The Silent Alpha Stephanie Light Novels & Stories

I want to present the story my way and hope you guys can get into it, too, to feel every paragraph I write. So, the type of werewolf I'm wearing here is Lycanthrope. I don't know. I fell in love with their character. She is a little late for adults for the female character, making her Wolf somewhat protective and aggressive. I want to make a female character who is not too weak or sad. She is Beta's daughter, and her father is known as Beta, who is formidable in a battle to create a balanced character. Not a weak woman who is too oppressed.

“We have to get my mother down the mountain. Now.” “I’m not leaving Ellie.” Stephanie shifted against the wall. “If she’s as far gone as what I saw, she’s dangerous. To herself most of all. You’ll need more than one person to bring her back, and I can’t make that climb without help. I’ll need both of—” “I said no.” The Alpha in my voice filled the stairwell. Something crossed her face, quick, there and gone before I could read it, and then she lowered her eyes and nodded like a tired, injured woman accepting bad news.

The silver-haired wolf every she-wolf whispered about but dared not approach. He stopped me before I reach the elevator. “Who are you looking for?” My breath got caught in my throat. But I remembered why I came here and lifted my chin. “My name is Stephanie Laurent,” I said. “Youngest daughter of Alpha Roman Laurent and I'm here to see Alpha Dante.” His expression flickered and recognition flared in his silver eyes. “Miss Laurent,” he said in a low voice. “My Alpha isn't seeing anyone.” “I only need 5 minutes,” I insisted. “I want to tell him something he won't be able to ignore.”

"Not yet. But my alpha, he says when I turn seventeen next month, he's marking me. Says it's tradition, says I should be honored. But I don't want it. Don't want him. And everyone says you can't refuse an alpha's bond, that trying to fight it kills you. But you did. You fought and lived. So I need to know how. Please." The desperation in her voice was familiar in a way that made Amelia's chest tight. She'd been this girl once. Terrified and trapped and looking for any way out. "Come inside." She stepped back, letting the girl enter. "What's your name?" "Kira." "Okay, Kira. Sit. I'll make tea and we'll talk."

"Alpha on the way she stuck with Alpha Danius Clive, and left with him in his pack" "Oh God, that is so bad now how can I kill her and sign the documents, Alpha Danius Clive never give her to me," I am upset, but determined too. Now, I get help from a witch to kill her, definitely, a witch can do this she has a large community of vampires. ***

The door shuts with a satisfying thud behind us, separating the raucous laughter and cheers from the intimate silence that now envelops us. Stephanie wriggles in my grasp, her laughter bubbly and infectious. "Put me down, Brock! I can walk by myself!" But there was no real protest in her voice. I comply, setting her gently on her feet but not quite letting go. She leans back against the desk, looking up at me with that gleam still playing in her eyes. "Okay, Alpha," she says, her hand reaching out to graze my cheek, "what's your grand plan now?"

“I’m not αlone. I hαve Liαnα.” Steve stepped forwαrd, serious. “Killiαn, listen to yourself. You wαnt to trαde Cynthiα‚ the perfect Lunα, the womαn with the council’s fαvor‚ for your stepsister. Who’s humαn??” “She’s my mαte.”

he begins before we hear the sound of pounding footsteps in the hallway. “What is the meaning of this?” a large Alpha booms from the doorway. “Who assaulted my daughter?” he asks, rushing into the room to check on Elena. “She did!” Luna Beatrice says, pointing at me. The Alpha growls, standing up to face. “How dare you! Do you know who I am?” I take a step forward, ready to fight this Alpha. He’s one of many that I met this evening, but I remember he’s Alpha Steph, Stephanie’s father. I didn’t realize that Stephanie had a sister. I guess that friendship was short-lived.

Didn’t beg. She just stood quietly. And for once, Lucien wished he were an ordinary man with ordinary problems, jealousy, betrayal, heartbreak. But he was an Alpha. And Alphas don’t get to cry. Stephanie moved closer. “You’re bleeding yourself dry for someone who’ll destroy you, Lucien.” He turned to her finally. “So what do I do? Kill her? Call the council? Mira is smarter than you think” Stephanie placed her hand on his. “Let me take her place.”

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.