Alpha Beta Male Novels & Stories

Me? Could I actually be an Alpha?

After staring at a silent Alpha Malcolm for a few minutes, Paul turned his attention to the man beside him. That's when he recognized him as the Beta. He smiled to himself. He would certainly have buy his cousin a beer for this capture. "Since your fearless leader have nothing to say, what about you?" Alpha Paul asked the Beta that only looked at him with disdain.

he stated, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Heat rushed its way to my cheeks, and despite the shock of his words, I looked back at him in defiance. “Let me make one thing clear, Alpha.” I hardened my gaze, “I agreed to be your mate, not your Luna.” He nodded, "I understand. And I respect your strength." I blinked at him. Is this real? The Blood Alpha, the long-rumored notorious, merciless Alpha who takes what he wants with an iron fist, says he respects me?

SEVEN YEARS LATER. The guards stationed at the grand double doors bow their heads and open them, stepping aside as Zaid prowls into the room, his presence as commanding as his title. The low murmur of voices ceases instantly, and everyone present angles their necks in submission, acknowledging their Alpha. Without breaking stride, Zaid waves for Khal, his Beta, to continue. Khal, unflinching, nods and returns his gaze to the large map splayed out on the table, various areas marked with colored pins that indicate recent alliances and ongoing strategies.

could tell how much weight he'd lost and how empty his brown eyes looked. "Pay your respects to the Alpha, guard." Alan's voice broke into the brief silence the room sank into at Tybalt's arrival. My Beta drew the attention of Tybalt to himself but didn't even flinch at the death glare Tybalt sent his way once he took his eyes off me. The insulting way with which he said the last word was enough for a proud man like Tybalt to want to kill my Beta. Tybalt still had Alpha blood in him but as a Beta, it was part of Alan's nature and job not to cower regardless of the person he gets himself involved with. Alan merely stood and returned the glare. "Leave us," I commanded. Alan turned to look at

I try and pull Tony back. “They are exactly who I am thinking of!” Tony snarls. “Yes, leaving them defenseless seems smart,” Mark tells him. “Tony, don’t do this.” “The challenge has been given and accepted,” Tony tells us. “Ready, old man?” “I am an Alpha, you a Beta. What do I have to fear? Your father was a great fighter in his day, but nowhere close to an Alpha,” Waterman continues to laugh. I raise my eyebrow at Herbert. He, clearly, never paid attention to Bill’s fighting. Bill could have been an Alpha without question, the Spartans are Betas by choice.

TYLER. Alonso confirmed no other men were listed for Catherine except for me, Cyrus, Joshua, and his Beta. Either Joshua was bluffing, or the Alpha he was in conspiracy with was waiting until the last minute to put his name in. My eyes searched for any Alpha and Beta males I could spot around the ballroom. There were many, as aside from Alphas and Betas, Alpha Males up to third degrees were also considered Alpha Blood, and every one of them was a possible contender.

"I thought you didn't believe me." "I don't, but if you believe it, it will help me understand any motives." "Mmm, alright. The position of Alpha works similarly to kings and queens. Alphas are usually passed from parent to child. My father was Alpha before me just as it will be passed to any heirs I may have." He pauses, looking at me with a masked expression. "My Beta, Theodore, is my second. Think of him as my best friend…who would also sacrifice his life to protect me."

Clayton added. “I think we will,” I replied with a nod. Matty returned and escorted our new arrivals to the conference room. Seven more Alphas arrived with their men: Colin, Neil, Martin, Craig, Paul, John, and Kyle. Aside from John, who was in his late fifties, the others ranged in age from twenty to thirty-five. John was another older alpha without a filter. When he and Alpha Bruce got together, it was always bad. They tended to feed off one another and could be very disrespectful, especially towards women. My mother disliked both of them with a passion.

It nearly pops out of my chest as I stop right in front of him, holding that same smile as I meet his gaze again. “Are you one of the Alpha’s men?” I ask casually, watching as his jaw ticks. “Or did Warren drop me at the wrong house?” Keith doesn’t respond as he still studies me with a quizzical stare, his brows even bunching as his eyes flick up and down my front. However, as I don’t squirm under her evident scan, he eventually speaks. “I’m the Alpha,” he informs me, and I feign surprise by widening my eyes. “Keith Galtin.”