Novel & Cerita The Alpha's Hunt

Like hunter that has caught his prey. The painting depicting the death of the White Wolf. That nausea returns as the painting shows the heavens even appreciating his hunt, the moon in particular beaming down upon him with an ethereal glow. My ears fill will the thudding sound of my own heart that I do not hear Alpha Darnell orders to follow him until he grips me by my hips and pulls me into a direction. He pulls me into a grand office, one that can not be mistaken for anything other than an alpha’s

2. He was bloodied, he was tired, and if he were human, he would definitely be pissed off. But as the last of his pack, the Cerberus Alpha had avenged his fallen mates. Lying headless at his feet were the three parasites that had taken them all out, and as he doubled back, he passed the wolves that were massacred like cattle, more fallen kin, knowing he would need to carry back home when this was all over. Through the vines, he padded softly, taking care to carry his weight on the pads of his feet to avoid any sound as he searched for survivors, and as he came to where the trenches looked like asteroid crashes gouging the earth, he saw a small parasite clinging to the betas back, with its pu

Then, colder—“and I’ll kill him. I don’t care who he is. If he’s in my territory… he dies.” “Yes, Alpha,” his guards chorused. “I’m heading to Velvet Fang. Search the entire pack, and make sure by sunrise,” his eyes burning with something violent and absolute, “I have his head.” I watched as his car disappeared into the distance—fast, ruthless… hunting. I wrapped my arms around myself, exhaling slowly. “Now…” I murmured, “let’s see who survives this.” Because he had no idea… He was hunting his own brother.

“He’s right behind us. I can feel the sky screaming. I can feel him!” "He’s not our King anymore," I hissed. I ground my teeth and pushed myself up. My palms were raw and stinging. They were covered in forest dirt and my own blood. "He’s just the man who watched us bleed." “He is the Alpha,” she argued. I could feel her spirit pacing behind my ribs like she was in a cage. “And he is hunting. Not for a prisoner... he’s hunting for us.” I didn't want to hear it. I ran into the small clearing where the old hunter's shack sat in the dark. A shadow moved from the porch. It was fast, just a blur cutting through the grey rain.

“You’re not the bitch, Sophie. She is.” Before she could reply, comms crackled. “Priority target acquired. We need hostages. Higher the better.” A thunderous howl split the air. Sophie and Bobby turned just in time to see a massive wolf thrash in the distance, silver netting dragging him down. The Alpha. Hunters swarmed, securing the prisoner as orders barked to pull back. Choppers lifted into the smoky night, the elite squad whisked away, leaving the hunter army to finish clearing the settlement.

I stood there staring at him as his eyes glazed over and he began to lick his lips and a sinister smile crossed his face, as he whispered, “old fashioned hunt.” “What’s an old fashioned hunt,” I picked up Nicholas and held him as he fussed, patting his booty and rocking him. He smiled, “nothing for you to be concerned about, seems the Alpha got a list of cohorts and once we have them all, they will be dealt with accordingly with an old fashioned hunt, it’s the primitive way of dealing with unruly wolves in a pack.” I narrowed my eyes at him, “you seem excited about it, why?” He shook his head, “I’ll let the Alpha explain it to you, it will sound better coming from him, come on, he’s sent Fab

There was a torn fabric on the ground he took and he tied it around his hips, covering his length which made me flush as he teasingly looked at me with that serious passionate look in his eyes. “I!” Hunter Albrecht screamed to all the witnesses that surrounded the Brooks Mansion, “Alpha Hunter Albrecht is now the official Alpha of the Midnight Pack! Spread the word to all the Clans and every individual here in this territory and bury this *sshole together with his family and ancestors. He still deserves to be buried with honor and dignity for giving me a fair fight!”

I, my fur stained with blood, watched as my pack captured the rogues, securing them with ropes of vines. "Where is your Alpha?" I demanded, my voice a guttural growl, my gaze fixed on the remaining rogue, a tall, gaunt wolf with piercing blue eyes. The rogue, his expression defiant, spat back, "The Alpha of the Shadow pack is beyond your reach, Alpha Xander. You will never find him." My anger flared. This rogue was definitely playing a dangerous game. "You will tell me where he is," I roared, my teeth bared in a menacing snarl. "Or I will make your life a living hell."

After all, we'd never met before. Even if she had heard about me, it would've been through Holly's lips. But I figured Holly wouldn't wanna bring me up at all. I wasn't the one she loved anyway. I forced myself to calm down and looked at Daphne, who visibly paled. "I'm John Hartley, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack." Lyrique immediately chimed in, "Alpha John, if you're here to seek justice for Tabitha, I'd suggest you head back home now. You won't be able to change anything. Alpha Derek has no feelings left for Tabitha."

When we reached the landing, Rig opened the door and gestured for me to go first. I was met by a ball of fur and meows, Purrkins trotting towards me with his tail high and curved forward over his back. I leaned down to scoop him up, but stayed standing in the middle of the floor while Rig locked the door, then pulled his phone out, checked it, then threw it on the bed before he turned to me. “Cara,” he said, and his voice was rough, which scared me. “Being Alpha is great when there’s a party, or when there’s no danger. But when there’s conflict, being Alpha means carrying the weight of everything.”