The Alphas Who Wouldn't Let Go Novels & Stories

And you will not break my pack. The effect was subtle but immediate. The Alpha's roar below faltered, turning into a choked gasp. His own Betas, sensing a conflicting, stronger force, hesitated. Our Beta line, which had been buckling, straightened. Their eyes, once wide with fear, now held a renewed, desperate focus. "Loose the fire!" I commanded, my voice cutting through the din.

“Try to touch my pack again, and I'll fill your foolish head with nightmares for the rest of your life. And you won't be able to tell a tale to your children and grandchildren about it.” Dexter drilled into their heads that no one should ever provoke him. Ever. After humiliating Ethan contentedly, Dexter released him and the other two Alphas, along with their people, from death punishment. He also didn't claim their packs as his own, because that would only bother him. With that, Ethan and the other two Alphas were still worthy of calling themselves Alphas of their packs despite losing a battle against Dexter. Dexter declared it as his mercy, and that such a thing would never happen again.

I screamed just to vent my frustration, then turned my attention to how to handle the train-wreck I was headed for. “I’m just not going to engage.” I told myself. “Just walk right past them like they aren’t even there.” It was a naive idea on my part, doomed to fail from the start. Because I forgot one tiny detail. They were Alphas, and Alphas don’t like to lose. So despite the fact that this was all a game to them, they wouldn’t stop trying to make me submit to their whims. Anything less would be admitting defeat. Coming home covered in Nathan’s scent did not equate to submission. It was an act of defiance.

A fatal attraction that dragged you living into the grave. Seven Alphas. The seven most dominant Alphas on the entire continent. They formed a semicircle of crushing, suffocating pressure. Kane and I were the sole epicenter of this hurricane. Cedarwood. Aged paper. Wildfire. Cold metal. Fresh-cut grass. Honey. Bone ash.

In the world of Alphas, where egos often clashed, we had managed to maintain a steadfast bond that transcended any obstacle. I couldn’t help but reflect on Alex’s journey after his parents were killed during a rogue attack when we were just sixteen. Stepping up as Alpha amid tragedy, he faced numerous challenges, including his uncle’s opposition. He managed to rebuild his pack from the ground up, staying true to his ideals. Together with Sean and me, he founded a successful company and took over his late father’s other ventures. Beneath his smile lay the pain of his past, hidden from most.

“At my age, with my position, what are they going to do? Fire me? I’m the only one who knows where half the important documents in this place are actually located.” I wondered, not for the first time, why he didn’t leave Silver Crest if he hated what it had become so much. But before I could ask, something on the screen caught my attention. “There are the Alphas,” I said, my voice going flat as I watched the three werewolves who had used me and broken me walk into the crowd. They moved with that easy confidence that came from power and privilege, smiling and mingling with the other nobles and dignitaries like they didn’t have a care in the world.

"You can't do this. You have no right!" I stood tall, my voice unwavering. "We have every right. For too long, you have sown chaos and destruction. Today, it ends. You will face justice for your crimes." Maria stormed out of the meeting, her face twisted with fury and her footsteps echoing through the hall. The tension in the room slowly came down as the Alphas began to disperse, their murmured conversations hinting at a cautious acceptance of the truths that had been revealed. They agreed to wait for further instructions from me on the next steps to take.

"I would've loved to see you off but unfortunately, I won't be able to." An offhanded dismissal. I love it already. Alpha Boris' smile was strained as he nodded stiffly. "Of course." The Alphas were discussing amongst themselves in hushed panicked voices and if I tried, I would be able to listen in on their conversation. Except, I wasn't interested. They turned, walking away. Alpha Boris had the document crumpled by how tightly he was holding onto it while the rest trudged away, pulling their feet reluctantly behind them. The moment they stepped out and the gates creaked shut, the pack members simultaneously let out growls of victory. We hadn't done anything important but it felt right at th

What was the value of everything he received if he felt humiliated? When everyone leaves, and each of the Creek Pack members has gone to their new home, Alpha locks himself in his new office, and uses his new phone to call Alpha of alphas's secretary. - Good morning. I'm the alpha of Creek Pack. Do you already have an answer for me? - I'm glad you called. The Alpha of Alphas is mad at me because I couldn't contact you. - You don't have to contact me. I'll contact you. Do you already have an answer for me or not?

"I guess we are sticking with your complicated human plans." She fades out of my mind and I focus on the files in my hands. Damon had it delivered to me a few days ago. It contained the names and pictures of the three Alphas coming today. Alpha Craig of the Sage pack, Alpha Monroe of the Grange pack, and Alpha Tobias of the Russet pack. All friends, all older than Damon. And Vance. These Alphas belong to our parents' generation, which could be a good thing or a bad thing. Good in the sense that they have the wisdom and skill set to maneuver the shitstorm we are about to get in, bad in the sense that they could use that same skill set to fuck us up.