Alpha Family Emotions Short Stories & Novels

Everyone I've ever loved ends up loving Vanessa Hale more. I can see it happen. There's a number over their heads, and it tells me exactly how much they like her. At the orphanage, my favorite teacher hit 80. She stopped saving me candy. She stopped taking my hand. The day before my mating ceremony, my fiancé hit 100. He said he needed more time. There was a hickey on his neck. So I said okay, and I left. Then my real family found me. An Alpha, his Luna, and a big brother who spoiled me rotten. Every time I praised Vanessa in front of them, their numbers dropped. All the way to negative one hundred thousand. I finally let my guard down. Then they missed my birthday. And when they walked in, the number over their heads said 20.

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, the old Alpha King laid the names of several heirs before me and told me to choose my future mate. Because I was the only pureblood heiress of the Redmoon Pack. For generations, Redmoon Pack had bound itself to the Alpha King’s line through bond. Only my bloodline could bear true pureblood heirs, and whoever formed a bond with me would stand closest to becoming the next Alpha King. This was never just a bond. Even so, I chose without hesitation. Kaelan, the fourth heir. Everyone present was stunned. Everyone across the packs knew that I, Sia, the pureblood heiress of Redmoon Pack, had loved Raine, first heir to the Alpha King’s line, since I was young. I had once declared before the gathered packs that I would bond with no one but him. In my previous life, I got exactly what I wanted. I bonded with Raine. But three days after our bond was sealed, he told me he intended to bring my half-sister, Veya, into his household and keep her by his side. My mother refused, and Veya was instead promised to one of my father’s young retainers. Raine hated me for it. He believed I had torn him and Veya apart. After that, one she-wolf after another appeared at his side, and every one of them resembled Veya in some way. He let them humiliate me, torment me, and grind me down until I died on the day he took the title of Alpha King. Now that I had lived again, I wanted only one thing: to stay far away from him, leave him to Veya, and spare myself. But when the old Alppha King’s bond pact finally came down, the same Raine who had once wanted me dead lost control on the spot and openly defied it.

My elder sister, Alice, was a white wolf. A witch had foretold that my power would devour hers, that the moment I shifted during our coming-of-age ceremony, she would die. The only way to save her was to suppress my power, let her shift first at the ceremony, and break the curse. To save her, my parents spent eighteen years breaking me. And the night before our ceremony, they followed the witch's orders and locked me in the basement with silver-banded iron chains. "Be good, Maria. The silver will only delay your shift. Just get through tomorrow, and your sister lives. Then we can all stop suffering." The chains pressed against my chest. I could barely breathe. But something was wrong. My shift was starting, early. I slammed my fists against the door. "Mom, it's starting. I'm shifting now—" "Don't lie to me." Her voice cut through, sharp and loud. "The witch said both of you shift on ceremony day. Or are you really that eager to watch your sister die?" Footsteps faded down the hall. The pain hit, searing, ripping through every bone. I curled into the corner, feeling my wolf slip away.

The day Alpha Kyle Locke came to deliver the marking token, he brought two, just like always, and let my sister Serafina Voss choose first. One was a custom-made moonstone collar, a specialty piece from Frost. The other was a wolf fang pendant, the kind sold in every shop in town. Neither of us said anything. Everyone just waited for Serafina to reach out first. Never mind that this token had been chosen for my marking ceremony with Kyle, not hers. But this time, I moved first. My fingers landed on the moonstone. I spoke before anyone else could. "Can I be the one to choose, this time?" Kyle frowned. "Ella, Serafina's health is delicate. The moonstone will help settle her wolf. Yours is already steady. The pendant is more than enough for you." I didn't pull my hand back. I looked at the two tokens in front of me, and it finally hit me. Every choice in my life had been made exactly like this. Serafina's blood ran nobler, so she always got to choose first. I was the one who gave ground, every single time, right up until Kyle came along. Everyone had expected Kyle to pick Serafina as his Luna. In the end, he chose me instead. I thought, for once, I was the one who'd been chosen, not the one left with the scraps. It took me a long time to understand that the position of Luna was mine, but the priority behind it always belonged to Serafina. Not this time. I wasn't going to be the one who came second, not anymore.

