The Alpha And The Vigilante Novels & Stories

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.

Victor crawls on the ground, keeping a low profile, but a man in swat gear pulls the Alpha up by the back of his shirt. Clearly, he wasn't expecting a fight, and when Victor roundhouse kicks the officer and steals his gun, he's thoroughly surprised as he hits the ground. The Alpha's not one for bloodshed, but for the sake of survival, he takes down two policemen's non-fatal shots to the legs. The area clears out as more bodies drop, other Pack Alpha's who aren't as merciful as him. Victor ignores the pang of guilt, the mourning he feels for the enemy because of the precious loss of life.

“The Alpha told me himself when he asked for these rooms to be prepared. Said they’d be permanent residents so we were to be sure these rooms had everything his and the young ‘uns do.” “Did he say anything about the attack?” the middle aged woman asked with a hint of excitement. “What attack!?” gasped the softer voice, sounding slightly panicked. “Not here, gel. Down in the lower land where the coven resides. Rogue army attacked them and some of our own. The Alpha doesn’t share that kind of information with us, but you know my boy Archie is one of the warriors who is assigned down at High Valley. He told me his buddy Flynn was in the group sent to help during the attack. Flynn says the warri

Authorities Cite 'Vigilante Justice' as Evidence of Massive Criminal Enterprise Surfaces. Willow stood in the hallway, the phone trembling in her hand. She knew Roman was capable of violence—he was an Alpha—but this was a message written in bone and blood. He had dismantled an entire legacy in a single night. One enemy down, she thought, her resolve hardening. Now for the old wolf. "It’s over, Vincent Hale," she whispered. "Let’s end this." Clutching her phone like a weapon, she straightened her spine and marched toward suite.