The Alpha And The Vigilante Novels & Stories

Blurb. He came back from the dead but not for her. Laina was willing to sacrifice everything to protect her pack even marry a man old enough to be her father. Then, on the day she planned to escape, her life was shattered. Her father was murdered before her eyes. And the man standing behind it all was Trey, the mate she had loved, the man she believed had died four years ago. Trey has returned for revenge. He believes Laina betrayed him and abandoned him to years of torture and suffering. Now he has taken her captive and plans to make her pay for every wound he endured. But Trey doesn't know the truth. Laina never betrayed him. And the daughter he believes was taken from him is ali

I struggle to tear my eyes away from them. “The attacks have increased since you have been away.” “Who is doing it?” “The self-acclaimed leader seems to have it in his head that an alpha is behind the attacks.” Belgaire shakes his head with frustration as he grips tightly onto the steering wheel. “An alpha? What Alpha?” “He didn’t share, but I need to look into it.” “You haven’t?” This surprises me, when it comes to rogues Belgaire is the first to jump into a situation. The first to cry out for misjustice…so why hasn’t he been investigating this already.

His shoulders were slumped after losing his only daughter. But the malicious fire of revenge in his black orbs was drastically different from his distressed look, he was glaring dangerously at Vincent. A sliver of dread touched my spine as my mate’s grave illness flashed across my mind. That poison was an example of the Nightfall Pack’s ability to destroy their enemy. Unfazed by the tension hung in the air, Vincent spoke calmly. “I think you are here for an important business, Alpha Benjamin.” A low, deterred growl escaped from Alpha’s mouth as he reigned over his feral wolf with great struggle and bowed, baring his neck in submission.

I whispered. The scout grabbed my wrist, his eyes wide with terror. “They don’t die,” he rasped. “We cut them down, burned them, but they rose again. Eyes like fire… their shadows fought with them” He coughed, crimson spilling from his lips. “The Alpha is coming.” His hand went limp in mine. That night, they struck.

Violet's jaw dropped at the mention of the substantial reward. "That's a huge sum," she murmured. "Let's hear what the Alpha has to say about this," the reporter continued, and the camera switched to Alpha James, seated in his office in a black alpha robe. He looked dignified, but there were dark circles under his eyes, revealing his lack of sleep.

When you could barely maintain eye contact with the same woman you were praying not to end your life in the next couple of hours, confidence was only a concept that was unachievable even by my standards. As much as there is something incredibly tempting about being famous in another pack, this time it is for all the wrong reasons. I decided to keep the imminent danger In the back of my mind and focus on what is more important, which is getting full knowledge of why the hell I had a picture of me stamped with WANTED on an emergency broadcast. Alpha Nightshade's face appeared in front of the screen man! “The Alpha was spotted in the pack earlier this night and is rumored to have been spying on

Victor looked at me from his peripheral, waiting for my answer. "Each Alpha must face one another one on one and both need to be able to fight and defend their title," I stated, "Huxley wasn't able to defend himself and he was dying in your hold before Quade could kill him. That's why Quade couldn't get his power and it explains why you couldn't kill Huxley," I gnawed at my bottom lip, letting my eyes travel down Victor's figure before whispering, "you, Victor Silva, are the new Alpha of rogues."

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.”

Again, lying is useless, but I could stall, at least for a few more minutes until his anger would subside, even just a little. “Alpha,” he echoed, sliding those golden eyes across the glass wall, gazing at the road and the walking path, seeing nothing. Rumbled questions rolled in his mind, while he was trying his best not to turn over this table and go on a rampage. Viggo. I never thought we would end this way. He’s part of the Blackmist pack, a rogue that Alpha Rowan took under his wing for another chance at life. Also, a member with an alpha bloodline and, like me, Beta Ansel hates his guts. It’s the reason we got together, the three of us, Spade, Viggo, and me.

he says, and I settle into the mindset of a vigilante. Alpha Ernest is about to find out what happens when you cross the Alpha King.