3 Alpha Mates Novels & Stories

“So, I have a proposal. You know that mates need to be together to strengthen their bond. Especially for me, it is important as an Alpha. My mate will not only strengthens me but also takes my pack into a better mental balance” “And what's your suggestion, Alpha? My daughter is just a pup. The mating is only possible when she is eighteen," her mother now says with concern. Mercedes is a miniature of the woman sitting in front of me now, albeit with a conspicuous birthmark near one ear. She is probably of Alpha descent, from a different pack than Silver Moon. It is common for sisters of Alphas to mate with Betas on their own or from another pack.

“Have you heard? The three true alphas are back. People are saying they returned because their presence is a mandatory one whenever the combat tournament is being held. But we all know they usually send their betas to represent them. Their coming this time is simple, to see their omega mate.” The master of the team, Mendoza was in, said, as they walked to the training house allocated to them early the next morning.

“C’mon mate, don’t you want to look at your mate.” ‘it's Jamie, that baritone voice of his, wait, I thought beta Andrew was my mate? While Jamie just called me, his mate, the Alpha is my mate.' I snapped my head back, as tears that were already welling in my heart streamed down, the goddess did me right this time, she didn’t play unfairly to me, she remembered me.

I groaned a little but nodded and turned back toward the changing room, dragging my feet playfully. Our Alphas were something else. Possessive was an understatement. The three of us — me, Tatiana, and Mirabelle — had somehow all ended up with Alpha mates. And let me tell you, those men were a different breed entirely. Ours made theirs look tame. The way they pulled us into their laps or buried their faces in our necks whenever someone so much as looked at us wrong… Honestly, it was kind of hot. A win in my book. I glanced in the mirror one last time and let out a soft breath.

Lynn sighs on the line. “My bad for not telling you. Things have been crazy over here. Yes, I found my MATES; you don’t need to check them out. I’m not a baby. I can figure people out all by myself. I am a Beta, after all.” “I’m an Alpha and your older brother. It’s my job to make sure you’re taken care of. I have to check this gu-” My eyes get big, and my mouth drops open. “Did….did you say mates?! As in more than one?!”

“Make them stop!!” But no dared to even move to do anything; an Alpha would kill whoever went near his mate when she was in heat. I have three Alpha mates, stronger than the entire pack members, so no one wanted to be ripped to pieces. The triplets are circling me now, surrounding me while their scents crash over me— dark cedar, scorched spice, wild pine— filling my nostrils even stronger than before and my womb clenches so violently that I whimper and fall to sit on the ground.

“Um, I guess I have more to tell you. You’re not my only mate.” He tilts his head. “Oh?” “Yes.” I might as well just spit it out. “I’m also mated to Alpha Connor and Alpha Finn, from Earth and Celestial Packs.” “Oh!” He thinks about this for a beat. “So, you have three mates, just like your sister?” I nod. “Apparently.” “And I’m one of them.” I nod again. “Yes, you are.” He takes a long breath and lets it out slowly. “Okay. That’s interesting but not anything that will affect the way we move forward.”

Aunt Nicole added, nudging her chin at Mason and El who were making out. “Can you two not do that in front of us?!” Erik covered his eyes. “Get used to it.” El stuck her tongue out at him before turning her attention back to Mason. “What about you Mack? Did you find your mate?” mom asked with a twinkle in her eyes. “Actually-“ I said, but was cut off. “There are the birthday girls!” Cashton, the new Alpha of the Crystal River pack came over, giving me a hug. I tensed the moment he did since I was about to tell everyone who my mate was. The tell-tale sign was the growling that came from behind us.

"Miss Sol, can you explain to us what's really going on?" Egmund, one of the pack fighters, finally chose to ask Sol directly. Sol looked at him with dim eyes. The woman was silent for a while before answering everyone's questions in a low voice. "Alpha ... he refused to return to our pack. He joined another pack and found his mate in that pack. I don't know why things turned out this way. But the pack leader and the Alpha's mate ... both of them have the smell of witches on their bodies." "Especially our Alpha mate. She's ... rather than a werewolf, she looks more like a witch."

“But this plague… it’s not natural. It’s targeted, deliberate. Look at the profiles again. Do you see the common thread?” I shifted my attention back to the monitor, scrolling through the data. Names, ages, abilities—each member of the pack cataloged with precision. At first glance, they were a random assortment of wolves from different ranks, but then it hit me. My stomach churned. “They’re all Alphas,” I whispered. Laurene nodded slowly. “Not just Alphas—leaders. Influencers. The ones who hold the pack together.” The realization washed over me like ice water. This wasn’t a disease. It was an attack. A systematic attempt to dismantle us from within, by striking where we were strongest.