Who Killed Alpha Novels & Stories

He barked, the men immediately let go of me and I barely sensed them leave. "Did you think I won't find out?!" He snarled, approaching me. He towered over me and I could feel the anger rolling off him in waves. I swallowed hard, looking up at him, trying to hide the fear in my eyes. He couldn't know... Adlartok said it won't be traced back to me. "You dare conspire with another Alpha Prime to send a hit man into my continent to kill me!!!" He thundered. Oh Eda,

“Your uncle Jerry paid those rogues to kill us.” I stared at him for a moment, trying to process the words. “That’s impossible.” “It’s the truth,” he replied. My mother rolled her eyes. “Here we go again.” “You knew?” I turned to her. “Your father believes whatever Isolde tells him,” she answered dismissively. My father’s expression hardened. “Because she brought me proof.” I looked back at him. “Jerry wanted the Alpha title,” he continued, breathing heavily between sentences. “He thought if you and I died during the attack, the position would fall to him.”

Many are horrified, some are happy and the rest are still too in shock to process it. I clumsily clear my throat to speak, “You cannot kill him.. It would result in grave punishment from the council for acting while we are halted… although I stopped the Evergreen Crest pack from continuing the battle, he is currently the Alpha.” It came out in a stronger presence than I thought possible for me. Alpha Nolan looked at me, measuring my words and releasing his pressure on Carl’s neck. He sized me up, gazing at me from head to foot before responding, “Hmm.. it appears my mate is both lethal and diplomatic. Perhaps we should discuss this further, on my territory?” I know I should be afraid but for

“I think I saw Olga earlier, Kohen. I think she's alive.” “And now the Alpha who kicked her out has been murdered, huh? How did that bitch survive?” I didn't answer because I don't have the answer either. Kohen and I went to the scene and I had to bury my face in his chest at the gruesome death of the once almighty Alpha, who accepted me in his pack. His head was on a spike, and his body was sprawled on the ground, bathing in the pool of his own blood. His guts were spilling out of him because of how many times he was stabbed.

She made no attempt to fight them even when the light burst from every corner and she was blindingly ushered into an office. "You're the wolf that killed my father", growled Alpha Mathew of the Stark Pack. He held his position behind his mahogany desk – his fist curling as she entered the room. He had taken over at the age of twenty-five when the news of his father's death had reached them. "Why didn't you kill me?" "You didn't deserve mercy", he stood from the wilted leather chair and made his way towards her. It was something he had battled with during her capture. His father would not have killed her in case she proved useful, therefore he had reluctantly left her in the cells to rot.

"Unbunch your panties, unlike you, I don't take before it is offered." "You're a demon like I will believe that!" I started with a snarl as I watched his eyes follow my soon-to-be wife! "I don't care what you believe." He laughed, clearly bored again. "Just take your fee and leave!" Anthony sighed as the sounds of murmurs and gossip filtered through the room. "No! Alpha is dead!" "Alpha is gone!" "I can see him; he is dead.. did you hear!" "Knox killed him!" "His own son, waisted him!"

More frightening than any shout. Alpha Ragnar. His gaze slid to me. Then to the lighter. Then to Vanya. “Explain.” “She….she was being difficult, Alpha. I was disciplining…” “Leave!” Quickly they scattered. Everywhere went silent. He studied me like I was a problem to solve. “You’re the revoked Luna,” he said. Not a question. “Yes.” “You killed your Alpha and his Beta.” My throat closed. “…That’s what they say.” “And you don’t deny it?”

He kept on repeating more than six times with tears rolling down his eyes, each time his voice went lower until his hands turned cold and his eyes closed peacefully and I felt the bond I had with the Alpha snap. He was dead. * "Murderer! The Omega has killed the Alpha!" I didn't know how long I knelt beside the Alpha's body, his hands still in my hands and his blood had soaked my sky blue uniform. His hands were still cold. "Look at her! She is holding the ceremonial knife! She killed the Alpha! Someone, arrest her!" My mind was a haze even when I heard the shouts and screams of the pack mates. They had felt their bond with the Alpha break, too. They knew he was dead. All I could wonder was.

They all know him, and it was a long time ago since they heard that name. Nicolas Cruzvelt, the Alpha who killed the triplet's mother, Xanthea, is here to kill them also. They think he still holds grudges to them and wants them killed. But how long he will take the fire and burn of the hearts of the wolves and mafias.

"Right. But then again, only a living person can tell a secret, my darling mate. If I kill you right here, right now, no one will ever find out about the dirty little secret between us.” He dashed at me and grabbed my neck, throttling the soul out of me. He was serious. He intended to kill me. If he added any more force, I could be dead before I got the chance to save Jenny. Fortunately, he threw me on the floor and wiped his hand. "Too cheap. I don’t want you to die fast. I want to slowly kill you, my bitchy mate." I held my sore neck, coughing loudly, almost hyperventilating. First, the Alpha tried to kill me, and now his son.