The Silent Alpha 소설 & 이야기

"You know the punishment when you intervene between an Alpha and his mate is dead and since I'm the high Alpha in all of country I can kill whoever the fuck I want and you Pink have lived your last days on this earth. I've had enough of your bullshit, racism, and rude remarks. Not only did you kiss an Alpha that was taken, but you also hurt my Omega, you made my beautiful omega cry. There is no coming back from that, but don't worry Earth will be joining you in a hell soon enough in hell. You think playing this shity game make you better person, no Pink you are nothing but a power hungry bitch. I know vert well why you want me. You don't want me beacuse of love but you want me beacuse of my

Without a seconds thought Lilith’s own large sharp teeth tore into Tye’s neck snapping it like nothing more than a twig. As she dropped his lifeless body to the ground before tilting her head up to the sky and howling. It was in that moment every man and woman around dropped to their knees. Their heads hung and eyes on the ground. They had all submitted and now finally they each accepted Lilith as their Alpha. ……. “Mykel I’m fine! Will you stop and look at me!” Lilith grabbed my face her eyes staring into mine. “I’m fine!” Her words soft as she gently kissed my lips.

I had worked too hard, sacrificed too much, to end up like this. As I forced myself to move forward, the heavy thud of footsteps pulled my attention. The room grew silent, the oppressive whispers falling away like leaves in the wind. Alpha Rick entered the space, his towering frame casting a long shadow. His mere presence demanded attention, his piercing gaze silencing even the boldest of voices.

“She is still half werewolf though. Maybe she's got weak genes or something” "Or maybe you are all dead!" Alpha Cuan's voice came through. Dead silence. All the people around went on their knees. They look terrified!

Greenwood’s crest was circled in blood-red ink, Ryder’s Starblood territory carved with deep gouges from the Alpha’s own claws. The Alpha of Silver Fang stood over it, broad-shouldered, his dark hair tied back, golden eyes glinting. His presence filled the chamber like a predator fills a den. “Too long,” he muttered, dragging one claw across the parchment map until it tore. His gaze fixed on Greenwood’s borders, his upper lip curling. “The High Alpha thinks silence is submission. That our stillness means defeat.” His Beta stood a step behind, lean where the Alpha was built of iron, his movements sharper, quicker, like a wolf made to move unseen through shadows.

My usually stoic demeanor wavered as I looked down at her, my strong facade giving way to vulnerability. "Hey," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I need you to wake up. I can't lose you." My fingers brushed lightly against hers, a gesture of desperation and longing. The bond between an Alpha and their mate was sacred, and the fear of losing her had chipped away at my composure. "I never thought I'd be so scared," I admitted, my words hanging in the quiet room. "I thought being Alpha meant I could protect everyone, but I couldn't protect you. I couldn't prevent this."

light was blinding, pulsing with the frequency of the "New Genre." "I don't want to hurt Dada," Kaelen whispered, his eyes solid violet. "Then you have to 'Delete the Reader', Genesis," a new voice boomed—the voice of the "First Alpha" returning from the grey static. The First Alpha appeared behind the Critic, his hand of "Biological Remorse" reaching for the man’s hoodie. "The 'True Real World' is not Chicago, children. It's the 'Silence' between the words. To get there... you have to 'Burn the Theater'."

A howl was a warning, and Silas’s mercenaries deserved none. The Alpha shifted seamlessly. He was no longer a man: he was a nightmare of slate-grey muscle and silver-veined quartz armor. He shot through the breach in total silence, his massive paws absorbing the impact of the forest floor. Five hundred Unbound followed him, a river of stone and shadow pouring out of the sanctuary and into the ancient pines.

My heart pounded, but Alpha Alessandro raised his hand, quick and firm, and they stopped, freezing where they stood. I glanced at Silvia, looking for some hint of what to do, but her face showed the same confusion I felt, though she was better at hiding it, her jaw tight, her eyes narrowed. “What do you want with us?” Silvia demanded, her voice hard, her glare burning into him like she could see right through him. Alpha Alessandro’s mouth opened, but instead of speaking, he let out a deep, shaky breath, his eyes dropping to the ground for a moment before lifting back to us. I looked at Silvia again, hoping for some sign of what she was thinking, but her face had turned to stone, giving nothi

"He's ridiculously handsome. There are pictures online, look." I got closer. On the screen was Ethan, the man I had been waiting for all this time. He wore an expensive outfit belonging to his pack, his eyes sharp and cold while surrounded by a powerful presence. He looked nothing like the quiet werewolf I had taken in, the same one who did the housework in my apartment and who would wag his tail to make himself look cute. My colleague kept going. "They say he is a high-ranking Alpha. The traitors used some special poison made from Wolfsbane to make him lose his memory. Now that he remembers everything, he's terrifyingly brutal. A lot of packs are scared of him."