The Alphas Contact 소설 & 이야기

Valerian poked his head into my office with a phone pressed to his ear. He covered the mic. "Got a guy on the line. Alpha from Idaho — wants to talk to you. Got my name and number through someone I worked with a few years back." I opened my mouth to respond, but my own phone rang and cut me off. The number showed an incoming call from Maine. It took a while, but after nearly three hours, I had spoken with over two dozen alphas from across the globe — Alaska, Colorado, Australia, West Virginia, California, Scotland, Belarus, and just about everywhere in between. I had even taken a call from the alpha of a lion-shifter pack in a remote part of Africa that required a translator.

"That doesn't sound particularly reassuring." "It wasn't." I reached for the bottle of water on my desk, took a sip, and set it down. "Maddox has a situation on his hands. One that concerns more than just the Lycans." Deucalion's expression became serious. "What happened?" "Four Alphas have reportedly been experiencing difficulties connecting with their wolves. Their Betas and Gammas are affected as well." He stared at me for a moment. "All four packs?" "Yes. Varkros, Nythera, Dravenholt, and Kaelric."

The scent was growing stronger. They were close. And James… James was about to learn exactly what happened to those who touched what belonged to the Alpha.

The Reign Pack had always been spoken of in whispers, their name laced with rumors, secrets, and blood. "W–what? You're a werewolf,?" she asked. "Yes and an Alpha too. And you're not a werewolf I guess but an Alpha. Impressive. I came to offer you something." Serena's brow lifted. "What could you possibly offer me?" He reached into his coat and pulled out a dark leather folder, handing it to her without hesitation. "I'll go straight to the point. An alliance. A contract."

I whispered under my breath, dialing him again, but the call disconnected once more. I had already tried Theila and Lora, wanting to warn them about the rogue attack, but neither of them answered. I didn’t have anyone else’s number, so Kael was my only hope, he was the beta, he could do something. But he wasn’t picking up. He kept ending my calls. And every second he didn’t answer felt like another second slipping out of my grasp, another second closer to disaster. I knew the only other option I had was to call the Alphas, but I didn’t have their numbers and even if I did, they weren’t in the pack. They had left at dawn for the war.

Nora's hand found mine, steady and warm despite everything, and I held onto it, grateful for the simple, grounding certainty of her presence even as the scope of what we were actually facing continued to grow larger with every new revelation. My phone buzzed again before anyone could say anything further, and I glanced down to see a message from an unknown number, the same untraceable format we'd seen twice before. I opened it slowly, dread already settling cold in my stomach before I'd even read the words. *You're getting close, Alpha Parker. Closer than anyone has in twenty years. I'd be careful about that, if I were you. The last Alpha who got this close to understanding us didn't live lo

I didn't want him to find out my address. Before I got out of the car, he handed me a black card. “The Alphas wanted you to have this.” “What is this?” “This is their contact info. They've asked me to give it to you. You can let them know about anything you need.” I hurriedly gave it back, and refused. “I don't need it.” The last thing I wanted was any entanglements with them. I looked away. It felt heavy to return to the one place I had once called home. Now, it was nothing more than a cold pack house.

Morwen agreed, shaking her head. Sammy walked slowly toward the Frosthall Passage, his hand reaching into his pocket to touch his small communication mirror. He pulled up the pack registry, looking directly at the dark, fierce portrait of Alpha Keegan Rimehart. Knowing the giant Alpha craved his scent so badly made Sammy’s inner wolf howl with hungry, submissive desire. Suddenly, the mirror vibrated in his hand, flashing a private alert from a hidden pack number. Sammy opened the message, his eyes widening as he read the glowing words sent straight from the Alpha's private den: I know you know what I did tonight, little omega. Now come to my lodge before I come hunt you down.

That was cold, he could've at least let me thank him for helping me that time. "What a dick." Daichi said, fixing up his tie. "They think just because they're alphas, they can strut around like their hot stuff, piss off." He yelled but they were probably too far to hear. Daichi is a beta and he's hated alphas for as long as I can remember but he's friends with some people who are alphas. He might hate alphas but in his words, "Only the Alphas who are too proud to distinguish right from wrong." Akito on the other hand is an alpha that he trusts, we all met in elemtary school but Daichi and I were friends first.

Alex growled, his eyes glowing gold. The other alpha's eyes grew wide, and he immediately got up and off the bar stool and backed away. "I'm sorry, Alpha." "What's your name?" Alex growled. "It's Earth alpha." "Well, Earth, I don't ever want to see you at my club again. Now get out of my sight." Earth nodded and ran out to the club. Alex turned his attention to Ash and could see how tense he was. Alex closed his eyes and then opened them as he wrapped his arms around Ash once more.