Alpha Damon Novels & Stories

My heart would break if she saw me and didn’t recognize me. Fred knocked firmly on the door, and my heart banged against my chest. We waited for a while before a middle-aged woman opened it. Her eyes narrowed, intuitively suspecting that something was wrong. “Who are you?” She stepped back. “How can I help you?” I greeted her respectfully. “I’m Adonis, the Lycan Alpha,” I said, and she immediately bowed on her feet in respect. “Rise,” I said softly to her, and she did, trembling slightly.

I didn’t need to check the screen to know who it was. The Alpha. Damon. His name flashed boldly across the display—taunting me, calling me, pulling me toward him with invisible chains I didn’t understand. I froze. The screen lit up bright in the dark. Damon (Alpha) Incoming call… I swallowed hard. My throat felt tight. My fingers twitched toward the phone… then stopped. “No,” I whispered to myself, breath shaking. “Not now. Not again. I can’t…” I turned the phone face-down.

“Do you even know who she is carrying?” Taylor swallowed hard but didn’t answer. His bravado from earlier was crumbling fast. He wasn’t stupid. He knew Damon Sinclair wasn’t just any man. He was the Alpha of Ironcrest. The most feared Alpha alive. Damon shoved him backward, and Taylor stumbled against another table. Glass shattered on the floor. People gasped and whispered, phones coming out. Oh goddess, they were recording this. “Damon, please,” I said again, my voice trembling. I stepped closer and touched his arm. It was hard as stone, his muscles bunched tight with rage. “You’re hurting him—”

I would be lying to say that this man standing in front of us wasn't breathtaking. I gave him a little smile as I watched him gaze through my body, but I refused to back down. "Welcome, Luna." He said, grabbing my hand slowly, which I was not expecting, as he gave me a little kiss. I felt Thorne's hand tighten around my waist. "You are more gorgeous in person. Now I know why the alpha king chose you," he smiled, letting go of my hand. "I didn't introduce myself. I am Alpha Dante, alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, and brother to the alpha king's late former mate. It is nice to finally meet my sister's replacement."

"Let's go please." "No." He said it so firmly, leaving no room for argument. "We have been running in circles, and it must end now." "You are mine." Amanda said, nodding to herself with a kind of confidence that scared me. "I, Damien DeMarco, Gamma of the Crescent wolves pack..." I whipped my head towards him in disbelief. "Damien, what the hell are you doing?" I panicked. "Stop it. Stop it right now." But he didn't listen. "Reject you, Alpha Amanda Martella, of the Moon cliff pack."

Alpha bloodline wasn't just valuable, it was sacred, dangerous, worth more than gold to the right buyer. "Well," a familiar voice drawled from across the clearing. "Isn't this interesting." Damon emerged from the smoke and chaos, his massive frame moving with predatory grace despite the blood streaming down his left arm. His golden eyes locked onto mine, and I saw something shift in their depths. Recognition. Calculation. And something else I couldn't name. "Stand down," he commanded his warriors, his Alpha voice carrying absolute authority. "Stand down?" Sienna appeared beside him, her face twisted with rage and disbelief. "She's been lying to us for weeks! She's the enemy!"

Darius: The message came at dawn. A single rider, half-frozen, drenched in sweat and fear. He barely had time to dismount before the guards dragged him inside. His face was gray when he knelt before me, the parchment shaking in his hand. “Alpha, news from the north…” “Speak,” I said, calmly as I stared at my glass of scotch, knowing well that the man was trembling. He swallowed hard. “It’s Amelia, Alpha. She’s dead.”

Alpha Damon announced. Thunderous applause emanated from the crowd in the hall. “I have never done this before either.” Alpha Damon's voice trailed off as he stretched out his hand to me. Casting him a quizzical stare, I wondered what he intended on doing. But I took his hands anyway. “In front of the Lycanfrost pack, I am announcing that my heart belongs to only one woman.” his hand encircled my waist. “And that woman is her." Colors crept to my cheeks.

"Damon is the Alpha's child. Because of take over as alpha after he moves on from school. He's their top champion too. The Tyler kid is only an omega yet appears to have some way or another got into being Damon's closest companion." "Do they have any kin?" I ask flipping through the records. "Damon has a more youthful sister who is still in secondary school at their neighborhood school. She appears to maintain that nothing should do with anything on the off chance that all the consideration isn't on her. What do you call them… drama queens?" I gesture while glancing through more desk work when I see her image. It wasn't the pipsqueak. So who is she from his perspective? I throw his document

"Who else is going to be there?" "Damon." My jaw drops open as I hear the name. Damon? Meanwhile, Eric's face contorts in anger, his fists clenching. "Hell no! I'm not letting my little sister walk into a not only human zone, but also a place that my ex-bestfriend and traitor is in!" Damon is the alpha of an ally pack, and he was once Eric's best friend. That was until a fight happened between them in their college days, a betrayal Eric still refuses to disclose the details of.