Novel & Cerita อัลฟ่า

If I would have been that you were going to find your mate at the graduation I never would have made a deal with him. Just exactly who is this Alpha in Italy? I ask him. His name is Alpha Valentino Marelli and he is one of the most fearsome and ruthless Alpha's there is. He even scares the living daylights out of me. Do you mean to tell me that some Alpha from Italy who we haven't heard of scares you? I said to my father. Yes, he does scare me, he kind of sounds like he's from the Italian Mafia too.

"How can we halt the relentless advance of this unseen enemy?" Alpha Thorne, the largest and most robust Alpha among the packs, a warrior renowned for his indomitable will, was known for his ruthlessness and ferocity in combat. Tales spoke of his ability to dismantle foes effortlessly. As Alpha Thorne spoke, the expressions of many fellow Alphas darkened—some with rage, others with fear or apprehension. Several had suffered losses to illness, leaving them unsettled and skeptical of their healers' abilities. Doubt lingered among their ranks.

* Mike replies just as the large doors to the throne room open once more. I peer at the Alpha who confidently strides forward. His tall dark frame with familiar green eyes lock on mine and he smiles wide and brilliantly. “Marcus?” I say with a frown because the man is almost the carbon copy of Lamia’s father. “Your Highness,” The Alpha bows, “Alpha Albert of the River Moon pack.” He speaks now nodding his head at Mike as a greeting. Mike smiles and bounces down the steps. “Alpha Albert, it’s a pleasure to meet you finally.” Mike extends his hand to the Alpha who takes it, and they shake vigorously. “My father will be sorry he missed you.”

Albert replied. "So you already know? Why is that?" asked Ryn. "Seriously? You're asking me that question?" Albert turned to the girl. "I am Albert Dexter, Alpha of the largest pack in Wolfspring. Everyone knows who I am," he continued in a haughty tone. Ryn rolled her eyes at Albert's words. Everyone knew about his reputation. Of course, they do. How could she forget? She was accompanying a famous figure to a party. Wasn't that an honor?

Alpha - Ruler of a wolf pack/ 1st in command Beta - 2nd in command Gamma - 3rd in command Delta - 4th in command and train to become the next Beta • • •

Damn this horny Alpha! We are still outside!

Still recovering from a shift that had nearly torn him apart. Outside, Silvermark stretched beneath him. The pack grounds were alive. Wolves moved about their duties. Guards patrolled the paths. Somewhere below, someone laughed. Someone else barked an order. Life continued, steady and unaware. Like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t collapsed. Like the Alpha hadn’t rejected him. Like a message hadn’t just been delivered demanding a death. Alvar. The name settled in his chest, heavy and familiar. The Cold Alpha of the North. His target.

“Alpha—” “And not to mention my best friend’s death— Getting engaged to her and protecting her was my promise to him. He trusted me to keep her safe and had always wanted us to be happy together and had always wanted his sister to be a powerful, confident, and unwavering Luna. If I don't make her my Luna, I'd fail my best friend and render his sacrifice and my promise useless.”

He knew his friend was right. "Is there any other information you need to give me?" He asked with a calmer outburst. "There actually is one think." She looked down and began playing with her hands in her lap. "We know where the true Alpha is." "True Alpha? You know where Tax Moore is?" He looked at her in disbelief. She nodded. "I heard he lives just off your territory." Celus rushed to his desk and pulled out a very large map of his territory. "Show me where." Celus grumbled, going in full Alpha mode. Safiya nodded, a little intimidated by the way his eyes shifted between their normal color and a midnight black.