All Chapters of The Alpha's Myth: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ricardo    The Tennessee whiskey is smooth on my tongue as I take the first sip after a hectic day. The stock market was crazy today, and I'm glad the day is finally over. I look forward to going to the bar with my Beta, get a little tipsy and maybe find someone to warm my bed for the night.  There's a soft knock on my door and I frown. My assistant knows I don't like to be bothered after five, especially after the day I just had.  "Come in!" I holler and she sticks her head inside, a grimace on her face.  "I'm sorry to bother you sir, but there's a gentleman out front that would like to speak to you." Michelle's voice is soft and apologetic.  "Tell him to come back tomorrow during office hours." I say harshly.  She flinches and clears her throat. "I have tried to do that, sir, but he says it's an emergency."  I groan. What emergency could there be? I have my bord

Ricardo "How could you make such a blind decision?" Harry hisses at me as soon as Sebastian closes the door behind him. Daemon growls inside me at my Beta and I frown. What is wrong with him? He's been restless and on edge ever since he heard about the girl. He's not talking to me either, so I don't know what he's thinking. "We owe him, remember?" I remind my Beta and drink the last of my whiskey, the liquid burning a welcome path down my throat, warming my stomach. And you know me, I don't like owing anybody anything, so the sooner the three months are over, the better." I don't tell him that I'm curious as hell to see what this girl looks like. It's not every day someone asks for protection for a wolf that is almost an adult. Warning bells are going off in my head too, telling me there must be something wrong with this girl, but I've never been known as someone who backs away from a challenge. My instinct is telling me to give this a chance, and it's never failed me before. Harr

Ricardo    I'm completely stunned.  Air whooshes in my ears and my blood is pumping at an extreme pace, my heart threatening to stop completely. Daemon is howling and jumping inside me like he has lost all sense of rationality.  She is indeed the most exquisite thing I have ever seen.  When Sebastian said she was exceptionally beautiful, I thought she was model-like, someone who could grace magazines, but she is so much more than that.  Her hair is the color of finely spun light-gold, her eyes the lightest of blue I have ever seen, appearing almost ice-like. Her nose is slim and straight and her cheekbones high, her lips are full and tinted a natural pink. I want to feel those lips underneath mine immediately, but I'm too shocked to do anything.  Could it be? Could she be...  It's not possible, is it? She is only seventeen and wouldn't be able to find her mate unt

Ricardo     She's faster than she looks, but Daemon stays behind her. She's clearly upset about something and he's giving her space, but she would still know that he's there. She runs straight to the house and Daemon looks away as she shifts from wolf to human form. I don't even know my own wolf anymore, he has never shown this much restraint before.   I wait a few minutes before I shift too, making sure she has already entered the house. Nudity has never been a thing for werewolves, we shift in front of one another without being self-aware, but I'm not sure if that's the case with her. There are so many things about this girl that I don't know. Maybe Harry was right, maybe I made the decision to take her in too quickly. I should have asked more questions first. But when you're presented with your mate on a silver platter, what are you supposed to do? Say no?  I pull on the pyjama pants I left at the kitc

Ricardo Ianthe's lavender scent is surrounding me in the car when we drive to the office. I've been quiet ever since we left, my head a maelstrom of thoughts and confusion. She doesn't have a scent. Which is impossible because all I can smell is her. Her scent is everywhere I turn, I can't even smell my own bodywash anymore. When I closed my eyes in the shower, I saw a field of lavender with her wolf as white as snow amongst it, why is it that I can smell her and not Colt? As wolves we rely heavily on our senses, and I have never encountered one who doesn't have a scent. Sebastian lied to me about something, but I'm not going to call him and just ask. I first want to unravel this mystery on my own. Her hand is soft and small in my own when I open the door for her and help her out of the SUV. She's wearing appropriate clothes today, and I can't help the sweep of my eyes to her ample breasts. She's dressed modestly, the tee covering everything and her jeans not too tight, but there