The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue Novels & Stories

Alpha Rivers paused, "He's not your conventional Alpha." "Then what is he?" I asked. "A rogue who over has spent a decade gathering the support of other rogues until he has effectively made his own pack to which he is the self-proclaimed 'Alpha' of," he explained, "There are hundreds of them and they are all incredibly loyal to him and his cause." "His cause?"

Alpha Uthar had been living quite a happy life lately. Although his pack wasn’t flourishing as it used to, it was still acceptable. He was also over the moon when he learned that the Mountain Pack had very serious cases of rogue attacks. He hoped that Alpha Rogan and his pack would perish under the assaults. He hated Alpha Rogan to the bones, especially after he had almost been killed but the other.

“Then like I said on the phone, I don’t really see the issue. The cars are tracked are they not?” “They are.” “Your beta is with her?” “He is…and a collection of warriors.” “Then what’s with the battle prep?” He swings his arms out, calling me out on my over the top military preparation. But he hasn’t met this alpha, he hasn’t seen the way the rogues follow him blindly. “This rogue, he’s different. He’s leading them like a pack. He knows things…he’s seen things.” “Belgaire, you’re losing me.” “He kept talking about an alpha ordering attacks on the rogue settlements. That he won’t rest until he finds out who it is and makes them pay for what they have done.”

However, Alpha's expression conveyed annoyance at the suggestion. The rogue's voice boomed through the room, his eyes blazing with defiance. "Over my dead body!" he exclaimed, interjecting just as Killan was about to unleash his fury upon his Third-in-Command. Alpha Killan looked after the rogue again. The Alpha's gaze was devoid of any emotion. He stepped forward, his hand outstretched towards the rogue. The creature turned its head towards him, and he gently scratched its neck with the Alpha's razor-sharp claws. With a pained cry, the rogue let out a yelp.

Axel says, looking over at me and Billy. “What? Really?” I say, stunned yet again. It seems to be a recurring theme tonight. “But they have no pack marks, which means they are rogue alphas. They no longer have packs.” “Ok, so they are just rogues who are attacking at random, then?” I ask. Billy hums in thought before shaking his head. “I don’t know. Alphas—even if they are rogue — are still pretty full of themselves. It seems weird that they would travel together.”

****** Facing Tricc, the Alphas stood in the grand hall, their voices reverberating through the expanse, each conveying their pack's most urgent concerns with a blend of urgency and resolve. Alpha Selene, hailing from the Northern Frost Pack, spoke first, her fur bristling with tension as she recounted the relentless onslaught of rogue assaults that had besieged her territories. "Our pack is besieged, Alpha Tricc," she implored. "We are outnumbered and outmatched. How can we shield our kin?" Alpha Selene, a formidable Alpha and staunch ally of Tricc, had valiantly combated rogue incursions for years, even leading her pack in a confrontation against one of history's most formidable rogues, Dr

“They listen to me and my colleagues. Just a little manipulation here and there, then it is already a done deal. The twins would leave without them, and they become yours. Just add an extra fifty percent to the payment, that way it will be enough for my colleague and me to start life somewhere else.” “Fine then,” the Alpha’s voice was tight, showing that he wasn’t too pleased with the price increment. “I will add an extra fifty percent once the job is done.” She gritted her teeth hard, her chest rising and falling. She did not say anything. “You act like you care about the Rogue people, but you are only selling them off for your selfish gain. When I investigated what the Alpha intended on us

I slammed my forehead with my palm, “Where could she be… she doesn't know anywhere around here.” I walked up the stairs, entered my room, om and sat on the bed, my hands ran through my shoulder-length wavy blonde hair, combing it back. Damien, Daniel, and David. That's the name of us triplets. Damien is the eldest so he is the Alpha, he is the strongest, very calm and collected, and he talks less but he has a hot temper. Damien takes care of the pack's politics. I am Daniel, the second son, I am more in the middle, I do things fifty-fifty, some days I am jovial, other days I am grumpy, and I take care of the company and family business.

There was to be no freedom offered to me and the triplets. I screamed and railed at the Moon Goddess less each month. I began to accept my fate. The years were what they were. I had Cyrus. I had bliss and happiness and a world of love. His ascension to Alpha of the North was my proudest moment. He deserved every bit of praise. Between him, Cal and Declan they planned the Rogues downfall. It was his huge Lycan beast that started chasing down the last straggling packs. It was officially illegal to be a rogue. There was an Alpha for north, south, east and west, finally. A united nation, with no intentions on war. A place and a home for everyone was possible. So there was no need for Rogue life

Far across the city, in the fog-wrapped forests that bordered the outskirts, a man ran on four limbs—barefoot and shirtless—toward the circle of cabins hidden within the pines. He shifted as he entered the clearing, bones snapping, muscles rearranging until he stood tall again, panting and human. Inside the largest cabin, seated before a roaring fire, was a man with golden eyes. Radiating dominance, power, and age, the Rogue Alpha didn’t move as the scout knelt before him. “She’s attending the gala, Alpha.” The golden-eyed man finally turned his head. His gaze was ancient and dangerous. “Elaina Rivers?” “Yes. She received the invitation this morning.”