Who Killed Alpha Novels & Stories

Toward the only kind of ending that had ever actually mattered. "Good," she said, and for the first time in longer than I could remember, her voice didn't have a single crack in it. "Let's go home." Reports found in Alpha Josiah's office showed the kill orders between him and Declan Voss for Alpha Korr, Beta Howard, and Ricky too Chains. We never found the seven-foot hooded assassin who killed Alpha Korr. We probably never would. Brianne's MC assured us we'd never see him again. Guaranteed, they said, and something in the way they said it told me not to ask twice.

My heart broke and my belly tightened in so much sorrow as tears gathered in my eyes. He drew his face closer, hitting my face with his breath as he ran his eyes over me in suspicion. I knew he didn't believe my story. Neither he nor his brother did. “Alpha!” A voice came up and I stiffened. He jerked back and turned along with his brother. I saw a man run into the place we were, panting. “Alpha Valerius, the Alpha of Blackwater Pack, has been beheaded along with his sons,” the man blurted out and my heart began to bleed. I gripped my fist tightly and looked down, trying so hard to hold in the tears that were threatening to pour out.

And as much as she hated it, there was no going back. The next morning, Lola was summoned to the Alpha’s quarters. She stood outside the heavy wooden door, waiting for permission to enter. A moment later, a low, commanding voice called out, “Come in.” She pushed the door open, stepping inside to face the man who controlled her fate. Alpha Mike stood by the window, his back to her. His presence filled the room, an aura of authority and strength that was impossible to ignore. “Lola Reece,” he said, still not turning around. “Do you know why you’re here?”

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.

The newspaper fell from Luna Victoria’s trembling hands. Front page: “Former Alpha’s Death Under Review—Council Launches Ethics Probe” Subheadline: *Joseph Greenman Temporarily Relinquishes Command.* She stared at the headline as if it might change. Across the room, Joseph stood in silence. “You really did it,” she said. “You gave it all up.” He nodded. “They wanted a figurehead. Let them have one.” “You could’ve buried it all. No one would’ve blamed you.”

I tried to yell out, but there was no stopping them, Logan was a maniac who loved hurting people and Scott had always wanted to make him pay for everything he’s put me through, I could never stop them even if I could shift. I heard whimpering and saw that the alpha had my brother pinned down. “Alpha Logan, Please he is the only family I’ve got” my cheeks were soaking wet and I had absolutely forgotten about all the pain my body was going through, I couldn’t bear the thought of losing the only person who cared for me. The alpha’s wolf looked directly at into my eyes snarling before he ripped my brother’s head off and threw it at my feet, blood pooling where his lifeless body lay.

I tried to raise her hopes. She stopped what she was doing and closed her eyes a little bit. "I did not know what actually killed him, but I know some people will have a hand in his death." "It is Alpha Knox of the Alf pack, one of the greatest Alphas in utopia; he is said to have united the packs under his rule. There has been peace for a very long time. But not for too long until he died. When he died, all our problems started." I looked at her in doubt; I had not known this for a very long time. People have been deeply rooted in history.

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.

Knowing you as a just man, I decided to let you know first,' the Alpha said. 'Ok wh what will be it? I I ammm all ears,' the person on the other line sounded agitated and the stammering gave the person's nervousness away. The Alpha went ahead to explain everything that happened to him. Telling him that he identified Alan who happened to be his mentee amongst the attackers. 'Where is he now? I mean where is Alan now?' The Vice President asked. 'I am not sorry to tell you this he is dead,' the Alpha said.

I imagine the numbness that's enveloping me, and the searing pain roaring through my heart coupled with the breaths I need to take remaining lodged in my throat making my lungs burn might be it. Today was a day like any other. My best friends and I were out enjoying the nightlife of New Orleans, only to return home to half our pack having been slaughtered. Only for me to waltz into my parent's home to find them mutilated almost beyond recognition. Our Alpha and Luna were dead for hours, their bodies already starting to cool to the touch.