Romans & histoires The Alpha And The Vigilante

That she would have the strength to protect herself and Raven along with that of our pups. When someone once said their lives flashed before their eyes in the moment before they almost died, I thought they were mad. But here I was seeing myself a pup in my mother’s embrace, the smell of her perfume crossing my nose. The day of the attack my father’s life snuffed out by a ruthless bastard, the day I became Alpha, the day I found out Lilith and I were mates and the day I met Raven. I may not have lived a long life but what I had lived had been full of ups and downs. But above all, I was unbelievably happy. When a pain suddenly formed in my chest, I knew it was the witches doing. Clasping my ch

He let out a bone chilling growl that silenced the battlefield for a heartbeat before the fight raged on. My breath caught as I saw the three Alphas shift as well. Together, they stormed the enemies like a tempest; fangs ripping, claws slashing, leaving destruction in their wake. I shivered as Damon lunged, driving his claws into a man’s chest with savage precision. Blood sprayed, and the man crumpled. The three alphas were less brutal; neck snapping, biting down hard on throats, flinging bodies as though they weighed nothing. The enemies were reducing in numbers, as they fell one after the other. The palace ground looked like a graveyard.

I didn't see Genesis again after dinner. Maybe Alpha Gibson forbade him from seeing me. I wouldn't put it past him. It wouldn't be difficult for him, not as an Alpha. The tiny room that I once thought was cozy now felt like a prison. Being alone wasn't as peaceful as I expected, especially knowing that I was the reason for a fight between a father and son. And they were werewolves. The door opened just as I was staring out the tiny window. Alpha Hartwin stepped in, and Alpha Gibson followed. His presence alone felt like a warning.

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.

“I want to know more about you. You are my mate, and soon you will be my Luna. Arrangement or not, we need to get to know each other. So today will be just about that. And tomorrow when we go back home, we can go back to being bloodthirsty for each other. Deal?” “There’s…there’s nothing much to know about me,” I muttered, panic settling in fast. “I doubt that, Ivyanka,” he said. “ Now, we have someone waiting for us,” As he held out his hand to me and as much as a part of me wanted to protest, I found myself placing my hand in his. There was a sense of safety to his touch. A wordless reassurance that he, my Alpha, was here to protect me for as long as we both shall live. But the point was...

And just as quickly as it had appeared, the creature vanished into the night, leaving no trace of its passage. The howl of the Alpha echoed through the forest, sending shivers down the spines of all who heard it. Its tone was menacing, a warning to anyone who dared to challenge its authority. He let out a fierce howl, a declaration to the world that he would not tolerate any harm coming to his mate and child. He was a man of ruthless determination, sparing no one in his path, not even the innocent. Alpha Nero will never trust anyone again, even if he evaluates them himself. What they witnessed did not surprise them. Jhane Umutoy, Verity's personal assistant, is a traitor.

My fur was unique as it was a silver color and I had a black strand on my head. I attacked the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack immediately and gave him a bad bite on his neck. He was bleeding profusely. I was also getting tired at that moment. They've been after us for weeks. They are the only pack that has taken me so much time to kill ever since I became a protector. I continued killing the other wolves as they were omegas and rogues, it was very easy for me to kill. I changed back to my human form immediately and I was naked. I didn't care. Alpha Jareth must not die. I went to Alpha Jareth. I grabbed his wrist and he was hot.

I read page one hundred and forty seven that night by lamplight while Isla slept in the adjoining room. The chapter was dense, pack historical record, written in the dry and precise language of documentation rather than storytelling. It detailed the emergence of one Helena Carew, age nineteen, in the winter of 1887. The physical account of the shift itself was clinical and unflinching. Then came the political aftermath: six Alphas mobilizing within seventy two hours of the confirmed emergence. Three brutal pack wars over the following eighteen months. The Ironveil Alpha of that generation had taken Helena under his protection, not out of sentiment, but out of strategic calculation, buying a

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."