Alpha of the Millennium Book 2
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Sapir Englard
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In a world where supernatural forces and human lives intertwine, Reyna grapples with her impending transformation into a vampire while navigating high school drama and deadly secrets. As she and her friends uncover a series of gruesome murders, they find themselves entangled in a web of dark magic, ancient vendettas, and mysterious creatures. With her family and friends at risk, Reyna must confront her fears and embrace her hidden powers to protect those she loves.
No Kill
EVE
FOUR MONTHS LATER
Reynaâs fist flew through the air. I glided backward, easily dodging it.
âToo slow,â I said with a smirk.
âYouâre like, thousands of years old,â she responded, wiping away the sweat collecting on her brow. âItâs not fair. Youâve had way more time to train.â
The vein in my forehead twitched as I narrowed my eyes.
Donât think I didnât catch that shade about my age, I said, communicating with Reyna telepathically.
âGod, get out of my head!â she shouted. âI hate it when you do that. Itâs invasive.â
âDonât be so dramatic,â I said, rolling my eyes. âWhen you decide to become a vampire, youâll have powers that are just as invasive.â
âIf I decide to become a vampire,â she said, correcting me.
In just a little over two years, Reyna would have to make the hardest decision of her lifeâŠ
Whether or not to embrace the vampiric blood running through her veins and undergo the ritual that would change her life forever.
I was going to make damn sure she was ready, both mentally and physically, for when that time came.
âLetâs go again,â I said, assuming a defensive stance.
âEve, Iâm starving! Can we at least do these training sessions after breakfast?â Reyna asked, her stomach grumbling almost as much as her.
âIf you can get a hit on me, even a little scratch, we can end training early,â I said as a challenge.
A reinvigorated expression appeared across Reynaâs weary face as she put up her fists.
âYouâre on.â
***
I sat down at the empty dining room table in the pack house after Reyna left for school.
Hundreds of years ago, Iâd made my decision to become a vampire to save my daughter Snow.
Iâd needed all the power I could get to fight the forces that separated us.
Reyna, on the other hand, had lived a much different life. Vampirism wouldnât be an easy choice for a seventeen-year-old girl whoâd spent her formative years as an emo wallflower at Lumenâs local high school.
Sheâd never asked for this. Still, she was heir to the Morgan fortune and had never asked for that either. Reyna was stronger than she looked and had always been able to adapt to whatever life threw at her, at least in the few months Iâd known her.
Whichever path she choseâŠ
I just want to make sure she actually has a choice.
REYNA
Anyaâs foot tapped relentlessly under the desk in study hall.
âAnya, quit it,â I whisper-shouted.
âI canât,â she said under her breath. âToo excited for tonight.â
I had to admitâso was I. A few guys from the pack house were having a secret party in the woods, and Eve had no idea.
I couldnât fucking wait.
Training with Eve every day, and failing half the time, was starting to wear on me.
And prepping for finals was even worse.
It was hard to focus in school when you were surrounded by hundreds of horny werewolves.
Sure, teenagers always had sex on the brain. But this past week, Iâd seen record cases of dry humping in the hallways.
It was almost like the Haze had started again, but that didnât make any sense. It had just happened a few months ago.
Maybe a party was exactly what everyone needed. A chance to let off some steam.
I know I sure as hell need it, the way that Eveâs been riding my ass during training.
I shifted in my seat, watching the clock on the wall. Every passing second felt like an eternity.
Our study hall teacher, Mr. Bateson, was organizing paperwork on his desk when the vice principal, Ms. Pilgrim, walked in.
Normally, she looked like the very definition of a school marm, but today her hips swayed seductively, and her six-inch heels clicked on the linoleum floor.
A scent of vanilla lotion wafted in with her.
My jaw dropped open, and so did Mr. Batesonâs as he looked up.
She leaned over his desk, letting her cleavage hang out as she whispered something in his ear about volunteers and chaperones for the upcoming Lumen High Carnival.
But he didnât seem to be paying attention to her words. He was too busy eyeing her up and down.
His hand reached for her waist as he let out a low growl.
She cocked her neck, flipped her hair to one side, smiling coyly.
Then she was gone, clicking her heels back out of the classroom door as he watched her, drooling.
