Alpha Damon Novels & Stories

"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."

Ready to judge and laugh at our humiliation. I stepped forward,my legs were shaking.The silver chains burned.Not from any magic spell but from shame.Because just across the dais stood them. The Alpha twins.Damon and Darian Darkthorn. Damon had ice blue eyes,his hair was black.his jaw was carved from winter.he was cruel.cold.He was the one who commanded armies,He won wars.he was the real definition of power. Darian had the same face but his eyes where warmer.He was a fraction of softer.he once saved me from male stray wolves when were were just pups.But he doesn’t seem to remember that.But I will always do.

Her lips are stained black with it, the pattern bleeding down her chin, down her neck and beyond the collar of her shirt in a waterfall of spirals and swirls. Before she notices the intensity of my stare, I glance back at Etta. “Yeah, I’m Kezziah.” “Everyone has been saying you met Alpha Alden,” she says. Her words spark the interest of the table over, a very scruffy pair of girls quirking their heads in curiosity. “What’s he like?” “Etta,” Amilia scolds. The Love Pack girl shrugs her shoulders, but doesn’t say anything. I exchange my glance between the two of them, surveying the dynamic. Something tells me Amilia is the head of this table.

Alpha Damian growled angrily. "Quite a beautiful lady, how unfortunate she's an omega, perhaps your highness should claim her as one of your sex slaves" A Beta guest from different pack suggested. "Even for my lowliest sex slave I cannot claim her" Alpha Damian uttered, this word reverberated into Ana's ear a thousand times, she felt her world collapsing as she stood to her feet and ran as fast as her legs could carry her into the dark, as the night soil man followed.

"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.

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!”

He’s making a fair point but that doesn’t mean we can abandon Aliya. I look at the large communication screen behind me which Jared set up for me for me last week. Time to test it. It’s a little difficult to maneuvere but I after a few long minutes, the screen flickers and a familiar dusky skinned face appears on it. Damon is the Alpha of the Night Stalkers tribe. Panther shifters. He has a lazy gleam in his eyes as he looks at me, “Finally installed the comms, did you? Told you it would come in useful. Now if only your grandfather would be willing to do the same.”

As I hold my throbbing cheek Cole grabs Tana’s hand “You will not hurt the Luna, Alpha Daryl will not be happy” As Cole spoke his name, fear registers in her eyes and she glances at me “You are mated to Alpha Daryl, Alpha of Alphas?” her words come out in stutters I had no idea what she meant by that and move my head up and down. Cole keeps his grip on Tana and I feel someone appear at my side, I recognise her immediately, their slave Amber. She smiles at me, her eyes were just as amber as her name, but when her eyes fall on Cole, it was like nothing I had seen before.

Damon explained. The Dark Alpha leaned back, his interest piqued. "And what exactly is your plan, Damon?" "You wouldn't have to ask if you knew who she was," Damon said, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Who is she?" the Dark Alpha asked, his curiosity intense. "Selena Ardolf!" Damon announced loudly, and the Dark Alpha's eyes widened with surprise and joy.

“Amelia, I’m sure Selene did not mean anything by it.” Amelia wiped her tears angrily. “My mate rejected me today, and she has been sitting there acting irritated ever since.” I stared at her quietly. Because that was the confusing part. Damon Vale rejected Amelia earlier today. Everyone in Ebonvale thought Damon was a poor omega. But today the truth came out. Damon was actually the Crown Alpha of the Nightfang Pack. The same Damon, Amelia had constantly embarrassed in public. Still, I could not understand why she was crying so much.