The Alpha's Gamble Novels & Stories

"Yes. Alpha was resisting a bit so I had to kill him, but other than that we had not much trouble ." "Good" he said with a smile on his face. "I suppose your visit to me has some motive?" I asked. "Yes, i just found out about a pack not too far from here whose Alpha is a young girl about your age." Really! A female Alpha? Which pack and what's her name" i asked "Alpha Mahnoor of the Moonstone pack, daughter of Alpha Liam. " "Alpha Liam? Didn't he die two years ago? I never knew he had a child, especially not a daughter. "

Everyone knew there was a reason they were titled the Blood Moon pack, and here I was getting a front row show proving just how that title was earned. “How could you do this to me?” Dante’s eyes fell to the floor. We had never had any arguments, no issues whatsoever. “I didn’t have a choice. They took Anna” Fuck! Anna is his baby sister. Growing up she always looked up to him, idolised him in every way possible. When Dante became Alpha, he didn’t care what anyone thought of the decisions he made, except for one person. Hers. “And your sure?” Tears filled his eyes as they met mine. Not once had I ever seen this man cry, yet here he stood struggling to hold it together. Pulling a small box fro

On the right came the gamma, leaner, quicker, with a lazy grin that promised trouble more than humor. Conversation in the diner dipped, then resumed, quieter. The alpha’s gaze swept the room and landed on them. Kael felt it like a hand closing around his spine. “Hold,” the alpha said casually to his pack, eyes never leaving Max. Too late. The gamma moved with the casual arrogance of someone who expected to be remembered, let his stare linger. Slow. Appreciative. It slid over Max from hood to boots and back up again, lips curling into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

Sandy, shaggy blonde locks compared to our brilliant platinum buzzcuts. Jacob is happy wasting his life in that casino. So they're making good money, it doesn't really matter. I could march in there tomorrow and clean them out. As soon as I'm Alpha that place will be my ATM. I've already asked Wicknace for permission to kill Rocco but the old fool refuses. I point out his eye-rolling, smirking false respect yet Alpha insists Rocco's time will come eventually. The sooner the better. Who'd miss the orphaned runt anyway?

As I hobble out of the room, I lean on the walls of the hallway to avoid falling as I shiver uncontrollably. Cold nights without a blanket have become regular for me, but the malnutrition and hard labor worsen it. I enter the living room with a bucket of water, and my eyes widen as they meet Barrett’s. Dread washes over my face, and I quickly lower my eyes. “Good morning, Alpha,” I say hurriedly, hoping he’s too distracted by his phone conversation to continue from where Celine stopped. Barrett, alpha of the Malrock pack and once my mate, but now he’s my worst nightmare. One lie was all it took for Celine to turn him against me, but his rejection was nothing compared to the relentless tormen

He greeted the gamma before saying. “Gamma, the Damned alpha just arrived.” The gamma quickly stood and hurried down the stairs to meet with the alpha. But when he got out of the packhouse he saw the alpha standing across the packhouse. In the square next to the place where he last saw Maria. The gamma was grateful that the girl was no longer there and hoped that she does not show her face until the Damned alpha leaves. But in the next second the gamma felt weak in the knees. The Damned alpha was sniffing around like a dog and the gamma knew very well what that meant but he still prayed that it was not what he was thinking.

KADE Our pack had a healthy or unhealthy gambling habit depending on how you looked at it. Gambling kept things interesting. Our biggest bets came every year regarding the Alpha games. I pretended that I was upset that Elle had the crowd’s favor, but I could not be upset because I was really fucking proud of her.

she stammered, clearly taken aback by the sudden turn of events, but I had already moved away, joining Cross and preparing for what was to come. Alpha Clay stood alert with his wolves, his posture defensive and menacing. His blazing red eyes, bared fangs, and claws ready for combat only added to the tension in the room. As the other Alphas observed his actions, they, too, assumed defensive stances. It was showing so much that trust among them was scarce, as each pack seemed to have anticipated a potential conflict.

“Stand up for yourself mum and do what’s right. Your mate, my dad should have been put to rest in the tomb the night he died. Instead, he’s been left to rot in the morgue allowing his soul to be forever trapped.” “He will be buried soon, stop exaggerating.” The smug look Joshua gave just pissed me off more. “As your mother said, I’m now the Alpha so it’s my decision.” “Not for long you’re not.” “Arabella no!” My mum’s hands went straight to her face as she dropped to her knees knowing what was about to happen. I may have always been a bit of a wildfire, but she knew me through and through. She had to have known the moment I returned this would happen.

“Because if you stand with us, it must be by choice.” The wind moved softly through the clearing, carrying the scent of pine and distant snow. The Alpha studied the three of them standing side by side. There was no visible tension between Derek and Jax, no silent power struggle. Their stances aligned naturally, not mirrored but complementary. “You operate differently than he described,” the Alpha said at last. “How did he describe us?” Jax asked mildly. “As unstable,” the man admitted. “As divided by ego.” A faint humor touched Derek’s expression. “He miscalculated.”