Too Late Alpha My Silence Was Goodbye Novels & Stories

"Ha! That's why you got so flustered you tumbled from the tree! "Dylan! You've found her again, the girl you've been fond of, your mate. It's been twenty-two years. Our Northland Alpha King finally has his Luna Queen!" "Keep it down. She can hear you..." Dylan's voice was steady, but my ears were filled with nothing but the pounding of my own heart.

Selena's voice was sharp and smug, "my new mate, Marcus, the Alpha of the Iron Claw Pack." Marcus was a thick-set man with a brutish face and greedy eyes. Selena scanned the room. When her eyes landed on Ethan in the corner, a look of contempt crossed her face. She deliberately walked over to him. “Well, well,” she cooed, her voice dripping with poison. “If it isn’t my one true love. Look at you. Just… look at you.” Ethan looked up, a final shred of hope in his eyes. "Selena... you came back..."

A violent cough shook her body, tears spilling from her eyes. Killian’s jaw clenched, rage flashing in his eyes as his arms tightened around her. “Why would you ever think of leaving me?” His voice was low, breaking with both anger and pain. “I… I don’t have much time,” Maya murmured with a faint, fading smile. “I’ll be gone… forever this time, Alpha.” “No.” Killian’s command was sharp, his hand cupping her face as his eyes burned into hers. “Stop talking. Don’t you dare say goodbye.” He lifted his gaze, and with a single look, his Beta rushed forward to act.

For one terrible second, she almost faltered, she almost reached for him but she forced herself to stand taller, colder. “I see you,” she said. “I see you too clearly and that’s the problem.” His eyes flared, pain cutting deep enough to show. He inhaled sharply, like he’d taken a blow. Then, with a suddenness that left the air burning, he turned and walked away. The echo of his boots against the stone floor was thunder in the quiet chamber. Nicole didn’t move, she didn’t breathe. She held herself rigid until the heavy door slammed shut behind him. The silence that followed wasn’t empty anymore. It was jagged and shattered, a silence that promised nothing could be mended the same way again. N

] [Silja: Good night. I turned my phone to silent except for the alarm and tried hard to go to sleep. When I was finally able to get some sleep again, it felt too short. My phone alarm goes off, and I very groggily get up. When I took my phone off of silent mode, I noticed that Gerard continued messaging me after I said good night. [Alpha-Hole: Good night? Can we talk about this please?] [Alpha-Hole: Are you there?] [Alpha-Hole: This is probably important, Silja.]

I interrupted the silence while my eyes were on him. “Well, you just got here. It’s too early to ask such a question,” he responded, and I saw that coming. I knew I wasn’t supposed to look into his eyes because he was the Alpha, but I was used to doing that. Before he told me he was Alpha, I had gotten used to it. It might be a little difficult for me to be formal with him. His legs remained crossed, and he had his undivided attention on the television screen. The ongoing show seemed to be his favorite, but I found it boring. I couldn’t help but wonder what would have become of me if I had been sold to someone else.

The former Alpha was found dead in his room on a Tuesday morning in October, foaming at the mouth, and the last person who had been with him was Dahlia. “She was the one who killed him.” Their voices echoed in my head. She had brought him food. His dinner was the same as any other night, and two hours later, he was gone, and the food was the only thing that made sense, and Dahlia's hands had prepared it, and Dahlia was nowhere. I hit the bag. “The evidence was clean,” a voice in my head had been saying for eighteen days, and I had been hitting things for eighteen days trying to decide whether the voice was grief or instinct, and I still did not know the answer.

Not after what happened last night. Every instinct told me to back away. Leave. Hide. But I stood there, frozen and silent. Thor finally threw the man against the wall like he was weightless. He crashed onto the floor with a groan, coughing and gasping for air. The Alpha turned slowly then, his eyes locking onto mine with a heat so fierce it scorched me from the inside out. “You’re late,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I—I’m sorry, Alpha Thor.” My head stayed bowed. “It won’t happen again.”

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."

"Marco was a loser, always lazing around. Now that he's disabled, he's my ace in the hole." "You're a genius!" her friends gushed. "Obviously!" Bella puffed up with pride. "Now I've got this dumb cash machine wrapped around my finger with guilt. The guiltier he feels, the more he pays out. "And the best part," Bella gloated, "he still thinks I'm this innocent, sweet victim. A little cry from me, and he's putty in my hands, ready to say 'yes' to anything." The video ended, and silence engulfed the mansion.