Novelas y relatos de The Alpha Billionaire Club Trilogy

"For a private account in the city. It’s a trust fund I’ve been building since the day I knew about the triplets. I was saving it for when they turned eighteen, for when they shifted and had to find their own way in the world. But they don't need to wait for eighteen anymore. They’ve already fought more than most Alphas do in a century." He reached out with his mind again, that warm, heavy pressure wrapping around my shoulders like a thick blanket on a winter night. "Take the money, Elena. Take the kids and travel, show them the world. The money is more than enough. Show Cindy the ocean; she’s been whistling the sound of waves since she was seven. Let Colin buy one of those ridiculous human

Rilla’s POV "Don't forget who we are dealing with," Royal said. His voice had a new edge to it, sharp enough to cut. "He is the Alpha of the Epsilon Pack now." The name Epsilon sounded familiar. It was like a word from a dream I couldn't quite place. I knew they were the rivals of my old home, the Iron-Vail Pack, but the details were a blur. I didn't know the man he was talking about. I had no memory of ever meeting an Alpha from that side.

"Thank you for standing by me." "It was nothing. See? I told you my time in the drama club wasn't a waste. I can keep a secret under pressure," Jenny said, though her expression darkened. "But your Alpha... he’s a piece of work. Who would have guessed that a male with that kind of power would be so ready to discard his own blood?" I bit my lip until I tasted iron, his icy command to "get rid of it" still echoing in my skull like a death knell. He treated the life we had created together like common refuse. My face remained deathly pale as Jenny continued her nervous chatter.

Conviction. “The Alpha is harsh. His ways are strict, sometimes merciless. But he is not without reason,” she said, her voice steadier now. “He carries burdens you don’t yet understand. He protects us.” “He protects his power,” I snapped, the memory of his lips still burning on mine. “His control. His right to take whatever he wants, to make everyone fear him. That’s the truth, isn’t it? How can you call it protection when his very presence is a threat to my freedom?”

I felt a memory stir in the back of my mind. "The missing triplets," I whispered. "The Grand Alpha's sons. People said you guys were taken by rivals. People said you all were dead. But three years ago… Or two years ago, I… I don't really recall, but… the Grand Alpha said it was a lie. He said you were kept safe, away from the pack’s enemies. And that now that y'all were grown, it was the right time to bring you home?" “Exactly,” River said. "He didn't keep anyone safe," Rain added. "That was a lie to save his face and to erase doubts from the council toward us. The real triplets were missing. They’ve been gone since they were born.”

He paused for a moment to let his reassurance sink in and continued, “I will give you protection and get you all the access and resources you will need in getting your revenge. In return, you’ll become my Luna just on paper. After the year is over, I will pay you handsomely. You’ll be free to go wherever you please and do whatever you want with it.” I began processing everything he said when Sky said, “Alana, this is a one-time opportunity for us.” “Can you allow me to think!” I snapped back, irritated by her impulsiveness. Different thoughts clouded my mind. I don’t even know this Alpha—his name, history, or reputation. What if he and Jared are acquainted and this was a trap? “Well, there’s

"I'm happy helping Heather with anything work related. Outside of that... consider me off limits." "Of course." He shook his head. "I didn't mean anything of a personal nature. I would never ask that of you or anyone else." Right. Why didn't I believe that all of a sudden? "Who's running Beta Alpha Psi now that Daisy left? Did Heather take over for her?" "The accounting honors fraternity thing?" He looked less than interested, which was humorous. The group of students that ran it were the top of our business program and would be key decision-makers in big businesses around us in the next three to five years.

she said, excitement shining in her eyes. “It’s not. I told you there’s a guy,” I replied. “A rich guy, cool. But nothing beats a rich royal, gurl. AND, he could make you his queen, you know. He has ascended and is no longer Jet Chase but Alpha Jethro of the Night Storm." “What does that even mean?" "He's the head of a pack of fierce wolves. Like my Nick," she shrugged. Surprisingly, I understood those words on an instinctual level.

My Beta had already gone ahead to secure the gates, so I sat alone in the back seat, staring out at the winding forest roads, the windows slowly tinting against the light. We were nearing The Obsidian Summit, the seat of the Five Alpha Council. To the rest of the realm, the council building was a place of diplomacy and law. To me? It was a crypt. A towering blackstone cathedral built into the mountain itself, ancient and unmoving. Obsidian columns lined the front, jagged like fangs, as though the building was preparing to bite into anyone who dared lie inside its walls. Etched into the stone above the great iron doors was the sigil of the Council, five wolves circling a blood moon.

Maybe it was because he felt guilty but I was surprised, when instead of resisting, he said, "Let's go. But first, I need to get important documents in the headquarters basement." That was strange. No one ever visited the headquarters basement. It used to be a dungeon where rogues were kept back when Alphas still existed. Now, only the offices in the headquarters were used by the pack executives. It had been a while since I went there; perhaps a section of the dungeons had been converted to a storage space? Instead of voicing my concerns, I went along with him because I didn't want to waste any time. Every second wasted could be dangerous. As we reached the basement, Julian opened the door,