Alpha Damien's Brat Novels & Stories

Damian said quietly, “the Alpha wasn’t always like this.” His words were soft, almost as if he were speaking to himself, but I heard them. I glanced at him, confused by the shift in his tone. Damian was the Beta, the right hand of the Alpha, the one who followed his orders without question. But there was something in his voice now, a sadness that made me wonder what had happened to make him speak like that.

The guards follow right on his heels like loyal shadows, leaving behind a sharp scent of ozone and bitter pine. I don't wait, I push the door open and step inside. Brie sits rigidly on the edge of the mattress, pulling the sleeves of Damien's oversized hoodie all the way over her trembling fingers. Her lower lip is caught between her teeth, and her eyes look huge and glassy in the dim lamplight. “Brie?” I drop the tray onto the small table with a loud clatter and rush to her side, falling to my knees in front of her I hastly grab her icy hands between my own palms. “Hey. Look at me. What did he say? What did the Alpha want?”

Everyone turned. Damien stepped forward. The guards tried to stop him. He shook them off. The ground trembled slightly beneath his boots. “You’re not permitted—” Marrec began. “I am the Alpha,” Damien said. “And I will not let a liar rewrite my reality.” He turned to the pack. “I tracked Rowan’s scent,” he said. “Not to Lia. Away from her.” He reached into his coat. Pulled out a small device. Activated it. A voice filled the clearing.

Rain exclaimed, affronted by Damien's bluntness. "I am just saying the truth" Damien said non chalantly. Rain hooked his arms with his. "Don't think that way, I don't want you thinking like that. You are the next alpha of your pack and I am your beta. And if those noble kids turn up their noses at us, we will do the same. Deal?" Damien nodded. "deal" he broke into a wide smile. "If we were back in the room, I would have kissed you" he whispered to Rain.

She stared at the blankets like she was afraid the dream would leak through them. Damon moved closer, brushing her cheek with the back of his knuckles. “Talk to me, little wolf. What did you see?” “The moons,” she whispered. “They crashed.” Damon stiffened. “And someone talked to me.” He knelt so he was eye level with her. “Who?” “She said she was my sister.” His jaw clenched. Hard. “Lyra. Look at me.” She lifted her eyes. “Do you feel unsafe?” he asked.

“You have two choices. Be my guest… or be my slave.” Her heart twisted. Her lips curled into a scowl. “Your slave? Are you demented?” His grin was slow, sharp, and wicked. “No, Butterfly. I’m your Alpha.”

“Feel that? That’s my pup growing inside you. Sophia can cry and plot and run to rival packs all she wants — you’re still going to get bigger and bigger with my seed. I’m going to keep you constantly knocked up, tits leaking milk, waddling around this mansion with my cum running down your legs like the perfect Omega broodmare you were born to be.” Lightning flashed outside, illuminating the stormy cliffs and dark forest. Thunder shook the windows as Damien’s knot began to swell again, stretching me impossibly wide. “Beg for my knot,” he growled, voice pure primal command. “Please, Alpha! Knot me! Breed me full! Pump your superior cum into your daughter’s best friend until I’m overflowing!”

It was Alpha Heartman. The guards and warriors' leader bowed and moved back so he could see the face of the captives. "Are you ready to talk, or should we continue?" Heartman said to the captives. "We'll talk, please stop this; it's hurting us," one of the warriors said. "Get me a chair," Heartman commanded one of the guards. The guards brought the chair, and Heartman took his seat. "Who are you?" Heartman asked. "We're special warriors of Diamond Shadow pack. We work personally for Alpha Jayden as his secret warriors. My name is Damian, and his name is Raphael," one of the captives named Damian said.

And he instantly understood that this other woman on the line is jealous of the one whom he was about to kidnap. 'Poor thing' he thought. Just like the woman said Jake repeated it, which made Bran roll his eyes at the spineless man. Jake is actually the stepbrother of a man he looks up to. Bran met Damien when they were kids, and Damien was struggling to cope up with the loss of his mother. They both fought in the underground fighting rings for money, which Damien used to give it to Bran, as the latter needed it and the former only fought to cool down the growing frustration and the loss.

Damien asked quietly. The Alpha’s gaze sharpened. “I think you always have.” Silence stretched for half a second. Then— Damien moved. Not with hesitation. Not with uncertainty. But with something that felt dangerously close to intent. The impact when he struck the Alpha cracked the ground beneath them, a shockwave rippling outward as two forces collided head-on. This wasn’t like before. There was no testing, no measuring. Damien’s movements were precise, brutal, controlled in a way that made them far more lethal than any loss of control ever could.