I'm cursed with the most deadly spell of the werewolf pack—leaving me with only a month left to live. However, no one in my family knows about this. Ever since they'd adopted Natali Fisher, an orphan who greatly resembles my older sister, they've poured all their love and attention into her—and stopped caring about me. And at that very moment, I'm curled up in a corner of the woodshed, with blood steadily dripping from the corners of my lips. Dad, Mom, and my older brother, Kent Greene, probably think that I'm throwing another tantrum and am deliberately hiding from them. But that isn't the case this time. They are currently outside cooking Natali's favorite mushroom soup in the courtyard. Their happy laughter fills the air, painting the picture of a warm, loving family. Maybe I could even believe this is a happy family if I weren't about to die soon.

After my parents adopted my sister, we started drawing lots whenever we wanted the same thing. A long stick meant I won. A short one meant she did. Dad was our pack’s Alpha. Mom was its Luna. They could have given us both almost anything. I was the one who had asked them to bring Lily home. At first, she followed me everywhere, calling me her big sister. I loved the sound of it. But for the past year, I hadn’t drawn a single long stick. Even Ethan, my childhood sweetheart and the pack’s Beta, told me to stop keeping score. “She’s already lost one family,” Mom would say. “Do you really need to make her fight for this one? It isn’t her fault you’re unlucky.” So I practiced. Surely, if I kept trying, my turn would come. On my eighteenth birthday, my parents promised to spend the day with me. Then Lily decided she wanted to go to the amusement park by the coast. Mom brought out the box. I secretly joined two short sticks together. Just once, I wanted them to stay. Mom caught me. She snapped the sticks apart and sent me to my room. Then my chest tightened. My rescue inhaler didn’t help. I caught her sleeve. “Mom. I can’t breathe. Please take me to the medical center.” “You lose the draw, and suddenly you’re sick? You’re not ruining Lily’s day.” Lily called from the stairs. Mom took my phone and closed the door. “Don’t call us home with another emergency.” Their car pulled away. My inhaler slipped from my hand. I couldn’t pick it up again. I’m sorry, Mom. Next time, I’ll try harder to draw the long stick.

On my five-year-old son Oliver's birthday, I baked him his favorite allergy-safe cake and he said he wanted my husband's secretary, Rachel, to be his mom. While I worked hard for my husband and son to have a privileged life, they went to an amusement park with Rachel to eat ice cream together. I still worked overtime to treat him when Oliver openly denied that I was his mother in the kindergarten and claimed that Rachel was his "biological mother". I still believe his assurances even after I discovered a photograph of my husband Derek and Rachel from before we met. I thought being Head Healer of Blood Moon Pack meant I could mend any wound, but some betrayals cut too deep for even the strongest magic to heal. As it is, it's time for them to know how much I paid for our perfect little family. It's time for them to pay me back for everything I've given them.

I was the werewolf princess, yet my mother, Diana Thorne, never saw me as her daughter. To her, I was nothing but a living warning sign. I was 18, and I still hadn't awakened my wolf. To my family, my only purpose was to make my older brother, Leo Thorne, shine brighter. He was the one destined to become the next Alpha. When Leo lost 50 gold coins in the black-market fighting pits, my mother starved me and threw me into the arena cages. I was forced to clean up the blood just to repay his debt. She said it was to teach him "the price of power." When Leo was caught stealing the Elder Council's sacred silver staff, my mother broke my ribs in front of everyone and forced me to apologize to the Elders for his crime. She said it was to teach him that an Alpha's honor must never be stained. Leo had barely started at the academy when he began hiding banned potions. To straighten him out, my mother left a bottle of pure wolfsbane extract on the stone table in my room, right where no one could miss it. I drank it by mistake. I had no wolf to protect me. The second the poison took hold, I was convulsing on the floor like a dying stray. My father, Alpha Gareth Thorne, drove the carriage at full speed, rushing me to the Healers' Temple deep inside our territory. But right at the edge of our lands, we were stopped by a checkpoint set up for the blood moon lockdown. The checkpoint was under strict lockdown. The patrol unit stationed there took orders directly from the Elder Council. They stopped us for a routine inspection. My father showed no signs of anything wrong. But my mother suddenly flung open the carriage curtain, laughed, and shouted at the patrol, "Your inspection is nothing but a joke! Your Alpha secretly swallowed an entire bottle of forbidden frenzy potion, the kind that drives a wolf completely feral! And now you're breaking your rules and letting him pass just because he's the Alpha?!" The poison kept eating away at my insides, and blood spilled from my mouth. But

