The Silent Alpha Novels & Stories

Sebestian growled, his eyes glowing gold. The other alpha's eyes grew wide, and he immediately got up and off the bar stool and backed away. "I'm sorry, Alpha." "What's your name?" Sebestian growled. "It's Earth alpha." "Well, Earth, I don't want you to ever see inside my club again. Now get out of my sight." Earth nodded and ran out of the club. Sebestian turned his attention towards Allen and could see how tense his omega was. Sebestian closed his eyes and then opened them as he wrapped his arms around Allen once more.

He was sure he would go mad if Ryloston took Era from him as well. * "So, Bernard, have you confirmed it?" The voice of Freddy Hart Wellington, Alpha of the Ryloston Pack, echoed through the vast, gloomy hall of his palace. It sent vibrations through the air, creating waves of fear that made every living creature there tremble. As a result, the night creatures that had been singing fell silent, and even the wind seemed to stop blowing in unison. Everything was eerily quiet, the atmosphere deeply unsettling. "Yes, Alpha," Bernard Castillo replied with a confident nod. The Beta of the Ryloston Pack then added, "Everything is as you suspected. She is indeed the girl."

ISLA'S POV The room stilled. Even the shattered glass on the floor seemed to freeze in disbelief. The silence coating the air was so deafening I could hear my own heartbeat. Me? I signed, not believing my ears. Serene’s words had dropped like a stone into still water, and the ripples reached everyone. Even her parents had been rendered speechless. The Luna buried her face into her hands. Seeing his wife's distress, the Alpha rose from his seat of power, brows furrowing in fury. “How dare you?!”

“Then you understand what you are.” Silas’s jaw tightened. “I’m not you.” The Alpha tilted its massive head. “No,” it agreed calmly. Another tremor shook the cavern. “But you will become me.” Silas’s eyes flashed silver. “Not if I end this first.” The Alpha’s lips curled back, revealing rows of deadly teeth. “You cannot end what began with your blood.” Elara stepped forward beside Silas. “Watch us,” she said quietly. The Alpha’s gaze shifted to her. For the first time, uncertainty flickered in its burning eyes.

"If that core goes critical, this whole block is a crater! We have to move!" ​"I’m not leaving without my inheritance, Sierra!" Elena shouted, struggling to break free. ​As the doors began to hiss shut, Sierra saw Alpha standing in the center of the nitrogen cloud, his hands buried in the glowing obsidian of the core. His skin was beginning to crack, revealing a dark, jagged energy beneath. He wasn't just a billionaire anymore. He was becoming something else. ​"You think a rogue can stop me?" Alpha’s voice boomed through the vault, sounding less like a man and more like a machine. "I am the Vane-System!"

"Malakai, stay back! Get behind Camille, now!" Victor’s voice tore through the frigid air of the courtyard. He didn't look at his son. He couldn't. His focus was locked on the wall of matted, purple-black fur surging toward the gate. He shifted midway through his stride, his white fur exploding outward, bone stretching and snapping into the massive frame of the White Alpha. He met the first wave of Silas’s army with a force that should have shattered spines.

My voice rang louder than intended, slicing into the silence. Heads snapped toward me. “You will hold your tongue,” Elder Haran snarled, eyes narrowing. “This council is no place for a girl.” “I’m not a girl,” I shot back, heat flooding my chest. “I am Serena Draven, daughter of the Alpha. My brother should have sat in this place. If he cannot, then why shouldn’t I?” For one heartbeat, silence. Then— Laughter. It rolled around the chamber, cruel and dismissive. Elder Fenrick chuckled until his eyes watered.

The alpha didn’t speak immediately, but the silence he left behind was far more terrifying than any words. ** Follow me on i,n,s,t,a,g,r,a,m: authormiragreen

He was gentle and always asking if I was hurt or okay, meanwhile Reis doesn’t even care, he just does whatever he wants. “If you had listened and come to me, this would have never happened,” he shook his head, disappointed. And he wasn’t lying. I had never heard of a situation where the SilentBlood Pack was attacked, or where their Alpha went around causing trouble. They were exactly as their name implied, all silent, but powerful. In every competition between packs, the Silent Pack always seemed to come second, and if the Tartarus Pack wasn’t present, they would take first place. “Reis might still come back for me,” I told him.

"Because according to these encrypted logs, you four have been funneling millions into a project designed to enslave your own Alpha. That isn't just a corporate variance, gentlemen. It’s high treason." The room went cold—not just because of the air conditioning, but because of the massive, suffocating pressure of Silas’s aura. The "Alpha-Storm" I had grounded in the penthouse was back, and this time, he wasn't trying to hide it. The gold in his eyes was so bright it illuminated the terrified faces of the men across from us.