The Alphas Who Wouldn't Let Go Novels & Stories

Disappointed, she realized she wouldn’t be able to fix everything the way she fixed Xavier. Soon dessert was served. The younger Alphas, Alpha Ford from Moonbeam, Alpha Ledger from Waning Moon, and Alpha Stoll from Near Side, all deferred to make a decision. They weren’t dark like Alpha Jones. They were younger, unmated Alphas with smaller packs. They weren’t confident they could take a stand. They didn’t believe in having slaves, but they didn’t want to risk their packs’ safety fighting for people who weren’t part of their pack. They may not be enemies, but they weren’t exactly allies.

And make the Alpha Lane is stopped and put behind bars ***** As they approached the entrance of the hideout, Alpha Carmen turned to Abel and Alpha Tristan, his eyes reflecting the gravity of their mission. "Stay sharp, both of you. We don't know what we'll find inside," he cautioned, his voice low but resolute. Abel nodded, his jaw set with determination. "We're with you, Alpha Carmen. Let's bring them home." Alpha Tristan's gaze swept over the looming structure before them, calculating their next move. "Agreed. We'll need to move quickly. Time is of the essence." With a silent nod, Alpha Carmen led the way, his pack following close behind as they stealthily approached the entrance.

Melissa didn't even know she was playing with fire. "But Alpha, her ideas were found the best and her prospects for the business are seen as one that could yield adequate results by the panel that interviewed her." The wolf on the other end said. He had called Alex Alpha because he was a werewolf. In this community, werewolves worked together with humans in their offices without the humans even noticing. "I demand that she be removed. If it's possible, let her be the best nominee only on the papers but offer her no contract and no award." Alexander said while wrinkling his nose in disgust because the person waiting at the door kept pressing the doorbell.

"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.

His eyes moved across the shelf, the window, the floor, and stopped. On the windowsill. Half a second. Then back to me, smooth and neutral, giving nothing. “The Alpha wants to establish ground rules,” he said. “Tonight.” He didn’t ask if I was ready. He stepped back and held the door open, which was its own kind of answer to a question I hadn’t asked. I looked at the windowsill one more time. A sealed room. A carving left inside it, worn down by years of someone’s hands. A Beta who noticed it in three seconds and chose not to react.

She wanted to play the rabbit who could run away? I was going to remind her that once an Alpha is bound, he doesn't share. Not his energy, and certainly not his mate.

“Just go back, Liora. Aldric deserves to know who he let into this pack. He deserves to know who you really are.” “You think this will make him trust you more?” I snapped. Her smile faded, a little like the truth hitted closer than she liked. “This isn't about trust,” she murmured, then louder, “This is about transparency. He's the Alpha.” “You betrayed me,” I whispered. “You were my best friend.” Her feet stopped again but she didn't look at me. “I don't keep things from you, right? I told you everything about me. But you lied about this and you're still lying. Guess we're both liars.” She began to walk again, almost climbing up the stairs.

However, I couldn’t let myself feel that way—even if I stood nearly a foot shorter than most of them. I sighed and straightened my back, keeping my gaze fixed to the front despite the situation I was in. “These are your five Alphas for this year’s Alpha Fest—Wyatt Frost of the Enigma Pack, Damon Corvus of the Carnage Pack, Chad Suede of the Sovereign Pack, James Knight of the Cipher Pack, and Alexei Hyde of the Twin Peaks Pack.” Applause filled the space, but I knew that it wasn’t for me. Their gazes, once filled with ridicule, were now not even directed at me. They looked at the other Alphas with interest. I subtly shook my head.

The Alpha could save himself. *****