The Alpha And His Warrior Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Enough, Beta. Get these men out of my sight. I don’t want to see them.” “Yes, Alpha,” Beta Alphonse answers. I watch as he jerks his head and the warriors drop the whips. He speaks to the men on their knees. “Get up.” When none of them move he speaks again. “Get up now, or face being whipped to death. I won’t tell you again.”

I began drawing my wrists back from his tight grip yet he did not let go as though he wanted me to tell him everything. “You’re hiding something, what is it?” He tensed, his soft jade eyes looking at me with apprehension and scrutiny as he hauled me up and dragged me to the remote area where wolves were not fighting. “We are not under any rogue attack, Katarina. We are in a war against Alpha of Alphas.” His words confirmed my fear. Alpha of Alphas, that what he existed for the whole world, but a beast hindered in superficial beauty for me. And then his eyes widened in realisation, and his hold promptly loosened. He joined pieces together, body tensing and eyes shining with realisation as he

“I do not need a babysitter.” He smirks. “Good. Because I am not your babysitter.” His eyes drop to my stance. “I am your Alpha.” “And I am your problem.” He says nothing to that, but the look he gives me says too much. Three warriors step forward, eager, arrogant, ready to prove something. The tallest cracks his knuckles. “We heard you were… decent back then.” Marcus walks by and mutters at them, “You three better pray.” The first warrior lunges. I dodge easily and slam my elbow into his ribs. He drops to one knee. I sweep his legs. He hits the ground hard.

My wolves were already moving through the paralyzed ranks, stripping the invaders of their weapons and silver armor. "What do we do with the captured units, Alpha?" my lead beta warrior asked, bowing his head so low his forehead nearly touched the blood-slicked stones. The entire pack was looking at me now, not just with loyalty, but with a terrifying, religious awe. They had seen their Alpha survive a flatline and stand tall under a cloud of electric gold dragon wings.

he shouted, trying to kick Alpha Seymour. I had the same question as him. Alpha Seymour looked at him with nothing but coldness in his eyes. Far from his hospitality before, I cannot see the man who welcomes us in his woods. “ This is a war of the Tri-Alpha. Alpha King is dead and our deal is off. He didn’t transform into his wolf form. Heiress Victoria Erebus is mine and the warriors are all mine to lead.” Alpha Zac and Alpha Riley trash against the warriors holds. “ You fucking piece of shit! Heck. You planned all of this, aren’t you?! You want her and the warriors all by yourself!”

I smiled. "What if I did?" He said, trying to be bold. "Even if you did... it would never work out." I blurted. He flinched at what I said and didn't talk anymore. I waited and waited but he didn't say a thing, even his friends didn't utter a word. "She's right, you know?" Misa unexpectedly said, making me look at her. "I'm sure you heard me say it before, you know... when you were eavesdropping. He's an alpha and not just any alpha, he's an elite among elite."

But Anna is his replica, with the same piercing shade of eyes. “Dad…” I swallow, feeling a pinch in my chest. “I…” “You what? You ruined things, right?” “I was at the pack house yesterday,” I mutter, hating the way he glares at me, like I am worth nothing. Like I can do nothing. “And I found the Alpha of the Blood Ridge Pack.” “Please tell me you put a knife to his gut.” I bite my lips, taking a slow step back. My eyes fall to the ground, just as I shake my head slowly.

“So, to go in to detail, the Alpha is the leader of the pack and his right-hand man is his Beta. His Beta’s duties include helping in battle and prisoner questioning. The Beta is also the one who promotes warriors and trains them or delegates those task to Head Warriors.” Bailey spoke. I nod my head in understanding as I feel Sophia scoot closer to me on the couch and grab my hand excitedly.

* *He is still my father, and the Alpha won't take kindly to you killing his warriors* *Fine*

My father’s wolf stepped forward, tail stiff, head high. Hold, he linked, the Alpha bond cracking through every mind like a whip. No one chases. No one panics. We kill what crosses. We keep them away from town. A chorus of voices answered through the link, warriors confirming, betas acknowledging, the Gamma repeating the instructions so the younger ones didn’t forget. And then the first enemy moved. It didn’t lunge like a wolf. It darted like a blade. It slammed into our front line with unnatural speed, scales scraping against teeth as one of our warriors snapped at its neck, And broke a tooth. The warrior yelped, stumbling back. The scaled creature turned its head slowly, almost amused, and