The Alpha And His Warrior の小説・ストーリー

Fifty of the Smith’s Pack elite warriors poured out, weapons raised, with some shifting halfway into their wolf forms. "Alpha!" They all called out. Alfred, the butler and unexpected tactical commander, jumped out of the lead vehicle. He was flanked by Gamma Reid and the Pack Enforcer too, a massive wolf named Tor. They ran toward the smoking ruins, definitely expecting to find a corpse or at most, a severely injured person almost at the brink of death. They stopped dead at the edge of the green circle, shocked. The warriors lowered their guns instantly. Their jaws dropped. They stared at the grass, then at the frozen statues of the mercenaries, then at the scattered weapons, at the still ve

He turned his back to them and faced us. “Good day King Alpha Jack and Queen Carmela! It's my pleasure to be here, the warriors of your pack is very welcoming and I am admiring how they handily understand the little recommendations that me and my best warriors are giving”. Alpha Zero crossed his big arms around his chest, his aura is so strong and rough there's no ounce of him showing any gentleness. The confidence in the way he talked only fits a powerful wolf with in. “That’s a very good aspect Alpha Zero, how many warriors have you brought here?”.

“This is better.” The Alpha entered behind him. And stopped. The moment his gaze landed on the Warrior, something ancient and terrible crossed his face. “Impossible,” he breathed. He knelt, palm hovering inches above the Warrior’s chest, not touching. The stone beneath his knees cracked outward in response. “You removed a keystone,” the Alpha said, voice hollow. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” I swallowed hard. “I saved him.” “You delayed his death,” the Alpha replied. “At the cost of the land’s equilibrium.”

“How do I know that you will not kill me as soon as I open the door?” I heard a chuckle, though I wasn’t sure who it belonged to as I peaked through the window, I spotted the alpha first, a long scar stretching from his ear to his jaw. He was clean shaven with short brown hair that was neatly pushed back, his eyes the same shade as his wolf. He tall and muscular, his chest bare as he only wore a pair of green shorts, scars lacing his stomach, arms and legs. Whoever he was, he had seen his fair share of battles, I didn’t stand a chance against him let the alone the ten others he had with him. As I suspected, five smaller warriors remained in wolf form, their eyes locked on the door. The one w

He chuckles down the link. I shut it off and connect with Zaire. “Remove the Beta. He is not the male he stated to be. He will not be good for young Alpha Lucas.” “Yes, Alpha.” I slowly step out of the shadows and come face to face with the new young Alpha. He has fear skim his eyes, but he stands up tall in front of me. I nod my head a little and then move on through the shed. “Raphael, take note of all the rogues and pack wolves. This will need a similar clean out that WarriorMind did.”

May's chains rattled as she trembled, her eyes fixed on her father with a mix of fear and anger. "You're not going to win, Ryker," Jake said, his voice firm and resolute. "Your manipulation and deceit end here." Ryker sneered, his eyes blazing with defiance. "You're no match for me, Jake. I have the upper hand." With a sudden movement, Ryker lunged at Jake, his teeth bared in a vicious snarl. Jake dodged just in time, but Ryker's attack was relentless. The two alphas clashed, their growls and snarls echoing through the den which attracted the Alphas men to come out and a war broke out but in no time, Alpha Jake’s warriors had defeated them all.

"I'll fast forward the process, we'll have the results by tomorrow." I can see the defeat in the Alpha's eyes. His pack is in danger, and he doesn't know where all the attacks are coming from. The question is, what should he do next? And how can I help him?

Great training with no proper plan is always a terrible idea. “Your warriors should learn the technique. You should assess weaknesses and strengths so you know who to place where and who to rely on for certain tasks. Do you have a group of trackers at least?” I look between the 3 men who say nothing. Kane puts his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels, while Francis whistles and looks up at the ceiling. My eyes land on Alpha Wade, who turns red. “I am the Tracker.” He finally says. “What? You can’t be the Alpha and the Tracker. You lead your people into battle, you fight side by side with them. You can’t track and fight simultaneously.” I say, in shock.

The big black horses barely made any sound, there was no conversation among the big guards who had large scary tattoos around them. Leading the guards, were four people on black horses; Demenicus Darke, the alpha of the skull pack, Simion and Euvene Darke, the alpha first twin sons, and lastly Reven. F. Darke, the bastard last son of the alpha, who was known by other packs as the Deathkeeper, because of his brutality and savagery.

"Good day.'' Everyone responds in unison as if they are in a choir. The Alpha's fingers work quickly to tie his black shoulder-length hair back from his face, he squares his broad shoulders, then begins his lesson. Riveria feels herself being distracted by him, thinking that he should not be teaching a class of teen girls with raging hormones. She couldn't help but think that he looks like Chris Hemsworth. But with more muscles, tanned skin, one orange-coloured eye, and the other blue. She sighs, knowing that there is no chance on Earth of her catching the Alpha's eyes. He could easily get any female he wants, and the fact that he has no mate made all the females throw themselves at him. But