The Alpha And The Vigilante Novels & Stories

Alpha Killan's irritation was obvious as his fist made a resounding thud against the table. “Bullsh*t! I'm not joking! Our lives are at stake!" Killan's mind was clouded with frustration as they struggled to make sense of the situation at hand. Doubts crept in, causing them to question whether any of it truly mattered. "Excuse me, dear Alphas, my Alpha is absolutely right. The alliance between rogues and witches is a formidable force to be reckoned with. Not like we are doing now. You don't want to believe Alpha Killan, even though everything he says is true." The Alphas were struck by the profound impact that Beta Cato's response had on the conversation.

His gaze shifted to Joel and Ankara, a silent acknowledgement passing between them before they began to approach him. Joel took the first step, raising his hand to meet Alpha Jimmy’s in a firm handshake. The exchange of grips was a symbol of respect and solidarity, a passing of the torch from one Alpha to the next. Then, with a steady hand, Alpha Jimmy guided the blade to slice through the skin on Joel’s palm. A sharp hiss escaped Joel’s lips as the blade seared through his flesh, the smell of singed skin filling the air. But as I saw the reassuring squeeze that Ankara gave him, a look of determination and resilience settled over Joel’s features.

"We can't sit back and watch our pack members get torn into shreds." "We won't, mates. The Alpha has gone to investigate, and he was furious." "May God has mercy on those souls his wrath may rain upon, cause he definitely won't," a middle-aged woman put forth her comment gaining hms of agreement from the group. "The world should know not to mess with the Blood Howlers pack and its Alpha Hades." Can he though? Could he really fight that monster and win? Could he save them and me? Me? I inwardly laughed at myself for even letting the slight sliver of expectation entering my conscious. He would never save me. Rather if he knew, he would throw me to it without even a first thought, let alone a s

shifters have always had a barely cordial relationship with vampires. But a couple of years ago, my father and my older brother, Clyde, got caught selling a drug to the shifters that had negative repercussions on the latter. The shifters were in cahoots with two Alphas, and at the end of it all, Clyde paid with his life. Ever since, Beruth Sanguinite, my father and the leader of the Nelo Clan, has not given up on his purpose: to drive out the wolf shifters altogether. Clashes have become more commonplace between shifters and vampires, and I try to stay away from a lot of them. The scarred man approaching me was an Alpha, a prominent one. Alphas have a harsher energy about them. Vampires don

the alpha announced with joy. I never knew that the alpha had another side. He was a doting father to his son and he was not that bad in dealing with people. Plus…he did not treat me badly nor say mean things to me. Unlike the beta. My hatred towards that man had never dissipated. He was still the most irritating jerk I ever knew. “What are you watching?” Alpha Hugh asked. We were watching some television series where a doctor is one of the protagonists. I turned around and for a split second, the beta and my eyes met. He was the one who first averted his gaze.

A teenager swearing an oath to protect the weak, to never abuse his power. A young Alpha taking his father's place after a rogue attack, vowing to create a pack built on merit and equality, not just bloodlines. And finally, the moment he'd seen her in the forest, broken and bleeding, and felt the mate bond snap into place with such force it nearly brought him to his knees. "You felt it that strongly?" Aria whispered, her eyes wide with wonder.

An alert blinked red at the top of my monitor. Motion detection……..Rear alley of his office. My gaze sharpened as I see two figures leaning against the wall, smoking. Rogues. Their scent registered even through grainy footage. Unaffiliated, desperate and reckless wolves. Why the fuck was he alone this late? I leaned closer to the screen as he shut down his computer and stood, stretching slightly. He checked his phone and sighed. Then dropped something in an office, grabbed his bag and headed downstairs unaware of what was waiting for him.

It all ended the day she was killed. The thought made me hang limp, subconsciously calculating and charting what the future had in store for me. I would be heavily punished if I ever had this woman. Omegas were seen as whores. And it would be an insult to my pride if I ever mated her …………………………….. “ I’m so sorry girl. You’ve always been the one watching, so I thought you were watching.” the young Beta yelled at her other kind. She turned to me and flashed me an adorable smile, completely concealing the outburst “What do you need Alpha?”

Jag stirred inside me,*Let me help* *Not now, Jag,* I told her as I settled down at my computer, launching the surveillance scans. “I want you on chatter control,” Alpha said, handing me the codes for our towers. “Their cell phones will be bouncing off these. Listen for anything—any information you can get.” He jabbed a finger at the map as he spoke. But all I could think about was Blaise—how he’d vanished, how his Lycan had claimed me. And now, standing before my Alpha, I realized the real danger wasn’t just the rogues outside our borders; it was the fire I carried inside—and the boy who had lit it.

Victor and Mike had made a grave mistake in betraying him, and they would soon learn that there was no place in the world where they could hide from the wrath of an Alpha determined to protect his family. Returning to the main hall, Damien found Alfred waiting for him with a fresh report. “Alpha,” Alfred said, his tone brisk, “we’ve already sent out teams to search for Victor and his family. They’ll be scouring the city and the surrounding areas. And we’ve also placed additional guards at all the pack’s entrances and exits. No one gets in or out without our knowing.”