The Dark Lord Alan Becker Novels & Stories

The thick ears and droopy earlobes didn’t take my attention away from the crooked, yellowing teeth grinning back at me. “Can I help you?” I asked. “Name’s Alan, Douglas”. Didn’t mean to startle a pretty little thing like you. My apologies,” he said, putting a thick-fingered hand to his chest, then ran his other hand through the few sprigs of pale red hair that remained on his nearly bald head. “Okay,” I said, frowning deeply at him and moving another half-step back. “I don’t think we know each other.” He chuckled, but the sound reminded me more of heels dragging through gravel than of laughter. “That’s true. Smart one, you are,” he said, pointing at me. “It’s sort of my job to know things, y

one of the other men said. “Thank you Council member Robins,” he said and pulled out a chair for me to sit furthest from everyone but still next to him. “As just stated I’m Council member Robins, this is Oracle West, Alpha Williams and his Beta Goldfield,” Robins said. “I am well acquainted with everyone, this is Finley Blake,” Damon introduced me and I kept my gaze averted from Calvin’s. I could feel him looking at me and I shivered despite myself. “Miss Blake, how did you become acquainted with Alpha Woods?” Robins asked me.

He was the monster, the killer. Allison looked at how her Alpha was trying to impress that monster by his sugar-coated words and flattery. She forced down the mockery laugh at them and took calming breaths. Lyceon stared at the middle-aged Alpha in front of him, welcoming him with a ridiculous smile. He tilted his head slightly and gave a lopsided smirk. “It's interesting! How you welcome the slaughterer of your warriors, inviting him to your Ball, Alpha Beckham.” Allison’s breath hitched in her throat listening to His husky low voice. That was familiar! She felt that strange sense of deja vu.

His tone carried a warning, one that Ryder would be a fool to ignore. I watched, amused, as Ryder clenched his jaw, clearly pissed but unable to challenge his father in this setting. “Alpha Dante was invited here strictly for business,” Beckett continued. “His expertise will benefit this pack. Whatever history he and Amaya share is none of my concern. And I am sure Amaya wouldn’t mind.” Then, as if to drive the point further, Beckett turned to Amaya. “Do you, Amaya?” For the first time since she walked into this room, she looked at me.

Darius said weakly. "Yes, Darius is right! Someone like Gordon will only bring disaster if we keep him around. You never know what he's thinking! Whether it's for the sake of your future or the sake of the family, I have to kill him today!" Alan said with murderous intent. His tone was very firm, leaving no room for doubt! "But-" Dawn was still reluctant to give up. However, before he could say anything, Alan interrupted him! "There is nothing else to talk about! Men, bring Dawn away!" Alan coldly said to the experts from the Hughes.

*Anonymous POV* "I need to see the Dark Alpha immediately," Damon demanded, his voice cold and urgent as he faced the guards outside the Dark Alpha's castle. The Dark Alpha was infamous among the shifters, feared as the most malevolent creature. His pack consisted of rogue wolves, trained to be merciless and heartless. The Dark Alpha sought power above all else and delighted in inflicting slow, agonizing deaths on his enemies, savoring their pleas for mercy.

Hoping there were no issues within the pack since I wasn't mentally prepared to handle any right now, I swiftly pulled out the device and noticed an unfamiliar number on the screen. Becca! Maybe she got into trouble on her flight and needed my help. "Hi," I greeted in my most charming tone. "Alpha Elyon, this is Alpha Terzic, Secretary of the Council of Werewolves. We are interested in your perspective on the case involving Becca Humphreys, the former Luna of Paxton pack. She has requested help from the Council to leave her pack peacefully after a previous attempt was blocked by you," I heard an Alpha declare from the other end.

Doubts began to fill his head. “I registered Beast as the Alpha of the Blackfoot Rogues a while ago. I am retired and merely here for formality.” Thorin looks to Councilman Hartt. “As you are aware of how the council is with non-heir Alphas being appointed. Too much red tape, if you ask me.” Councilman Hartt nods in agreement, but his eyes widen as he looks over Beast and then back to the much smaller Ryan, immediately realizing Ryan's odds. Before anyone can state anything else, Thorin breaks out in a chuckle.

And he knew they were killing their comrades now and maybe just torture He looked blankly at her tears to widen his eyes when his hands moved at the order of his wolf and wiped her tears to rise and stare at him with panic and fear Damn you, March and go He cursed and quickly cut them off. It's like a curse “Who are you?” she cried, pulling her fainting mother to her bosom in defense, frowning an eyebrow. “I’m the alpha here,” he answered confidently. To polarize her eyebrows alpha? Old Ulysses Darkle is the alpha.. is it possible that he is his son? “His son,” she whispered, licking his lips and whispering to her quietly, awaiting her reaction