When the Blackridge Pack invaded, I hid inside a closet with my daughter in my arms. The first rescue mech to break through the encircling wolves and leap into the building was piloted by my own brother, Kyle. But after opening the closet and taking one look at us, he simply turned around and headed for the room next door, where our adopted sister, Layla, was hiding. "Wren, you're the Luna. You're supposed to put the pack first. I'll take Layla out first. I'll come back for you and Mia on the second trip." We waited for an hour, and the second trip never came. I contacted my mate, Damian, and asked if he could send someone to get us out. His response was ice-cold. "Stop being so difficult, Wren. There are only so many rescue slots available. Kyle said you two were well hidden, so just hang in there a little longer. I'm the Alpha of the pack. You can't expect me to play favorites just because you're my mate." When I tried contacting him again, I discovered that Damian had already blocked our mate bond. Ten minutes later, wolf claws tore through the building's load-bearing walls. Half of the exterior wall came crashing inward, and the air quickly filled with wolfsbane. I used my own body to shield my daughter and preserve the last bit of space where she could survive, but there was nothing I could do as the wolfsbane slowly spread deeper through her body. I did not know how much time had passed before the next search-and-rescue mech finally arrived. They pulled Mia from the wreckage, barely clinging to life. But no one saw me, already buried beneath the ruins. My soul drifted above them. When I saw Mia being carried out, I thought at least my daughter had survived. Then they tossed her onto a metal cart. Her wolf soul was already being poisoned by the venom. Still, no one seemed concerned. The physician on duty had just picked up an antidote syringe when my biological mother, Elara, reached out and stopped him. "It's fine. That little bit of wolfsbane isn't enough to put Mia's life at risk. Save the Moondew for Layla first." Elara gently pressed down on the physician's wrist. "If Wren chose to run away by herself and abandon her daughter, then Mia should learn exactly what her mother's selfishness costs." As it turned out, they all thought I had abandoned my daughter and escaped on my own. None of them knew that I had already been left behind forever beneath those ruins.

My mate, Alex, had a childhood friend named Emily who was a healer. When she discovered that I was a highly sensitive person, she volunteered to put me through what she called 'desensitization therapy.' The first time, she told me I needed to learn to control my emotions, so she locked me in a noisy bar's storage room for an entire night. The second time, she said I needed to overcome my tactile sensitivity. She drenched me in ice-cold water and forced me to stand in the freezing wind for three hours. Alex was present every single time. Each time, he told her, "Thank you for all your hard work, Emily. I know how much you're doing for her." Then came the banquet, where she poured an entire vial of wolfsbane-laced potion into my champagne and announced that this would be my final desensitization therapy session. I clutched my swollen throat and collapsed to the floor. I couldn't speak or catch my breath. Alex merely frowned and said coldly, "Elena, this is for your own good. Just get through this one last session." Lying among the shattered glass, I closed my eyes and pressed the beacon badge I had never used before. When Dad finally burst through the doors, tears I'd held back for three years streamed down my face. It was time to end this.

