Romans & histoires Goddess Alpha Angel

I say. "The two first Alpha are there? I have seen in my cards that they are returning to Earth, but I did not know that they are already here and there to protect my aunt and the other werewolves and creatures in that area. We do not have to worry then. They are powerful creatures, but I do not know if they realize how powerful they are. My Aunt Gazelle is a powerful gypsy, and she will surely help them. I need to get there because I know more about them than anybody. I've been following this story through the history of the world. It is not the first time they have returned to Earth. They only return in the event of danger too significant for somebody else to handle. We need to get to Amer

hidden in their shadows. Angel walked forward, her heels clicking sharply against the cobblestones, entirely out of place in the rugged winter courtyard. Her eyes swept over the kneeling Elder Thomas, the disheveled Valerie, and finally landed on Draven’s bare, scarred chest. A sudden flash of greedy regret crossed her face when she realized the "monstrous" Alpha she had rejected was a magnificent, powerful god. "Well, well," Angel purred, her voice carrying a high-pitched, haughty velvet tone. "I come to check on the family arrangement, and I find my little stepsister completely failing to keep her husband's bed warm."

That had to be the most ironic shit I’d ever heard! Arella meant “angel” and sure, with her round face, stunning eyes, and halo of hair framing an innocent-looking face, she qualified as such. But seriously? What were the odds of a feral beast like me meeting a girl like her in the middle of the woods? And then her name was Arella? I mentally snorted at the idea. So this was supposed to be my--- what? Saving Angel? Oh, the irony… “None of your goddess-damned business, female,” I snarled, and tried to sit up again. This time, having learned from my previous mistake and worked myself upright a little at a time.

Luckily my back hit the ground first, so nothing broke. “Now I don't have an issue with you but I don't tolerate little kids insulting me, I'm a goddamn true alpha, I don't get to be insulted.” “Is that really what you believe?” I asked feeling so helpless but acting like all he did had no impact on me. “You know you really have a big mouth and I don't want to have to be doing this everyday but I could if that's what you want. Apologise and I might consider forgiving all your sins.”

He scowled, eyeing Angel with an intense glare. "Then you can stay behind with the others!" His statement sounded more like a punishment as he practically shouted at the female. To my surprise, Angel didn't flinch one bit and gazed down with a frown on her face. I was honestly surprised. Jace is the Alpha now; aren't werewolves supposed to follow his orders?

Kevin answered, “do you remember the ones I’m talking about? Do you know the stories?” “Yes I do. But they are just old bedtime stories.” Alex shook his head. The old Gods didn’t exist. They were just night time stories told to children. The only Goddess was the Moon Goddess. The one who destined each werewolf with their destiny and their mate. Surely this Kevin and his father couldn't be serious.

' He turned to me with his curved eyebrow lifted up. 'Fucking mind your own business! ' 'Woah Alpha! ' The beta raised his hands in the air and took a step back. His wolf recognised his raging alpha. The aura that oozed out of him was almost palpable. 'Be thankful to the moon goddess that Janette loves the pup she's carrying. ' I felt as if a spear had been stabbed in my heart.

---Mathias--- Anger burns heavy in my chest as I climb the stairs to the main floor of the warehouse. They hacked her wings off. Took away her ability fly, to be free. Alpha Donahue was right; angels live for flying and the freedom it gives them. Depending on the injury, an angel can grow their wings back, but I have never seen one come back from what I just witnessed. If she can heal her fingers, I pray she can heal her wings. Michael mentioned similar injuries and he healed from that, but it took time. A lot of time. Time we may not have, I’m afraid. Alpha Drake’s laugh pulls me from my reverie. He is washing his hands and forearms to clean the splattered blood off them. His sleeves are ro

I said with a final tone, keeping Bellezza’s body as close to my chest as possible, “we can no longer harm her in any more ways than we already have.” “And who is there to blame? That was anything but necessary,” she fought back, gesturing to what I had just done to the girl, “you need not cast that spell on her, she’s not a danger to any of us!” I didn’t let my gaze falter; I kept them sharp and piercing as if I was going to burr holes in their beings. I need to stay tough. I need to keep everything intact, especially in times like this. “I am the Alpha and I am to do whatever it is that I see fit,” I declared, reminding her of who I am to her, to Morgan; and to the Mystic Bow pack, “you ar

I was torn between hating my stupid body for feeling this way and hating the alpha for not severing the connection and releasing me. “This is all your fault, moon goddess. You cruel, evil creature!" I pointed at the ceiling, cursing the goddess and damning the consequences of defiling her. I began to rant, my voice growing higher and louder as I went, making me feel a little lightheaded as my anger boiled like lava. “Why did you pair me with D’Angelo? Do you enjoy watching me suffer? Is that what you like to do for fun? I hate you so much. You gave me a mate who is not interested in me after making me Omega and taking my father from me."