The Tyrant Alpha Mga Nobela at Kwento

The guy that I thought would love me for the rest of my life. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Why wasn't I still enough for him when I had already achieved everything a woman could be proud of? I was the heiress to the Greyfur Pack. I was the next Luna, and he was supposed to be my Alpha, who would unite strength with our pack. Tyler was an honorable man. He owned many charities all over the city and had a kind heart that no one saw because he was always known as a proud and arrogant Alpha who loved to brag about his wealth and titles.

“Right this way, lady killer smile.” I was beginning to second-guess my decision to come here willingly. They're shady characters, that’s for sure, but they're unmistakably linked to Tyrelle. But I'm not quite ready to meet this Alpha yet. Tyrelle is a werewolf, therefore the so called Alpha is their leader, right? What makes their leader want to meet with me? “Don't worry, babe.” I looked down and saw Al wiggling his body in concentration. “I will be out of these binds in a few seconds. Then we can run away into the sunset and be on our merry way to a lifetime of love and happiness.”

But Anna is his replica, with the same piercing shade of eyes. “Dad…” I swallow, feeling a pinch in my chest. “I…” “You what? You ruined things, right?” “I was at the pack house yesterday,” I mutter, hating the way he glares at me, like I am worth nothing. Like I can do nothing. “And I found the Alpha of the Blood Ridge Pack.” “Please tell me you put a knife to his gut.” I bite my lips, taking a slow step back. My eyes fall to the ground, just as I shake my head slowly.

Amara's voice hit her with a jolt, "Why are you looking at the new Alpha like that?!" New Alpha?! Iris's eyes widened as they dropped to the ground. She had been so obvious, the crowd had noticed. That was the New Alpha? Why was he dressed so ordinarily? Like just anyone on the street? and he was so young, younger than her even. How could someone that young be the new Alpha? What would people say about his image? Didn't he care about that?! And... even that did nothing to water down his looks; He was handsome, yes, but intimidating.

"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

Lucian If the devil was incarnated, it would be me. There was no one more deadlier than me... Well, my father was deadlier than me before he died. I'm way different from my father now that I've grew in so many ways. My name is Lucian Van Othello, the ruthless and cruel Alpha of the Black Blood Pack. I'm hot, handsome, sexy and has what all girls love the most, a huge dick for them to ride.

The men again laughed as they encouraged their Alpha. “This pretty piece of ass will show you just what a ‘she-wolf’ is capable of. Be ready for when the sun rises you will be apologising at my feet. The only thing you’ll have to worry about is whether or not you’ll have any teeth left.” Without giving Tye the chance to respond we upped at left. I don’t know where Lilith found the courage to speak like that, but I couldn’t have been any prouder.

“Alastor and Orion mention you are a lover of literature. So let’s start like this… Once upon a time, many, many years ago, a tyrant of an Alpha led this pack. His soul was coated in oily darkness. The man was cruel, selfish, and power-hungry; his name was Hades. One night, Alpha Hades and some of his close men raided a neighboring pack, Emerald Shores. There they met a fortune teller, she pleaded for her life. The Alpha sneered at the young woman. For what could this woman offer him? What would be more satisfying than his hand wrapped around her beating heart?

Hunter muses. I watch the other man with undisguised interest. All Typhon does is say, “I beg your pardon?" "If I might be so bold as to make a deduction based upon your behavior of the past few days, Typhon …” “Just get to the point, Hunter,” Typhon huffs. “You clearly did not want it to be made public that alpha … ah … little Alpha .... er … shall we call him the little invisible Alpha?” “I prefer Jonas,” I supply helpfully.

Reaching the door in seconds, I tasted victory again as I attempted to unlatch it, only for it to swing itself open and reveal something—no, someone—that I'd been dreading to face since I had met the cold and crazy Alpha. It was the cruel Alpha. I froze on the spot, my feet suddenly trembling as I met his eyes, and his eyes met mine. His presence was enough to make me want to run back to Liev and Axel, in hope that I'd get an easier death. I've heard of the terrible things he's done to wolves for the little mistakes they made. I was as good as dead, standing in front of him like this. But hell, was he one of the finest gods I had ever laid my eyes on. Anyone would drool from where I stood, a