Okay, maybe the Haze really is starting up again? Is a second Haze even possible?
The bell finally rang, signaling my freedom.
As we all spilled into the hallway, Lumen kids hollered and howled, comparing weekend plans with each other. Anya and I stopped at her locker to swap out books.
I spotted Meagan Stanley, president of the debate club, leaning against a wall across from us.
Her boyfriend had one hand up her skirt, and her long, blonde hair was wrapped around his other hand as he pulled it back, his mouth finding its way around her neck.
Her eyes locked with mine, and she licked her lips softly, inviting me over. Her boyfriend noticed me and smiled.
I looked away fast. âAnya, hurry up!â
âOkay, okay, sheesh,â she said, shutting her locker.
Meagan and I were friends, but not that kind of friends.
Whatâs gotten into people lately?
As we left, I couldnât deny I feltâŠa stirringâŠinside of me.
What was that feeling?
It was the same sensation I sometimes got when I was deep in my vampire training, and I felt my powers start to bubble up to the surface. It wasâŠ
Desire.
RAPHAEL
All my life, Iâd fought wars. The war outside. The one within.
This time, the fight would be on both turfs.
As Alpha of the MillenniumâAlpha of all Alphasâ Iâd lead my pack against Barron von Logia one day. He was out there somewhere, a threat to us all.
A threat to my daughterâŠ
I didnât know what he was planning, but I wasnât going to sit around and twiddle my paws.
I was going to track him down and make him pay for what heâd done.
But as a father, and as Eveâs mate, I knew that for now, my place was here in Lumen. Iâd have to stand back from battle to protect what I held most dear.
Iâd never leave Eve alone again.
I watched my mate as she stirred awake and sat up, her long dark hair cascading down her back.
She leaned over, her spine a gentle terrain up the arch of her back. She pulled on her panties and let the sheet fall away as she stood up.
She laced her arms through the straps of her bra, fastening its clasps behind her. Her shoulder blades pushed against the muscles in her back. Light caught on the scars where her wings sometimes protruded.
She stepped into her jeans, her G-string causing my manhood to quiver, ready to wake again.
My Eve.
Five hundred years of time lost to stolen memories.
âIâm heading to the Morgansâ,â Eve said as she craned her elegant neck to look at me with her sparkling purple eyes.
Those eyes.
They lit up her face.
They lit up the whole damn room.
No matter how tough Eve was, she could always rouse me with a single gaze.
âWhy donât you join?â she asked. âIâm teaching Reyna to use my scythe.â
âNah. You go. Iâve got business to attend to.â
âBusiness?â Eve asked with a hint of skepticism. She crawled back onto the bed like a cat. âThatâs a rather vague answer,â she said, kissing my neck. âKeeping me at a distance, are we?â
I grabbed her, flipping her onto her back so I could kiss her lips and forehead.
âNever,â I said. âThe only distance I want between us is my ten inches inside of you.â
Eve pushed me off with a smirk. âMore like nine.â
She feigned resistance as I grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. âCare to measure?â
But before I could go any further, she was already at the door, lightning fast. Her vampire speed always caught me off guard.
âSorry, I have training. But maybe later we can have a session of our own,â she said slyly as she walked out the door.
You can count on it.
After sheâd gone, I picked up my phoneâŠ
Raphael
Have you found him?
Killian
No news of Barron yet
Killian
But there are rumblings that heâs assembling an army
Raphael
An armyâŠwhat the fuck for?
Killian
I canât even be sure itâs true
Killian
Heâs been very discreet
Killian
Not leaving a trace
Raphael
Do you have any leads?
Killian
MaybeâŠ
Killian
Iâm heading to Kiev
Raphael
Donât lose his trail.
Raphael
And keep me updated.
As I put my phone down, I dug my claws into the feather pillows.
If the rumors were true, Barron von Logia would be revealing himself in a very big way.
I had to be prepared for anything.
REYNA
I parked my Jeep in the center of a foggy clearing near the party and rolled up the windows.
âWeâre here,â I announced, feeling anticipation in the pit of my stomach.
Iâd never been the type of girl to go to parties, but lately Iâd been invited to all of them. It was hard to be invisible at school anymore when everyone was so intent on seeing meâŠor being seen with me.
