpha Leonardo fingers brushed my hair. He whiffed. “This is the perfect idea. Sophia will be grateful for that.” His lips pressed against my forehead. Breaking off, he reached for Vogar, lifting and throwing him over his shoulder. Alpha Leonardo’s fingers locked with mine. We stormed out of the warehouse. The sun had already set. The cold breeze lashed my exposed skin as I entered the car, Lucy had left outside. After Alpha Leonardo was able to identify it among others. Alpha Leonardo fixed Vogar in the booth of the car, locking him in.

It displayed two colored streaks of lightning circling the globe where one was blue and the other red. Carter pointed to the red one. "This is the new trace we got from the original speedrealm energy which has been reacting at unstable level unlike the normal speedrealm energy." "So, what does this have to do with the 'speedster killer' ?" "I'm getting to that." Carter went on.

I sensed an immediate spark, beneath my skin a force so intense that my breath hitched. He maintained eye contact with me a moment longer than necessary, then abruptly looked away as if it caused him pain to meet my eyes. I felt a constriction in my chest. “What are you, after?" I asked, tough I didn’t mean for my tone to come off that way, but it sure sounded like it. “I want the bike ready before dark " he stated. Brief. Clipped. All Alpha efficiency. I stared at him. "Wow. You commanded that as if I were one of your troops.”