I am the youngest daughter of the White family. As rulers of the Moon Shadow pack, the White family showered me with love from the young age. That was until my brothers brought home an orphaned Omega named Calista. In less than a month, she had stolen all the affection that once belonged to me. All it took was a slight frown from me when she tried to move into my bedroom, and my eldest brother, the Alpha, slapped me on the face. My second brother, the Beta, locked me in the cellar. I never wanted to compete with Calista. All I wanted was to live the rest of my days quietly. But on the day of my eighteenth birthday, Calista falsely accused me of attacking her when I shifted. My brothers called me evil, and they cut all ties with me. They believed that I was spoiled rotten and that my jealousy of Calista had made me turn vicious. Little did they know that I had already secretly applied to be the guard of the Land of Winter and to live there in solitude for 20 years. After this farewell, I would never see them again. On the day that I left, they all broke down in regret.

The Hollis twins were prodigies. They never needed sedatives to keep their wolves under control during full-moon trials, because they had me. I was 19, and I still hadn't shifted. My parents said I had a weak heart, that I couldn't stop taking my medication or leave the house during a full moon. But whenever the twins trained under a full moon, my mother rolled up my sleeve and connected a collection tube to the machine. By the time I was too dizzy to stand, Jace and Skye Hollis were already back in front of the cameras, acting as if nothing had happened. When I was seven, Jace went into a frenzy and bit straight through my arm. My mother stitched up the wound, gave me a piece of candy, and said next time she'd protect me first. When I was 13, Skye's claws tore open my back. My father praised me for being so understanding and promised that once I shifted, he'd take me up into the mountains to run all night. I held on to those promises and waited six years. At 19, I'd passed the admissions interview at an out-of-state university. My application was in, but my father still hadn't signed my out-of-territory clearance, and my family hadn't agreed to cover my first year of tuition. He kept telling me to wait one more week, until the twins' coming-of-age trial was over. He wrote the promise on the back of a treatment consent form but left out the date and tuition amount. This time, I didn't just nod along. I told him to put the terms in writing: one more bag of blood, then the day after the trial, he would return my documents and sign my out-of-territory clearance. My father looked at me as if he'd only just realized a bag of blood could be leverage. And he had no idea that two labels with my name on them were already hidden under the insole of my shoe. Seven days before the full moon, I was back in the blood-draw chair at our family clinic.

The seer's prophecy was clear: Alpha Alistair Blackthorn would betray his Luna in the fifth year of their mating. Alistair laughed and kicked her table over. "Eight years with Selene. You think I would throw that away for some liar's words?" For four years after, he was perfect. Tender. Devoted. He rejected Jade Moonshadow, the Gamma female who confessed her love, and had her driven from pack lands. I believed him completely. Then came our fifth anniversary. A package arrived with no return address. Inside, a photograph—Alistair and Jade tangled together, raw and intimate. On the back, written in careful script: His heart stays with you. His body stays with me. Now we're even. At the bottom of the box, a pair of pink lace underwear. The same pair she wore. I sat alone for three hours. I did not call him. Instead, I went to the elders and asked them to prepare the Severance papers.

I accidentally wore the jewelry belonging to the former Luna of the pack on my birthday. My ten-year-old stepson, Soren Lambert, doesn't hesitate to push me down the stairs because of that. He looks just like his father, Michael Lambert, as he looks at me in a high and mighty manner. My face is completely twisted in pain at that time. But Soren's expression remains icy. "You really think you'll become the pack's Luna just because you put on my mom's jewelry? Once I inherit the Alpha position, the first thing I'll do is exile you from the pack!" Pain continues to swallow me whole. My heart breaks into countless pieces at the same time. After all, I've personally raised Soren since he was a pup. But when faced with Soren's hurtful accusations, I don't even feel a trace of sadness or anger. Instead, a wave of calmness washes over me. "You don't have to wait till you're all grown up. I'll grant your wish tomorrow."

