The Silent Alpha Novels & Stories

The static in my head was gone. "I have you," the Alpha whispered, his voice raspy and barely a breath in the silence. "I have you, and I’m not letting go."

About expectations and disappointments and everything else that had been building between us. I’d had enough. I crossed the distance between us in two strides and grabbed her face, tilting her chin up forcefully. “Remember who you’re speaking to,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “I am the Alpha. Your protector, yes, but also the one who could withdraw that protection with a single word. So choose your next words very carefully.” Her eyes blazed up at me. Not with fear, but with defiance. With anger that matched my own. I’d never seen that expression on her face before. She’d always been careful around me, deferential even when she was upset.

I have a quiet, deeply personal confession to make to the ceiling of my rental apartment: attempting to maintain even the flimsiest facade of normality after experiencing a near-fatal almost-shift directly in front of a mysterious, impossibly attractive, and infuriatingly silent Alpha is an emotionally and physically exhausting endeavor.

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."

She hadn't intended the irony, but she didn't take it back. "Thank you," she said more quietly. "Now listen to what you just argued about." The river-lands Alpha scowled. "Your Highness" "A thousand people are in danger, and the first thing out of your mouths was whose border they'd cross." She walked slowly around the table. "Do you know what Ren's records said? The First Silence is an absence. A hole where something vital used to be. We don't know how it spreads, or what determines where it appears. We do know it's growing, and we're spending our time guarding old grudges."

Before I could even step back, his hand reached out, heading straight for my wrist. He never made it. Cody moved faster than I could blink. His hand shot out, gripping Mr. Hale’s wrist mid-air. There was a sharp twist, a quiet crunch, and the investor yelped in pain, his face turning pale. “Don’t you ever touch her.” Cody’s voice was low, calm, and terrifying. His eyes didn’t waver. “Consider this meeting over. I’m declining your offer. And if you ever step foot in any of my establishments again, security will escort you out personally.”

I smiled. "What if I did?" He said, trying to be bold. "Even if you did... it would never work out." I blurted. He flinched at what I said and didn't talk anymore. I waited and waited but he didn't say a thing, even his friends didn't utter a word. "She's right, you know?" Misa unexpectedly said, making me look at her. "I'm sure you heard me say it before, you know... when you were eavesdropping. He's an alpha and not just any alpha, he's an elite among elite."

he replied, his voice steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. From that day on, Silas became the Alpha's personal bodyguard. He stayed close to the Alpha at all times, using his heightened senses and sharp mind to detect any threats before they could harm his charge. And though he never revealed his true identity as the Alpha's son, Silas took solace in the fact that he was exacting revenge in his own way, by keeping the Alpha safe and alive.

He hadn’t hurt her, but it certainly looked like he was ready to introduce Shawn to a whole world of pain. Wolves were territorial. Especially the alphas. Damon had been coming on to her—marking her in the way of shifters, she knew that—and then another male had come into the room. So screwed. Shawn was struggling to get out his gun. His fingers were shaking, but, on the third try, he managed to yank the weapon from the holster. Then Shawn tried to lift the gun to Damon’s chest. “No!” Now her scream was full of fear. She raced toward them.

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.