The Alpha’s Secret Weapon Novels & Stories

“Okay. I believe you.” I smiled in relief. “Thank you very much, Alpha Jeremy.” “No problem.” Alpha waved his hand. “I really hope you can really destroy Alpha Andrew.” He grinned widely with his eyes showing his hatred for Alpha Andrew. “You can rest assured. Your secret is safe with me.” I didn’t tell the rogue assassin Alpha that I would tell Alpha Jeremy my secret. I had prepared myself if one day Beta Lyra or Alpha Jeremy couldn’t keep their promise to me.

Valerie replied. They both made their way along the fourth-floor landing towards the stairs before quietly sneaking down the stairs until they reached the first floor. Valerie and Aliyah were already safely hidden in the secret room in the Alphas offices, the room which was by the 4 generations of their pack to hide the female wolf away from Alpha Hayes of the Blood pack when he comes for his imminent attack and they are not ready to agree to their peace treaty. The room had a built-in sophisticated invisible lock-in lever which information of how to unlock the door was made known to only one person out of all that was to be hiding in there, but something unbelievable had happened even after

To the Bloodmoon Pack, eighteen-year-old Elora is just a rankless, orphaned omega cleaning cold marble floors. But beneath her plain tunic lies a secret that could shatter the northern territories: she is the last surviving royal heir of the fallen Crescent Clan. When cold, lethal Alpha Lucas ascends to power, the Moon Goddess plays a cruel joke. The golden mate bond sparks between them—only for Lucas to publicly reject her to protect his political alliance with the vicious Chloe. Heartbroken and left for dead, Elora flees into the lawless Blackwood Forest. Instead of dying, her dormant wolf awakens. The rejection doesn't destroy her; it unleashes a glowing crimson mark and royal Cresc

I was less afraid when I was facing Liam because I knew at least I had my secret weapon. At that moment I really regretted lying to the Alpha. I wouldn't have been so defenseless if I didn't hide my secrets from him. I took my own medicine and it was bitter. [Kirsch...] I tried to mind link the Alpha, though I didn't know what good that would do. He wasn't at my house, and even if he was in the pack, there was no way he could make it. I couldn't even tell whether it made through because my ears were still ringing from the hit.

Selena grabbed my arm, fingers digging in, sensing something was very, very wrong. But I didn’t back up. “Tell me,” I said. The Alpha leaned in. His breath was cold. His presence is heavy. His voice cracked the entire world open. Then— He whispered it. The secret. The terrible, impossible, shouldn’t-exist secret. A secret that froze every bone in my body. A secret that made the battlefield go quiet. And for a heartbeat… Even my own breath stopped.

"No, no I won't." "It's secrets that binds us, and when they're revealed, love will take the place of those secrets. Remember that alpha..." And with that he left, ignoring my questions and protests. What secrets? Eventually, I shook of the feeling of irritation, he was probably just trying to get on my nerves.

"More details about that bastard alpha." His face turned uninterested. "So what did you find out now?" he asked with a flat tone. Ignoring his apathy, I began to spread out the papers and printouts on the desk, pointing to a particular date. "I was awake last night digging deeper into the alpha, and I think these are connections that can be crucial. Look at this; it seems he has a secret camp where he starships girls and pretends to be philanthropic. That is where our answer lies."

"How can we halt the relentless advance of this unseen enemy?" Alpha Thorne, the largest and most robust Alpha among the packs, a warrior renowned for his indomitable will, was known for his ruthlessness and ferocity in combat. Tales spoke of his ability to dismantle foes effortlessly. As Alpha Thorne spoke, the expressions of many fellow Alphas darkened—some with rage, others with fear or apprehension. Several had suffered losses to illness, leaving them unsettled and skeptical of their healers' abilities. Doubt lingered among their ranks.

I place my palm flat on the solid oak table between us. My fingers are long, my skin pale and smooth under the strobe lights. They look like hands suited for playing piano in a pristine parlor or holding delicate porcelain teacups. They do not look like they belong to someone about to participate in a savage, back alley Pack blood game. I close my eyes for a single second. The memory of the old Alpha hits me, his voice echoing in the dark corners of my mind. Penelope, remember. An Alpha's strongest weapon is not her claws. It is her will. A still heart controls a steady hand.

There would be a massive civil war, and my arrogant, feral daughter would be torn to shreds by the very wolves she had just spread her legs for. I held the secret that kept the Alpha on his throne. I held the absolute ultimate leverage, and as I watched Torin sobbing quietly on the edge of the mattress through the mirror, I made the conscious decision to keep him entirely in the dark. If I gave this coward the secret, he would inevitably ruin it. He would panic, or worse, he would try to sell the information to King Aldric in a pathetic attempt to save his own skin. The secret was mine alone, and I was going to use it to secure my own sanctuary.