At the pack banquet, my five-year-old son Hugh Crowley calls Ryan Crowley, the pack's Alpha, "Dad". Ryan's expression stiffens. "You should call me Uncle Ryan." A moment later, Luna Odile Sloan's son rushes into his arms and calls him Dad. Ryan smiles and answers him. I've been with Ryan for seven years, yet our son can't even call him Dad in public because he's still another she-wolf's mate in name. Ryan's older brother, Mark Crowley, is once the pack's Alpha, but Mark dies in a conflict, leaving behind an unconscious Odile and a newborn pup who stands next in line to lead the pack. When Odile wakes up, she grabs Ryan's hand and mistakes him for her mate. To gain the support of the Council and the pack, Ryan goes along with her mistake and takes on the role of her mate. Ever since I started carrying his pup, he keeps telling me to wait a little longer for the pack's sake. From then on, I stay in the background and quietly help him navigate one challenge after another. All I want is for him to acknowledge Hugh and me. Hugh tugs at my sleeve and whispers, "Mommy, did I call him by the wrong name again? Does Uncle Ryan not like me anymore?" I crouch down and wipe his tears. "You did nothing wrong." The ballroom falls silent. Odile gives a little laugh. "Everyone, don't be too hard on Diya. She's a Rogue, after all. Of course she wants to be the Luna. But because she can't have that position doesn't mean she should use her pup to get it." The guests burst out laughing, and Ryan says nothing to defend me. I give a bitter smile, take Hugh's hand, and walk out. "I'll take you home to where you belong." They have no idea I'm the only daughter of the Frostfang pack's Alpha. Becoming the Luna of such a small pack means nothing to me.

I am the elder daughter of the Dawnlight pack Alpha. On the day I came of age, my father told my sister and me to choose our future mates from the two sons of the Brightvale pack Alpha. The older brother, Damian, was steady and self-possessed. The younger one, Kieran, counted for nothing in his own pack, and it showed in the sullen, beaten-down way he carried himself. In my last life I chose the younger brother without a moment of hesitation, because I wanted him to know what it felt like to be someone's favorite. But on the very day he became Alpha, he threw me out to the rogues. I was carrying his pup. They tortured me until I died. Right before the end, Kieran stood over me and looked down. "If it weren't for you, I'd have been with your sister Adeline a long time ago. You deserve this!" Only then did I learn that he had wanted my sister for years, and that he had never once meant for me to be the Luna of Brightvale. Then I opened my eyes again. Kieran and I had both come back to the day of the choosing. He knelt before my father, solemn as a vow. "Honored Alpha, the one I love has always been your younger daughter, Adeline. I want nothing to do with your elder daughter, Cassia." Every wolf from Brightvale watched me and enjoyed it. But I only smiled, faintly. Then I turned and chose the brother standing at Kieran's side. Damian. Kieran was still living inside the illusion of his last life, certain he had taken the Alpha title on his own strength. He had no idea that from the beginning to the end, only the mate I chose was ever fit to become Alpha.

My mate, Ethan Rickman, is an Omega without a wolf. No official position is willing to hire him. That means we live in poverty, but I've always believed that our love can overcome anything. Seven years after our mating, hunger drives me and our son, Theo Rickman, to dig through trash bins late at night, looking for food. Theo moves quickly and quietly. He's become skilled at it. With a cheerful grin, he whispers to me, "Mom, this bin belongs to an award-winning restaurant! The food's fresh and tastes great. Let's bring some back for Dad!" The next day, I put on the cleanest clothes I own and head to that same restaurant, hoping to get hired as a janitor. If I get the job, maybe I can bring home leftovers before they're tossed out. But when I look up, I see Ethan stepping out of a luxury car worth millions. Behind him stands a woman and child, both dressed in designer clothes. I recognize her instantly. She's Mira Alstone, his childhood sweetheart. The restaurant owner gives me an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Ms. Everdeen. Alpha Ethan reserved the whole place for Mira today. I have to focus on serving them, so I don't have time for interviews. Maybe come back another day?" In that moment, Theo and I both freeze where we stand.

