Alpha Billionaire Romance Novels & Stories

The nightmare always ends the same way. Lila on her knees in the mud. Rain plastering her hair to her skull, dripping down her face indistinguishable from tears. The silver cord inside her chest ripping apart fiber by fiber, a sensation like being flayed from the inside out while still breathing. Lucian's voice, flat as a blade: *"I, Lucian Blackwood, Alpha-heir of the Mooncrest Pack, hereby reject you, Lila Winstone, as my fated mate. You are released from the bond. You are released from the pack. You are released from my protection."*

“That’s what happens when you stop fitting into the stories they built.” “I didn’t ask for this,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But you chose not to refuse it.” Her jaw tightened. “Is there a difference?” “Yes,” Damien said firmly. “There’s always a difference.” She turned to him then, eyes sharp. “And what about you? What did they see when they looked at you tonight?” He didn’t answer immediately. When he did, his voice was low. “Confirmation.” “Of what?” “That I was never just a billionaire playing Alpha,” he said. “And that standing beside you is not neutrality.”

Yes, that was the only way I could get her to come to me. Last time we met, Stephanie had told me that the Billionaire CEO came to Alice's place and kissed her passionately in her presence, lending credence to the fact that theirs wasn't just a regular relationship. There was more to it than I knew about. The more reason I'm trying my best to get her heart back, before she falls hook, line and sinker for this man. Grabbing my phone from the desk, I dialled Stephanie's number and she picked up almost immediately.

“What! I scream over the phone. How do they expect me to get such a huge amount of money ready within 24 hours? Are these people kidding me? “We know you're married to the Alpha King, so money shouldn't be a problem for you. If you don't comply with our demands, we'll consider your sister's life forfeit.” How do they expect me to get such money? There's no way Asher will agree to help me. And my father, he's no option either. “What do I do?” I slumped heavily on the chair, my entire body restless. If they're from the human world, how do they know I'm married to Asher the Alpha King? Someone here must have provided them with information to kidnap Bella, but who could it be?

I didn’t really care about the thrill of making new friends, especially some random New York City Billionaire. "Well, let me give you the run-down. Alexander is a total workaholic. He always sends his personal assistant to get him coffee before he gets to work. But he recently fired her, so he doesn't have a PA anymore. And while he looks for one, he decided to get some coffee himself today." Danielle said as she tied an apron around her waist. I raised an eyebrow, mildly intrigued. "Okay, so what's the big deal?" Her eyes shone once she realized that she was able to rope me into one of her gossip sessions. I rolled my eyes.

“She brings the money and status our pack needs. Together, we are untouchable.” A cold numbness spread through my body. The room began to spin. He hadn’t just broken my heart—he had shattered it on live television while the world cheered. He treated our entire year of love like a dirty little secret that never existed. “I heard her father is a billionaire,” another office girl whispered, sipping her tea. “An Alpha needs a rich woman beside him, not some poor wolfless nobody who just handles the paperwork.” Their words stung like slaps, but I kept my face blank. For three years I had stayed up until midnight fixing their messy accounting books to save their jobs. This was how they repaid me.

When the call ended, I set my phone down and stared at the library walls, feeling lighter than I had in months. ** The photos went live on a Tuesday. Mira sent me the link before I even woke up. HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?? she wrote, followed by seventeen exclamation marks and a string of emojis I did not bother decoding. I opened the link still half asleep, squinting at my phone in the gray morning light. Aldric was already gone, his side of the bed cool. The headline stopped my breath. FENMORE'S REAL ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE CEO AND OMEGA HUSBAND SEAL LOVE IN MONACO.

He was about to stroke her cheek with the tip of his fingers but she moved her face away. “You can deny as much as you want Katherine, you can hide your feelings from me but I know you’re my baby girl, the one I’ve never stopped thinking about.” “I remember this day so clearly. You were the one who insisted we got the tattoos. Tell me who the hell would have this kind of tattoo other than us?” The tat was a beautiful butterfly and below it were their initials. “AK”, written in cursive writing, with a love shape after it. “The only difference is that mine is very clear while yours, I’m sure you’ve tried to get it off. The reason why it took this long for me to notice it.”

“No one pays fifty million for nothing. So what do you actually want from me?” Raphael was quiet for a moment. Then he set the contract on the small table and leaned forward. “I want your company, Alina. Besides the sex, I also want you to be as comfortable as ever here, keep me company whenever I need it, and just...." He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. “That's practically all. There's no hidden clause anywhere there.” He gestured to the contract. “You can take your time reading it just to make sure I'm not trying to trick you.” Frowning, I stared at the folder. I still didn't trust his words. Even though he looked genuine and didn't sound like someone who would pull a trick, I sti

Ava bites at her, a small lock of red hair coming free of her wedding bun. “And you’re about to be the biggest mistake of Leonel’s life,” Madison replies spitefully. She eyes me as Rafael’s whining increases, and finally, her composure seems back in place. She smiles, that blood-draining smile, and says in her sickly sweet voice, “Good fucking luck to you both, but most especially to you, Leonel, because without my help? You are about to be the first billionaire in America who loses everything.” She stomps away and slams the front door with finality. It tells me all her attempts to get me back are through.