The Alpha's Doom Novels & Stories

he said. “What? Why?” I whined. “We have five days for the bond to break. I want it broken sooner.” “I don’t know, Liana,” he said. “She is too busy and will come after three days. But—” He paused. “What’s it, Kaden?” “Alpha Darius, Rowan and Victor have declared war on us. As we speak, their combined warriors are heading our way!”

"Waverly, I'm terrified of what's next." Waverly leaned over and instinctively placed a hand on Felicity's knee. "I'm trying everything I can," Waverly stated. "But I can't do anything being locked in here day after day and it seems like everyone is intent on shutting me out." Felicity took another breath and nodded. "That's why I came." Waverly's was intent on the woman beside her while she spoke. "A decade ago, our Alpha was cursed. I don't know too many details, but I remember when it happened, not long after his parents died. At this time, I was only a pack member and not yet staff of the house."

"What's the death toll?" My father commanded as I entered the War room behind Kaine. There were several people gathered around the large table. Torren looked like he was about to say something when one of the other men spoke up. "A total of thirteen dead from the Alpha Summit. Sixteen from the planned attacks across the different packs prior. A total of Twenty Nine needless deaths. All Alphas are accounted for, four dead Lunas and a few deaths related to betas and their mates. From the Summit and a few others." Another man spoke.

I closed my eyes, focusing on chanting some more, before opening them back again, and saying one last word, “Begone!” The man’s body stopped convulsing at once, and then stilled completely. “You evil woman!” Gamma Spencer shifted at once, and charged at us almost blindly. He was no match for an Alpha whose sorrow was indescribable. Indeed, Alex’s father made quick work of him. “Your highness,” Beta Marc was calling desperately. “Your highness!” Only the Alpha King was no more. His wolves began to lose the will to fight, and many of them bowed their heads in submission, some even showing their bellies. I was about to fall to my knees, but Paulina helped me remain steady.

Ava’s power prickled beneath her skin, reacting instinctively to the foreign energy around her. They entered the war hall—a circular chamber crowned with a dome of stained glass. The floor was polished dark wood, the walls lined with maps, weapon racks, and banners bearing the East Pack crest: a silver wolf with eyes like fire. And in the center stood Alpha Rhian. He was older than Ashton, but no less commanding. His silver-streaked hair was pulled back into a knot, and his eyes were piercing and strange—like moonlight through smoke. His presence quieted the room the moment they stepped inside.

I mind link with my mate. “Is it done?” he asks. “Mostly. A few got away, but the pack has basically been wiped out.” I tell him about Doogie and his mother. “I let them go. He doesn’t…he’s like a toddler. He doesn’t even know what’s up or down.” “The last Alpha on record is a wolf named Clifford.” “I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say Clifford is dead. Doogie was definitely their Alpha.” “You’re sure?”

“It was too late the night he painted my village red.” “Please stop this,” the woman begged, voice breaking. “We can still fix this.” “There's nothing left to fix.” The Alpha said, “What is wrong with you ?! You killed Doctor Charles—the only man who took you in after your family died! You tried to send Emilia to that witch like a lamb to slaughter! Now Damien—what next? Who else do you have to murder before you’re satisfied?” The Alpha moved so fast the air screamed. Her hand shot out, fingers wrapping around the woman’s throat. She slammed her back against the wall hard enough to crack the wall..

Dom said, clasping the Alpha hard on the shoulder. On their way home, they had run into a fox and the Alpha being hungry had killed it only for a witch to appear blowing curses at the Lycan who ignored her and ran with his Betas. ****

I looked past her and stared at the alpha and my ex-mate, who watched the scene with interest. “Well, well, well,” Alpha Rex said, stepping forward, his eyes holding an amusement that irked me to my bones. His hand landed on Maria’s shoulder, urging her to move aside, at which she did, a scowl on her face. “If it isn’t Destiny Levine, daughter of the people who committed treason against their own alpha.” His haughty eyes roamed my body just the same way they had on that night he captured me to sell. My glare intensified. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

But from the size of the puddle, I was sure it had been quite a while. Whoever’s in that bag must be close to death. An Alpha’s strike is no joke. A dominant Alpha’s is much worse. Only another Alpha and a Luna can survive it. The strangest thing is those two: aren’t they more cool-headed and peace-loving? Why are they not stopping this psychotic level of violence? Are they agreeing to this? And…. And why am I thinking of Dorian in nothing but those business pants, his large, rough palms on my butt, feeling the skin for a psychotic blow of a spank?