100 Scarred Alphas 관련 소설

Meera noticed this and she smiled. '"Let me let you in on a secret." Meera said looking at her and she smiled. "Those skulls aren't the skulls of ordinary werewolves you know, I would never use the skull of just any wolf as a trophy. All those skulls are the skulls of wolves like you and your family. Alpha wolves." Scarlett felt her blood go cold at the mention of her family. She had been trying to knock Meera out when she was caught and strung upwards in the air but she didn't succeed. These skulls were the skulls of Alphas.

The one with the scarred cheek shifted, his eyes narrowing slightly. “We’re not scared,” the scarred rogue grunted, his voice a low growl. “And we wouldn’t hesitate to kill the Alpha if we had to.” The words struck me like a physical blow. *Kill the Alpha.* My blood ran cold, fear warring with a surge of protective fury. I froze, every nerve ending screaming, every instinct urging me to reveal myself, to scream a warning. But I held back, my breath caught in my throat, praying they hadn’t heard the sudden hitch in my breathing.

His fists balled at his sides, the veins in his arms protruding and throbbing from the tension. I eyed Alpha Quade's men behind him who stared at me skeptically. They hadn't spoken but they seemed like the type to only speak when spoken to. Their white skin had red scars littering it. The Beta had three nasty scars going across his chest, the claws of a werewolf clearly making those scars. They seemed like trouble and not the fun kind. "I want to speak to your alpha," Alpha Quade's silky British voice mused. He may have spoken to the men around me harshly but when addressing me, he made his tone soft, like a gentle caress of the skin.

He took him out of the office, and Scarlet turned to me, fire in her eyes. “First, you beat up an innocent man to a pulp and then, come home to turn away an innocent boy who needs your help.” I smirked. “First, that innocent man isn't all that innocent, and second, that innocent boy had a home before today. Let him go back to wherever he came from.” “You're an Alpha. You're their leader. Beating one up and rejecting the other isn't part of your Alpha's duty.” She yelled out the last part as though hoping it would drill hard into my skull.

I answered as I spoke into the microphone placed in front of me. A woman raised her hand, who I recognized as Alpha Mira of the Solitary Pack. She had my respect because she was the only female Alpha I had come across and regulating a pack was a hard task. “Why don't we all join forces then? After all, the war is bound to affect everyone; Every supernatural being and even humans,” she spoke in a genteel tone. She had a point, but a werewolf’s pride was intoxicating. This was something she wouldn't understand because women were selfless and thought of what would be best for everyone. But that was not the case here amid power-hungry men, who only thought selfishly.

Caius continued patiently, "is sacred. When it finds its match it pulls. What you felt when Ryun's eyes changed, that was the bond recognising you." "It recognised the body," I said. "You said that." "Yes," he said. "So it thinks I am Seraphina." "It does not think," Ryun said. "It connects." "And it has connected to me," I said slowly. "A woman from Colorado who cannot read past middle school and has been divorced for approximately four hours." The elder woman with the silver markings who was still standing by the far wall made a sound that was not quite a gasp and not quite a scoff but managed to be both simultaneously.

Liora screamed. I tasted blood as Unit Prime pinned me, one massive hand around my throat. “You are obsolete, Alpha. Natural wolves are chaotic and weak.” I drove my claws into its side, ripping deep. Black blood flowed, but it didn’t even flinch. “Yeah? How’s this for chaotic?” I headbutted it hard enough to crack its nose. It reared back, and I used the moment to kick it off me. We both rolled to our feet. Sable opened fire from the stairs. “Eat this, you upgraded freak!”

The Alpha of the black blood pack? I've heard rumours about him. I heard he is cruel, a vengeful ghost, a dreadful being. I heard he was the incarnate of the devil himself. "I can't marry the black blood Alpha. You can keep me in the dungeon, please Alpha" I cried. The Alpha walked down from his throne towards me. I thought he was going to hit me but, he squatted to my level and touched my chin. "Amelia, you are useless to me and this pack. No one will ever accept to be your mate, this is your one chance to be married. Don't flop it" he said.

She didn't freaked at their carveat. She only retorted, "never!" A slap landed across her cheeks, In a blink of an eye, she was shoved aside. I was dragged alongside with them, I didn't argue or hesitate. "I'll be right back." I only uttered those words to Sugar. *** First time in my life that I'll ever have to come in a close contact with the Alpha King. His facial features were second to none. Although he looked like someone who wouldn't be dreadful, but I doubt that since he is the Almighty Alpha King.

“I just can't believe it, fate can be so cruel.” Before I could fully process what had just happened, Alpha Lir stepped closer, his shadow swallowing me whole. The scent of pine and power was a suffocating, cruel reminder of the man who was supposed to be my home. “I am an Alpha who values efficiency, Zara,” he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble that only I could hear. “You have no pack. No reflection. No future. You won't survive a week as a rogue. Your fractured heart will stop beating before you reach the border.”

