The Alpha’s Kitten 소설 & 이야기

Alpha Jack is dead. Am I Alpha now? Why was that too easy? I turn and see what seems to be the entire Starshine pack staring at me in wonder; smile in the majority of faces. "OUR NEW ALPHA!" My mother shouts, and the screams and applause almost deafen me. Kol and Kaden, along with the other wolves from our pack come out of hiding and I get giant hugs and kisses from everybody. "What's your name Alpha?" A gentle man smiles at me. "Katerina. Katerina Bathas."

"He's an Alpha, Selene. And Alphas don't let go." The words sent ice down my spine. Because no matter how much I wanted to deny it... I knew he was right. Kieran wasn't done with me. Not by a long shot.

When I finally spoke, my voice was calm. “Please. Stop. I don't want trouble.” Her friend folded her arms. “It’s too late for that. You bring bad luck. Trouble follows you like fleas on a stray dog. If I were Alpha, I’d feed you to the rogues and watch.” Then, a roar exploded outside—cheering voices, drums, feet stomping. A pack celebration. My stomach turned. “Long live Alpha Alec! Long live the Alpha!” A shiver ran through me.

He was an Alpha. I’d never seen him in town before. “Are you a cheerleader? You have to be with those legs.” Heat rushed to my cheeks before I could respond. “I was looking for a drink, but there’s nothing here for me. I’m going to go.” The big Alpha blocked my exit. “Where are you off to, Kitten? We were talking. You seem pretty interesting.” “Well, I’m not interested.” He barked out a laugh. “Don’t worry, Kitten. I know exactly who you are.” A pitch black wolf manifested in his eyes, giving his eyes a dark, demonic appearance.

“Do you hear me, kitten? That word does not belong on your tongue when you are speaking to me. You can cry, you can scream, you can throw every tantrum you want, but you will not curse at me like I am some ordinary man. I am not. “I am your Alpha. I am the one who protects you, the one who claims you, the one who has kept his control on a leash every single time you’ve tested me. And you do not even realize how close you come to snapping that leash when you talk the way you just did.” I pressed myself back against the headboard as he stepped closer, towering over me, his presence heavy enough to crush me in place. My throat was tight, my body was trembling, but my mind — my loud, chaotic, me

"You sure you'll be able to deal with the aftermaths of fucking anyone else besides me or Ethan, Kitten?" I leveled my gaze with his, refusing to back away from the challenge even though the darkness in his eyes gave me the chills and as much as I hated to admit it, when he looks at me that way he looks so fucking hot and makes my insides twist. "What are you going to do Alpha? Rip his throat out?" He chuckled darkly, closing the gap between us. "Oh I'm going to do worse things than that, Kitten." “I would be glad to have their heads and dicks delivered to you.” He got so dangerously close, leaning in and I closed my eyes, his breath on my skin, arousing me.

I remained in the living room, watching him eat while my mind spun in a dozen directions. Did he really believe me? Or was this just another game? "Seraphina," he said, setting down his fork. "I'm done." I steeled myself and approached. "Alpha, I'll handle the kitten tonight. You should go back upstairs." "So we're saying goodnight already?" he asked, his tone light, teasing. "It's getting late," I said firmly. He nodded slowly. "Just one thing." "What is it?" He gestured to the kitten purring in my arms. "She's particular about her bed. She needs her own setup to sleep properly. Maybe I should take her back-let her explore the rooftop garden a bit. The manager will be back tomorrow anyway."

A shiver ran down my spine. Retracing my steps, I padded over to the table, which had the item lying on it. It was a book, a really, really old book. Flipping through the pages, I discovered it was a journal, its pages detailing the fall of a great alpha king. My brows scrunched. What the hell is an alpha? However, before I could read further, an unseen force hit me, nearly sweeping me off my feet.

She turned around and looked me over. "The Crescent Moon Pack wouldn’t back down, and now they want to attack our pack. The Alpha has been called to a closed-door meeting with the council. The outcome might determine if we go to war or not," she added with a dramatic tone, and the others began to whisper among themselves. Wait… were they talking about the nice guy who had spilled his drink accidentally on me at that event? He was an Alpha? He was the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack! He looked way too simple to be someone of such high status, and he had spoken to me that night with a very humble tone.

"Relaz. It's Relaz. My name, dear mate, is Relaz Boswell, Alpha of Found pack, not 'bastard'.” ... :-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:‑X:‑X:‑X