The Silent Alpha By Stephanielight Novels & Stories

I needed to know her. Alpha drove through the checkpoint and made his was through the village making sure to drop spohie off at the house, with a quick hug and a wave good bye Sophie was gone. Alpha Jackson eyed me in the mirror then asked 'what did you hand Trinity?' 'My name and number' I answered With a hint of shame I explained to Alpha that at college, I realised I was interested in women as much as I was interested in men. This news seemed to ammuse the alpha. It almost seemed like it was turning him on.

The bar hummed with polite conversations and the clinking of glass, and I wanted the room to be swallowed in a sound that matched the small, private carving of my world. “Jonathan, please—” she started, as if she thought I would beg, or plead, or let myself be harnessed to a future she no longer wanted. I left her with the taste of iron on my tongue, the afterglow of blood, and the present of a new problem: an Alpha who was getting too bright and a woman who had chosen to step into his light. I walked out and kept my face under control. People like Lucas think they can map a man by watching him when he laughs. They misread the silence. I use silence like an arsenal.

She seems set in her ways, however, as I listen in on their conversation, willing some strength into her backbone. “You are going to answer the questions that I ask,” Faye says firmly. I watch Guards pass by my cell door, all ready to assist their Alpha in binding Cal to the wall. He would be foolish to resist, although he’s never struck me as a smart man. Cunning, perhaps. Intelligent, that’s another story. “Alpha you have gotten this all wrong,” Cal pleads. “That Silent has manipulated you, me. I’m not the bad one here, he is.”

I locked t‌h‍e Alp​ha out of my h⁠ea⁠rt. The new order was here. An‍d⁠ I would‍ be the silenc‍e in t⁠he center of th⁠e storm⁠.

He wasn't someone to let go easily. Something was off with the alpha and it didn't sit well with Alpha Ciandra. Did she do something, or was the Alpha's ego still bruised after she almost broke his finger? Whatever it was, she had to find out. But why did it feel like she liked when he was more cruel than silent? "Silent." She thought. That was what she would have said about Alpha Karl but at the moment, as she listened to Alpha Karl saying she should give him a clear plan on how to handle rogues, she was bewildered.

I snapped, stepping into his space. "Where do you think you’ll go? To the Vanguard? They’ll chain you, or they’ll dissect you. Silas doesn't want you awake. He wants you as a battery. This is the only chance we have. The only one." The Alpha wasn't listening. He had turned his back on me. "Pack," he called out, his voice echoing through the cathedral. "We do not fight the gods. We survive them. We go back to the deep dark. We return to the silence."

Elena screamed, her heart leaping into her throat as she saw her fated mate drop. The silver light beneath her skin flared to a dangerous, blinding intensity, but before she could step toward him, a shadow loomed directly over her. Alpha Silas had leaped from his mount, landing precisely in front of her. His colorless eyes were wide, burning with a manic, psychotic greed as he raised his dark halberd, the mirror-like blade hovering mere inches from her face. His own Alpha aura exploded outward, a dense, oily black cloud that tried to choke out her silver luminescence.

Bring hell upon the traitor, the deserter. The Shadow Alpha stays silent. Soon, I hear the Beta take one last stuttered breath before death claims him. And I don’t dare murmur out a single rush of air as complete silence descends over the room. The Shadow Beta is the first one who breaks it, his violet eyes glittering. “They aren’t here. Neither is he.” The Alpha stands. I can literally feel the rage all over his Dominance as he lifts his head to the ceiling. And I see blood drip in a thin rivulet from his closed fist, dotting the carpet in scarlet circles.

' Hope screams. I continue to fight my way through the warriors. There must be at least thirty dead wolves lying around. I’m getting closer to Hope. A spear flies through the air. I catch it in time a centimetre from my right eye and immediately throw it back with full force direction it came. It pierces through Alpha Liam’s chest. Everyone stands still and stares at Alpha Liam, gasping for air as he falls to his knees, holding the spear in his chest. Blood dribbles out his mouth as he processes what I have just done. He then falls back, taking his last breath. His men are now my men. I shift back into human form, 'As the new Alpha of the Silent Howl pack, I order you to kill all members of