The Alpha By The River Novels & Stories

she said. The Alpha took aim and hurled the paper ball in the direction of a secondary waste bin beside a trolley containing cups and saucers and a drinks urn. It missed, of course, like the planes he sometimes fashioned from junk mail, and he got up to retrieve it with a scowl. “That was the Alpha of the Far Hills pack. He wants to pay us a visit to discuss something of vital importance and says he will bring a surprise with him. Well, I sincerely hope he doesn’t mean his eccentric daughter! One encounter with her was too fucking much!”

her nervous voice came through the link, and all my hopes had flown out the window. “Coming,” I assured her, and in the next moment, I saw her too. She was standing in the main hall, near the open door, trembling in horror. Through the open door, I could see a group of men emerging from the forest, and I recognized their leader as Alpha D’Angeli. I went to her and reached out to hold her ice-cold hand, but I didn’t take my eyes off of the new arrivals. He had four men with him, and I recognized hib Beta, Nico Serrano, and three others in their wolf form.

Hood’s snow-capped peak over the horizon ahead of the road, they were all just breathtaking to witness. And for some reason, Ollie liked that I was into it. He even parked his bike on the side of the road so he could point out the waterfall half-hidden in the forest to our right. He did it again ten minutes later so I could take in this amazing panoramic view of the river bend on our left. “Okay, I admit it,” I said while I watched a gaggle of ducks swimming on the river’s surface, “this place has its charms.” “Yeah… Nature’s hold on this land is really strong,” Ollie explained in a wistful tone I’d never heard from him before. “It’s the kind of place that needs protecting…”

Bianca walked towards the wolf who shifted immediately after she heard her alpha call. Someone handed her a robe and she wore it hurriedly before bowing. "Alpha Bianca." Mila, her beta, called between trying to catch her breath. "There is a problem." "What is the problem?" Bianca asked with raised brows. "Rogues."

Damien stood slowly and crossed to the railing, leaning against it, staring into the woods. “You can rest now,” he said without looking at her. “You don’t need to keep fighting every minute. You’re safe here. For as long as you need.” Her throat tightened. “And what if Margaret disagrees?” He finally turned, and the moonlight made his eyes look almost gold. “I am the Alpha,” he said. “Even she will fall in line.” His voice was low but absolute. There was no room for argument. Ryleigh stood, unsure what she was doing, but compelled by some invisible pull. She walked to the railing beside him, close enough to feel the heat of his body.

I said and dialed his number. Alpha Chase was a young Alpha. At just seventeen, he had taken over the Pack mateless. It was for the best because his father was cruel. He hated anything that wasn't werewolf; if they came on his Territory, it would mean death. So he killed his wife because she had helped a human escape their Pack. That is how Chase became Alpha. He had killed his father because he killed his mother. Chase didn't care for witches either, but he let them stay on their Territory if they were mated to someone from his Pack. Unlike his father, who would banish the Pack Member if they chose to be with their mate.

Alexander POV; River was leading the way to the main quarter on the first floor with the help of my men's directions. She walked with her head high and a stable heart rate which was interesting considering that she was a prisoner surrounded by at least ten strangers. Her curly hair covered all the way down her back. Jeans suited her well and framed her lower body hugging her curves.

“And watch the pack’‌s affa‌i‌r‌s while I’⁠m gone. Shoul‌d anything‌ happen on t⁠he jou⁠r‌ney, I expect no negligence⁠.‌ If an attack comes whi‍le I’m aw‍ay, i⁠t‌ may pr⁠olong the m⁠is⁠si‍on and I may not retur‍n‌ in one⁠ piece to⁠ celeb‍rate my⁠ thirtieth birt‍hday with t‌he pack.” River’s lips pres‌sed into a thin line, te⁠nsion radiating off him. He had always respected the cha‌in o⁠f comma⁠nd, but my words carried weight b‌eyond the ordina‍r‌y.⁠ “Alpha,⁠” he said, a hint of stubbornness‍ thr‌e‌ading through his voice, “you al‌ways say‍ things like that but I trust you. And I’ll take⁠ c‍are of the pack’s affairs. Diligently. As I always have. And I pro‌mise to pray th‍at y‌ou return in o

“He said they are on their way back and, so far, everything is going smoothly.” “It had better stay that way.” “Alpha?” Our head guard, River, linked me. He’s been with the pack since I grew up and took over after his father retired. “Yes, River?” “The Alpha of Crystal River is requesting entry early.” “Let him through.” “Yes, Alpha.” “Cash is here. Let’s wrap this up and save it for later. I don’t want any word of this getting out to anyone but those in this room.” “Yes, Alpha!” they replied in unison. I dismissed them before walking over to my bar to pour a glass of Scotch for Cash and me. I had a feeling we were going to need it for the conversation we were about to have.

He commanded the man driving. "But-" Beta Victor started his protest. "-Go! Now!" Alpha River yelled the command at him. I need running footsteps from where I lowered my bead. Then, the other man began to race the car through the woods while trying not to hit anything that would jeopardize our escape. I looked up from where I was hiding and looked behind me. I saw Alpha River swiping at one of the wolves with his claws while the other one tried to get hold of him. "Will he be... okay?" I gulped out, feeling goosebumps all over my hands.