The Assassin's Alpha Kings Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Adeline can wait. This beast being on the loose is more important." "Kaleb! You need to be here to greet her when she arrives. It would be an insult to her family." "I didn't ask for her to be here. She is not my responsibility." He stated. "Kaleb she is your wife." "I never asked for a wife!" He wasn't fond of the girl mainly because of her attributes. He despised females that relied solely on makeup and expensive clothes to portray their beauty. He liked women that went natural and liked their selves the way they were born. He also wanted a female that was strong and was able to rule alongside him. He believed if both the king and queen were strong so would their kingdom.

The sound of the doors clicking shut drew her attention to me. “Alpha Lucas.” She said, her blush deepening as she rose from her chair. “Good morning.” Alistair turned to face me as I grunted good morning back to the receptionist. Standing at his full height, the man cut an imposing figure. Even in his old age, he radiated power. Much like my beta, the man craning his neck in submission before me had clearly come from an Alpha blood line. I fought the shiver in my spine, urging me to submit to the man. I understood how he had come to lead a group of assassins. They may not have had a traditional pack, but no doubts lingering in my mind that Alistair hadn’t ruled them like an iron fisted alph

“To demonstrate goodwill, I am going to give you to Alpha Mordecai Black,” I could not move. I could not speak as horror washed over me. Alpha Mordecai Black. Everyone knew that name. The Kingslayer. The alpha who had killed previous Alpha Kings with his own hands whenever they challenged him but always refused the throne like it meant nothing to him. The alpha that other alphas did not challenge because they valued their lives. And Alpha Kelvin was going to give me to him. My heart had stopped beating properly. It was getting hard to breathe.

Another she wolf said and the people around all laughed hysterically, As all eyes fixed on her; she felt the stabs of their stares like thousand daggers. ✿⁠ "Your highness, you could have allowed me take care of the soldiers, That would be a lot of weight on her!!" Alpha Damian's personal attendant Rafe pestered him, As Damian glared at him, his eyes burns with rage and Rafe would not dare let out another word as he bowed, "Rafe! My father has abdicated the throne and I'd be coronated as the Alpha King in the next full moon and you think I'd risk the misfortune that wench comes with?" Alpha Damian asked, His voice deep as the ocean wave.

Why would he even make someone else Alpha in his stead? “That’s not all,” Tatiana replies sharply, “you are to make him Alpha because the king has a mission for you, Alpha Tatum. Once you relinquish your title, you must prepare. The king wants you to assassinate Alpha Leo Graven of the Forest Moon Pack, he has rebelled and we believe he’s also an enemy of yours. It makes you the perfect man for the job.”

"We'll split up if we can. Remember to avoid any Were and do not engage in a fight unless you confirm that they are not attacking in groups. Avoid pack fights. Leave when you see the signs. Meet me on the foot of the mountain, on the nearby inn. Ydrian, you're coming with me." "Gladly." The assassin leaped on the branches and split up just like what Robyn had told them. Robyn and the King remained on the ground walking. "Who are we dealing with?" Robyn asked, pissed. "You're the only one who has met the great Alpha of the North. What is he like?" "Mhmm..." Ydrian thought. "He is a merciless man, just like everybody else. Very intelligent and guided by the wise. He very strong too."

he said, voice steady, “the alpha is dangerous, but he is not invincible. We will find the opening. We will wait, we will watch, and when the moment comes, we will act without hesitation. Nothing will stop us from completing our mission. We survive, we wait, and we strike. That is all that matters.” With that, the assassins settled into their preparations, silent and vigilant. The city moved around them, unaware of the threat that lingered, but the assassins remained focused, united in purpose, and ready for the moment when they would return to claim what they had been sent to accomplish. Their presence was unseen, their planning meticulous, and their intent absolute. They would find another

“And if we don’t?” Kaden looked at Alina, riding just ahead of him. Her back was straight despite everything she’d been through. Her chin was up. Even with a newborn in her arms and blood still dried in her hair, she looked like what she was. An Alpha. “Then we fight,” he said. “Same as always.” Gregor grunted. “Reassuring.” They rode on. The sky kept lightening. And somewhere behind them, Kaden knew, Cassandra was already moving. Already planning. Already convinced that this wasn’t over.

As if my wolf was standing by, ready to strike. The first scream cut through the trees like an alarm. One of my men had fallen into an iron trap, the steel teeth biting deep to the bone. The scent of hot blood hit fast, and with it, the forest came alive. And of course… with the alarm of my soldiers came "them". Fast. Silent. Like they were part of the snow itself, invisible to anyone who didn’t know this land. Assassins. Men of the Alpha who ruled this territory. Damn Glen J. Baker.