"But I always get what I want, and I want to know the secret of the Alphas." Alexa spat in his face again, her defiance only seeming to amuse Marrow. "You're making a big mistake," she said. "The Alphas will come for us, and they'll make you pay for what you've done." Marrow laughed. "I'm shaking in my boots," he said. "But until then, you're mine. And I'll do whatever it takes to get what I want." He nodded to one of his pack members, a large and menacing wolf named Scar. "Take her away," he said. "And make sure she's... persuaded to talk."

“Oh shit, the Scarred Alpha is here.” My blood turns to ice as I remember the stories I’ve heard about him. No one knows his true name. It is even rumored that his face is so scarred from wars that no one besides his beta has seen it ever since he became the Alpha of his pack. Some say he’s not a regular wolf, they say he's a lycan, the most powerful of all werewolves. They say he was once forced into exile by his own pack... but then he came back. And when he did, wiped out half of them. My pulse thunders in my ears as I watch the gates groan open.

The rogue Alpha appeared at the edge of the crowd, flanked by his warriors, his presence sending a wave of fear through the pack. "Well, well," he sneered, a wicked grin on his face. "It seems your Alpha is unable to fulfill the terms. Shall we see what happens next?" The rogue Alpha’s warriors moved forward, weapons drawn, their eyes gleaming with malice. The pack members backed away, their fear palpable. Caden’s heart raced. "No… this can’t be happening," he thought, panic beginning to creep in. The rogue Alpha raised his hand, his smile widening. "I believe it’s time for a new leader," he declared, his voice booming. "And so, here is my decision..."

He regarded me for a moment. "I know," he said. "I am the Alpha." His gaze lingered on the scarf. "Scars are marks of survival. They are nothing to hide." I lowered my eyes but said nothing. "Wear it if you wish," he said at last. "You're dismissed." I bowed my head, took the books with me, and slipped back into my room through the connecting door. The rest of my morning passed in a blur. I brushed my teeth, took a quick bath, and dressed in a simple shirt and trousers before wrapping the scarf securely around my neck once more.

Alpha Clawn’s voice sounded like shattered glass being meshed by giant carriage wheels. He was Regan's rival in the world of cruelty and notoriety. As Regan was known as the Dreaded Warlord, he was known as the Scarred Alpha. And that was because he literally had two long red scars that elongated from the underside of his left eye down to his neck. Yes, it couldn't heal because it was said to have been inflicted by a silver weapon laced with wolfsbane. That's two of the werewolves weaknesses combined. Many still wonder where he got the scar and how he survived it.

I. "Nobody is going to touch you. Not while I'm around. They will all know that you're my mate; they can sense it, and no one likes to mess with another alpha's omega unless they're crazy. Trust me, darling. I'm not leaving you alone. Not this time. If they even try to touch you, I will rip their throat out." Ash raised an eyebrow. "What's up with alphas and wanting to rip throats out?" Alex chuckled. "Ripping another alpha's throat out means that they've won. You don't need to worry about it, darling."

If she kills them in human forms, they die as humans after all. She turns to Nicole who was still covering her slashed face with her bloody, shaky hands. Nicole starts to pull her hands away from her face, her wounds were starting to heal. It was slow because the wound was inflicted by an Alpha and direct descendants, only damages caused by Alphas and direct descendants can leave scars so devastating. Nicole’s entire body was shaking. Adrenaline and the scent of unadulterated rage filter the vicinity. Her eyes were of a wolf’s, golden and menacing. When she speaks, her voice was shaking from anger, “You bitch…”

But nobody cared to see, nobody paid me any attention. But Alpha Kael wasn't done either. He yanked his pet up by her hair, his hands ripped through her clothes, exposing her bare hips for all to see. I shrunk back instinctively, my hands flying to my mouth. Burned into her skin, was a scar, running from her bellybutton horizontally disappearing at the small of her back, was a cruel and jagged words “ALPHA KAEL PET”. The brand glowed faintly against her old scars. The room gasped, and many chuckled in twisted amusement.

He may not have admitted it a lot to her, but Scarlett was one of the best Alphas that they had ever had since her late great grandfather. Scarlett can simply not die; everything would be thrown into chaos. The secret agenda of the Elders of the Pack would come to the forefront, as each of them would be at each other's throats, fighting ferociously to get the position of Alpha. It would be the equivalent of a genocide; an era of survival of the fittest, where the poor would get crushed and killed under all that power tussle, and only the rich and noble would actually make it with their heads secure on their shoulders. He may not have admitted it a lot to her, but Scarlett was one of the best Alphas that they had ever had since her late great grandfather.

All that was left was me and Malcolm. How dare you? Is it something in your blood that makes you defy for alpha? I said boldly. Malcolm stood tall even when I had used my alpha voice. I'll kill you where you stand! He declared and charged toward me. I quickened my pace and met him in the air. He leaped and tried to scratch my face and I managed to lodge my claws in his neck. He howled in pain and I knew he was never going to heal. An alpha's scar never heals.