After One Night With The Alpha Novels & Stories

He looked at me so seriously it took me a minute to laugh. “Power-hungry, suspicious alphas are a dime a dozen,” he said next. “Don’t let her get to you.” I nodded and took a much more delicate sip from my glass. We were back in our seats for the third act, watching the lights go down and the curtain rise on Butterfly and her son in the dawn’s light, still waiting for Alpha Benjamin to return. When she took the child to sleep in his bed, the alpha appeared with his werewolf mate. Finally, he seemed to realize his little “dalliance” ruined Butterfly’s life and, rather cowardly, he ran off.

As night fell over the academy, Alpha sat alone in his dorm room—last bed, far corner, shared with no one important. He stared at his hands. They were still weak. But they were steady. Outside, howls echoed. Vampires tested territory. Rankings began forming before classes even started. Alpha lay back on the thin mattress and closed his eyes. He had barely made it. And that was the first victory no one saw.

With every tug, he could feel the tether to this room, to this woman, stretching thinner, fraying. Through it all, the pack-link pulsed. A dying echo. A directive. His wolf, usually a restless presence beneath his skin, had gone preternaturally still. It wasn’t submission. It was the focused, deadly calm before a avalanche. The Alpha was falling. The pack was bleeding. And the heir was here, in a room that smelled of mate and sex and a future he had only just begun to believe he could touch. He finished dressing and turned back to the bed.

Alpha Luca of the Red River Pack, a young alpha who takes over after his father’s demise, lies between two she-wolves on his bed. One running her hands over his chest and kissing him, the other sucking him off, when the door suddenly flies open. He sighs in exasperation. “What is it now?” “Sorry to interrupt, Alpha.” His beta stands by the door, refusing to look at the naked she-wolves. “You were blocking me through the mind link…”

Jazz POV The sensation of waking up in the embrace of the alpha sends a jolt of tension through my body, heightened by the unfamiliar scents that fill the air. Although my limbs feel sluggish and unresponsive, I manage to squirm slightly, gradually shaking off the lethargy that had enveloped me. Emitting a low growl, my best attempt at asserting dominance, the alpha tightens his hold around me, engaged in conversation with a girl before swiftly carrying me away.

A beautiful woman smiles at me. “This must be your human mate,” Alpha Greene inquires. His eyes land on me and I offer my best soft smile. I don’t’ want to seem too eager or scared. “This is my mate. Fiona. Fiona, this is Alpha Greene. He used to be one of my Gammas until he branched off and created his own pack.” “It’s nice to meet you,” I tell the man, bowing slightly like everyone else when they meet an Alpha. The woman looks me over, but she doesn’t say anything as they turn and go back to talking with other guests.

My world, so rigidly structured, began to slowly crumble. As an alpha, I had always prided myself on my discipline, on my absolute control over my emotions and actions. But at that moment, I felt as if I were standing on the edge of an abyss, and any misstep would make me fall. Leaning on the table, I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. I couldn't let her see any sign of weakness. Mia Miller. The name I couldn't forget. She was the only human who truly attracted me, who made me let my guard down for one night. The memory of her hands tracing my abdomen, her touches burning and desperate, surfaced, along with the realization of what it all meant now.

They are not wrong, anyway. I looked at myself in the mirror. A lady wearing a dress with no make up on. Just bare... Me. Who am I to even meet the eyes of the Alpha? When I came back, I made sure to hide in the shadows, so no one would try to look at a maid. So no one would be interested in me even though I know I'm not interesting. The music swelled around me as the alpha walked and dance with every girl and each of them seemed to have forgot breathing once they made contact with him. Polite, yes. But distant, cold, and not a glimpse of smile was seen from him.

Perhaps it was Mia or the drugs that were messing with my head. * * ALPHA RHYS. I shouldn't be in the bar, I was the Alpha. However, I could not help it. Something was messing with my head, everything in me was fighting against me. It seemed like I was doing the wrong things yet they felt right. It shouldn't be Mia but my wolf yearns for her. However, all my heart yearns for is Arabella. I want to be with her. I want to make her my Luna.

She was way too dizzy to fall asleep and she also felt really nauseous even though it felt like she had puked her entire guts out already. When they arrived, the car came to a stop and the beta killed the engine. He released a sigh and removed his seatbelt before turning and locking eyes with the alpha. “Let’s just try to get through the night and sleep it all off. We can talk tomorrow, okay?” The alpha nodded before unfastening his seatbelt and stepping out of the car. Then he headed to the omega and helped her out. But as they were walking, his phone started ringing and he stopped. He was tempted to ignore it but considering how the night had gone, he knew it would be stupid to do that. An