On my eighteenth birthday, my three adoptive brothers gave me a present—a stray she-wolf. My eldest brother, Caine, said her obedience might finally tame my vicious temper. Rhael said her delicate nature would make my rough strength stand out even more. Lucian said her beauty might distract everyone from how plain I was. But that she-wolf had only one ambition: to become a Luna. When a blind Alpha from a distant pack came seeking a bride, she volunteered to marry him in my place. She never made it. Worn down by the grueling journey, she died along the way. My brothers were consumed by grief. When an enemy pack attacked, they threw me into the enemy ranks with their own hands. I stared at them in disbelief. Caine accused me, “You knew Sophia might die. That’s why you let her take your place without a second thought!” Rhael glared at me with hatred. “You love throwing your status around and bullying others, don’t you? Today, you’ll learn what it feels like to be completely at someone else’s mercy!” Lucian turned to the wolves around us and ordered, “No one helps her. I want her to know what it feels like to be abandoned by everyone!” When I died, there wasn’t enough left of my body to piece together. Then I opened my eyes—and found myself back on the day Sophia volunteered to marry in my place. Remembering how my three brothers had shielded her behind them in my previous life, I smiled. “Father, I’ll marry him.” Father frowned. “Knox is blind and brutal. Are you sure?” “I’m sure.” Since my brothers couldn’t bear to part with Sophia, they could stay with her forever.

I was a she-wolf in heat. During this cycle, I needed release multiple times a day, or the ache became unbearable. Every morning, I woke up soaking wet, my panties clinging to my slick entrance. Even the slightest movement made the emptiness feel maddening. My Alpha mate, Ethan, was supposed to be home taking care of my needs, but he’d been away on pack business for over two weeks. After patrolling the territory, I couldn't suppress the urge any longer. Panting heavily, I ducked behind a secluded thicket and began to touch myself. Just then, a rough, large hand grabbed my ass from behind, squeezing hard. A shiver ran through my entire body. I intended to snap at the intruder, ready to tell him to fuck off, but when I turned around, my face burned with a blush. It was Liam—Ethan's brother who had just arrived at the pack. He was a tall, handsome Alpha with rock-hard muscles and eyes burning with lust. He hadn't recognized me; he thought I was just some random she-wolf in heat and continued to grope me shamelessly. "Let's see who we have here," Liam murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Just a little she-wolf in heat, acting like a bitch in need." His Alpha pheromones enveloped me, driving my inner wolf wild with the heat. My slick coated my thighs as the wetness increased. My muscles tensed, and my nipples hardened to the point of pain, aching to be pinched by him. Embarrassment warred with desire. I knew this was wrong—he was my mate's brother. What if Ethan found out? But my body wouldn't listen. My hips rocked back and forth of their own accord, chasing the pressure of his fingers. But just then, my phone buzzed. It was Ethan……

The day the pack strength assessment results dropped, everyone was cheering for my twin sister, Lyra, who scored an A-rank. My childhood friend Kaelen, the future Alpha of our Stone Pack, affectionately threw his arm around Lyra’s shoulders. "Why not just stay here? I'll make sure you're well taken care of, Lyra." My older brother Liam quickly chimed in. "Don't listen to him. You're coming with me to the Silvermoon Pack, obviously." Our parents smiled and agreed. "With you two looking out for Lyra, we can rest easy." It took them a long time to finally remember me. "Carrie, your rank is garbage. Just pick some minor pack around Silvermoon," Liam muttered without even looking up. "Right. That way, we'll all be in the same territory, which will make things easier." Kaelen scolded me out of habit. "There's only half an hour before the confirmation terminals close. Don't dawdle." I gazed at the S-rank result displayed on my phone screen and said absolutely nothing. Growing up, Lyra had always been the princess everyone doted on. Liam and Kaelen were her loyal knights. And I was forever just her backdrop. Even when I became the only S-rank wolf, no one cared. Since that was the case, without hesitation, I chose the Bloodmoon Pack—the farthest and most powerful pack from home.