The Alpha And His Troublemaker Novels & Stories

He was trying to get him off my trail, I was just hoping that Eaton would listen to his father's words because this could be the beginning of a great war to come. “You're getting it all wrong, father. The tables have changed, I'm playing with Amara and sticking to Kyle” This was the end for me. I'm sticking to my mate no matter the cause. “Did I make a wrong decision, buying her over into this house?” Alpha Landon protested, knowing that his son was very hard but to crack. “You didn't father and I appreciate you for bringing her into my life. If I get mated to her, these question would end” He stutters, these words got me amused only if he knows that I'm not his mate.

“Then the deal is broken. You failed. When we find her, she’s ours. Forget about keeping her under your roof.” The words snapped something inside me. Before she could take another breath, my claws severed her head from her body. No one—no witch, no council, no Alpha—will take my Angel. Unknown POV --- The fight between the Alphas had shaken the forest. Both were beautiful, but one was mad. He cheated, poisoned his claws, and left the good wolf to die. When they were gone, I stepped from the shadows. Strong, I easily lifted the wounded Alpha and carried him to my cabin. His chest wound oozed blackened blood. Only a silver blade could cut deep enough to drain the poison.

Asher grumbled. “Well, if you learn to behave, I will try,” I said flatly. “What do you mean you learned to behave?” he demanded, almost petulant. “I am not the problem here, Alpha. You are,” I pointed out, crossing my arms across my chest. “Ever stopped to take a look at yourself? How furiously annoying, egoistic, typical Alpha male you are? It’s like the entire universe revolves around you. I get it, you have the looks, the money…”

“It turns out that Alpha is more cunning than anyone else.” “He knows how to play his game because he has people doing his thinking for him,” Angel said. “He's not as cunning as he thinks, so only something serious can cause relations between the Alpha and his followers to fracture. However, the breaking point will never be because of the sorceress.” “It must be because of their beta,” Jackson said. “They have to be made to believe that his Beta is betraying him for him to be upset. From the latest reports, it appears that Beta is the one who has taken over the reins of solving and containing the community's problems.”

I looked at him with artificial innocence and begged him, "Please, let me go." He loosened his grip but shouted insistently, "You are dreaming; I looked for you a lot, now I have found you, and I will not leave you." I exhaled narrowly, lifted my head to heaven tiredly, and rationally addressed him, "Listen to me, Alpha; I am never fit for you nor fit to be your companion. I am a rogue with bad manners and behavior." "You can say I'm a pile of trouble walking on two legs, and it's better for you, and your group to reject me and release me before I bring you shame."

He was unusually calm and confident again, unlike him, who would always want people to know he was capo. "Coming to my ring to fight?" He puffed the smoke into my face and sucked in again, releasing another thick smoke on me. I coughed as I inhaled the smoke. "That's the most despicable way to come claim his mate. As an alpha, he's supposed to be proud, determined. Unyielding. Ruthless..." "Not everyone would be like you," I cut in sharply amidst the smoke. I was already sweating and I thought I reeked... I hadn't had a bath for two days now.

Given the history I had with these people, I could never be sure… But the mad Alpha still had some use for me even now, so the food was clean. I took a slow bite and listened carefully. “…I am not interested in what kind of problems they have,” the mad Alpha sounded authoritative. There was no ambiguity in his voice like I’d heard before. “Tell them that if they are not ready on time, they will share the destiny of those who failed before them.” I gulped. This was confirming what I’d always suspected – he had allies everywhere. Werewolves working for them. Traitors in our own ranks.

the Gamma said, his voice reverberating around the lounge area. “He’s a terrible Alpha,” the Beta said. “He’s ruining our pack. He’s making deals with humans that our pack hasn’t agreed to. He has a human bank account. He hordes the pack’s money and spends whatever he wants on himself. He goes on vacations all the time, leaving our pack without anyone to run it. He’s a vile, selfish man, and he’s making threats to march on other packs, to take them over.” “What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Is this true?” I asked Alpha Miles.

"You're lucky the tears weren't deeper, Kira. Pushing your body to its absolute human limit twelve hours after a rogue attack is a special kind of foolish." "I had to prove I belonged in that pit," I said, wincing slightly as he applied a fresh layer of cold, herbal salve to my shoulder. "You proved you have a jaw like iron and zero regard for your own survival," a deep voice purred from the doorway. Marcus leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. He’d traded his dirt-caked training gear for a crisp black shirt, looking every bit the high-ranking Beta. "The Alpha wants you in the main study," Marcus said, straightening up. "And he doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Alex watched his beautiful omega fall into a deep slumber. He kissed his lover's temple and pulled the covers up over Ash's shoulders. He then traced a finger down Ash's cheek and along his jaw bone. He closed his eyes. He hated seeing Ash like that. He never wanted anything bad to happen to Ash, and he felt like he had failed him. Was he a bad alpha? He didn't really know. However, he couldn't think about that at the moment. He knew that Ash was now safe, and now he had to go have a little chat with Boss.