The heir to the Morgan fortune.
Anya was used to the attention though. She loved it.
She chewed her bubble gum and nodded, looking like a princess in her shimmering pink blouse. âLetâs get this party started!â
Suddenly, we heard a stirring in the backseat, and a head of messy hair popped up from underneath a pile of blankets.
âSnow!â Anya and I shouted at the same time.
She stared back at us with an innocent smile on her face.
âYou little stowaway! Your momâs going to kill me!â I said, my anticipation turning into anxiety.
âNo kill,â Snow said, wrinkling her brow.
I rubbed my forehead. I couldnât blame the girl for wanting to get out more. Being held captive for five hundred years must have been rough.
But she wasnât exactly operating at the same capacity as a normal fourteen-year-old.
And I wasnât about to play babysitter.
âWe have to take her home,â I said, turning to Anya.
âRey, thereâs no way weâre missing out on this party,â Anya whined. âCome on, just one hour. Sheâll be fine!â
Sighing, I decided it was easier to give in than to argue. âStay in the car,â I said to Snow. âAnd lock the doors from the inside. Got it?â
She nodded, although she didnât look happy about it.
She locked the car doors behind us, and I let the anticipation of having actual-real-life fun tonight drown out my worries.
We heard voices mingling in the cool night air and walked down a short hill through piles of dried leaves.
âWill Jed be here?â Anya asked.
âI donât know,â I responded, though I hoped that he would be.
âFunny, seems like you guys talk a lot,â Anya said with a little smirk.
The truth was, Jed was always busy being the Millennium Packâs Delta. Weâd had a moment a while back, but he was just a good friend now.
Heâd never been super into the idea of a girlfriend, and I didnât imagine he had the time for one, anyway.
Which was fine because I thought of him as more of a brother. Or maybe a cousin.
A cousin who I happened to make out with once.
âItâs not like that, Anya,â I said a bit defensively.
âSuuure,â she said, smiling.
My sister could think whatever she wanted.
But Jed and I definitely werenât a thing.
We entered a clearing where people were drinking and dancing around the warmth of a fire.
And there was Jed. He turned around like he could smell that Iâd just arrived, his face alight in the blaze. He waved us over.
He wasnât even partially shifted, but his excited expression made me envision a tail wagging between his legs.
âIâm surprised to see you here,â I said, giving him a friendly hug.
âHey, Deltas need to blow off steam too,â he said with a grin.
Someone turned up the music, and a couple near us started heavily making out. I looked away, suddenly self-conscious.
âHow is Delta duty, anyway?â I asked, trying to avoid looking at the couple as they bumped into me, panting and growling.
âThe pack house has been crazy lately,â Jed responded, stepping closer to me. âGabriel took half the West Coast Pack out to track the Divine Hunters, which means that Raphael and all of us Millennium Wolves have to pull our weight and look after Lumen. Itâs pretty stressful.â
âSchool is crazy too,â I said. âEveryoneâs acting like theyâre on something.â
Another couple started ripping off each otherâs clothes and someone yelled: âfuck me!â before falling into the bushes.
âYikes. Itâs like the Haze is happening again,â I said, starting to get a weird feeling.
Before Jed could answer, we caught a glimpse of bluish white light glowing over the forest canopy.
Thatâs not moonlight⊠So what is it?
A scream suddenly pierced the rowdy noise of the party. Everyone stopped.
âReyna, look!â Anya said, pointing toward my car at the top of the hill.
The door was open, the overhead light was on, and the seats were empty.
âSnowâŠâ I murmured under my breath.
I grabbed Jedâs hand, and we ran toward the location of the scream.
When we arrived by the embankment, a circle of people had already gathered. Most of them were half dressed, clothes tossed on the ground. Naked breasts, butts, and biceps caught the moonlight.
As I pushed through the crowd, my eyes widened in horror at the sight in front of me.
Snow.
She held her knees, rocking back and forth, a blank expression across her face.
Next to her was Meagan Stanley from debate club.
Her blonde hair was matted with blood.
Her long legs, the same ones her boyfriend had just been feeling up hours before, splayed out at unusual angles.
Her head was torn from her neck.
Snow was repeating two words over and over again as she rocked back and forth.
âNo kill.â
