Alpha Damon Novels & Stories

"That little surge is what we have to talk about, my lovely Marie. That's why we are in deep shit. It wasn't just a few little enhancements that Damien passed along to me by accident. He passed IT to me as well." "What are you talking about? What 'it' did he pass on to you?" "Oh, marie, I knew you truly didn't believe me when I said Damken was a werewolf. You are so pragmatic that you just accepted what I said, but you truly, deep inside that pretty little head of yours, didn't believe he was a werewolf. Well, I am afraid that it was the absolute, forever and ever, unholy truth." "Oh. I don't know what to say Elena. I guess maybe you're right about the pragmatic thing. I just let it pass thr

Alpha Damian was young, merely twenty five years of age but still remained as meek when it came to matters of state, even though his recent actions could tell a pirated tale. He was a 6’1 inch tall Alpha Male with a full blonde mane and a smoldering yet naive gaze. His unmatched aura defined the prowess in his ghastly bestial form as unparalleled He was the most powerful and lethal of all ranks of werewolves having the scouts and betas as his attack dogs, powerless against his every whim. His Luna had yet to be revealed by the moon goddess but he was ever hopeful. As as this point, all that preoccupied his mind was the ever ravaging resistance and also regaining his control back from the dom

Noir deserved to be happy. “Really? That’s amazing”, Damon stood up from his chair other giving both of them a smile. “I don’t think we’ve met”, Damon said stretching his arm to shake Ophelia “I’m Damon Kane, the Alpha around here. The Big Boss, Bossman but you can call me honey buns, sweet cheeks”, Damon said with a wink teasingly. Immediately, Noir’s jaw clenched and his eyes darkened before he boomed, “Mine! She’s mine!”

"I can't believe that bastard didn't choose her already, he needs to play his numerous games. " Amanda screamed in anger when we got home. I was still reeling the fact that I have come really very close to Alpha king Damien and I wasn't even thinking of killing him the entire time only fucking him. My insides squish at the memory of our encounter. Killing Alpha Damien would be hard and I didn't need to let my doubts out because Amanda is already spiting fire.

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."

Eight grown, powerful, insanely intimidating Alphas in full suits sitting around this long-ass table looking like they were about to solve world hunger or declare war or something. And at the head of it all? Damon. My Alpha. He looked up like he felt me before he saw me, and the second our eyes locked, I swear I stopped breathing. His face changed. Like instantly. His jaw clenched. His nostrils flared. His body straightened like he’d just scented danger, except I wasn’t danger. I was his Omega, and I was about to cry again because the second I saw him I remembered why I’d come.

Damien said, his voice sounding incredibly soft yet terrifyingly hollow. The woman swallowed hard, her small hands clutching the edge of her dark robes as she tried to maintain her composure under his intense scrutiny. "My name is Jasmine, Alpha Damien, and I have served the secret order as the primary scribe for the last twelve seasons," she answered, her voice trembling slightly with an underlying fear that she could not entirely conceal.

The guards, remembering the Alpha’s fierce declaration in the Conservatory earlier that morning, disarmed the biometric lock without a word of protest and pushed the heavy oak doors open. Inside the tactical suite, the lights were dimmed to a minimum. Damon sat at the head of the long mahogany conference table, his charcoal jacket draped over the back of his chair, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, exposing the dark edges of the bandages wrapped tightly around his chest. He was alone, staring at a holographic map of the city’s security sectors, a glass of amber whiskey sitting untouched beside his hand.

I promise to update you as soon as there’s news. Damon clenched his fists, his wolf howling in frustration. Sampson placed a calming hand on his shoulder. Alpha Damon, let them work. Amara needs you to be strong right now. Damon closed his eyes, drawing in a shaky breath as he tried to calm his raging emotions. She has to be okay, he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. Meanwhile, Darius sat in his study, engrossed in paperwork, when his beta James burst in unannounced.

"Damon and his supporters." "Exactly." She set her glass down on the desk and stepped closer. I could smell her perfume now. Something floral and expensive. "Damon's been busy, he had breakfast meetings with six different alphas this morning. All from his coalition." "What are they planning?" I asked. My back was against the desk. She was close enough now that I could feel the heat of her body. "That depends," Helena said softly. Her hand came up, fingers trailing along my collar. "On what you're willing to give me in return."