Alpha Dreams の小説・ストーリー

Being with this Alpha must be ten times better than being stuck with Gamma Price. I have to make this work. No matter what.

Pine and frost and furious, untamed power. An Alpha’s scent. And it’s coming from right behind me.

It doesn't take us long to drift off to sleep. I begin dreaming of peace. The war has finally ended and all packs serve one Great Alpha. A large magnificent black wolf with shimmers of white that shine like diamonds. One emerald green eye and one ocean blue eye...I know those eyes! I sit up in complete shock! A great Alpha is coming and it is her....Jedd's niece.....Jezebel! What the fuck?

He was sending message to his only friend, Adom. The most delectable, earth-shattering scent worked its way through Ash foggy brain as she took deep breaths. The scent of apples and jasmine and a beautiful base note of roses all accented by the most perfect scent of Alpha he had ever had the pleasure of smelling invaded hid lungs. Alpha, the scent of Alpha. His Alpha! "MY ALPHA" she barked out as the realisation hit him like one of those new steam trains. She sat bolt upright as his eyes sprang open, which was a mistake, not the biggest one he had made today, admittedly, but bad enough. He slumped back onto the sofa as a wave of dizziness overtook him.

Intentionally, she jiggled her bra cupped boobs getting the attention of the Alpha. She pushed her boobs and rubbed it against his chest. "Let's do this, no one will know" "No!" * Alpha Carl woke up from his sleep, breathing quite heavily as he realized that everything had been a dream. He looked down at his crotch and found that he was super hard and his pajamas had been stained with pre cum. He pulled his hair backwards with his right hand and groaned. "What's wrong with you, Carl?" He asked himself. "Am I really going crazy over my mate's twin?"

He silently prayed that none of these myths would distract Dom from his newfound responsibilities. "Have you ever heard of this, Alpha?" Dom asked moments later, getting Oscar's attention in the right way. "The myth of an Alpha born under the Golden Moon." Oscar was taken aback. This time his forehead wrinkled slightly, showing his uncertainty. "According to the stories I've heard, an Alpha born under the Golden Moon has a special gift. I don't know exactly what that gift is, but I do know that you were born under the Golden Moon. Isn't that right, Alpha?"

She looked up to see Harley, his face serious. "We need to talk," he said. She nodded, setting aside her work. "What's on your mind?" Harley hesitated, then spoke. "I've been having dreams. Visions, maybe. I see the Shadow Alpha, and it's like... it knows I'm watching. I think it's trying to communicate with me." Marinetta frowned. "What do you mean? What do you see?" Harley took a deep breath. "In the dreams, I'm in a dark place, surrounded by fog. I hear whispers, and then I see the Shadow Alpha. It speaks to me, but I can't understand the words. It's like it's trying to tell me something."

But tonight, there was something in his eyes, something that mirrored the fear gnawing at my own chest. "What is it this time?" I asked, already sending this was not about Caelum anymore. "Alpha, there's fire on the mountain. It's..... about a dream I had last night. That got my attention. My beta's dreams weren't like ordinary dreams. He was blessed by the Moon Goddess with the gift of vision. Whenever the Goddess wanted to send a warning or revelation concerning our pack, she spoke through him. I motioned for him to continue. He swallowed hard and began,

***Tamara**** I stood by my parents kitchen counter deep in perennial thoughts that discombobulated my entire conscious. My right hand reflexively rubbed my lower abdomen gently, as my mind pushed dirty imaginations forward. The former alpha's words continued to be evocatively present in my mind in replication. It was a never ending cycle of thoughts, with images of my stomach sliced up forming every time Addanc's name rang. Nightmare

And in Woodhidge-high, the most notorious bully was Clenk. Clenk Harris was a seventeen year old werewolf whose parents were quite rich. He was by miles, the strongest werewolf—his age—in town. His strength was just a gift to him, he wasn't a leader of any sort, yet he was an Alpha. He was born an alpha. Alphas generally get their level of authority and power after they have invested in leading a particular pack or killing another alpha werewolf. However, there aren't many alphas anymore because there wasn't any pack to rule. Over time, the werewolf culture has been forced to go through changes and series of phases because of the intimidating ever-growing nature of the humans. While, werewol