Alpha Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The EAS arrived after the battle was done. “I couldn’t wait to become Alpha; I have imagined it so many times. I never imagined it to happen like this, like today. I thought I was ready to be Alpha, I even told my father to step down. But if today has taught me anything it’s that I’m not ready.” I swallow the lump in my throat. She moves a little closer to me, she’s half an arm’s length away from me now and her scent is all around me. It’s nice, shooting almost. What is with this she-wolf, why does she have such an effect on me?

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As the heat got stronger, his strong body relentlessly fused into mine. "But I was careful." Unable to suppress the tension, the hot tears rolled down. "Mom says it's um… Mom says Alpha Thorien would like it.. when he sees it." "Oh, did she know?" "Yes, Alpha." The sniff came sharply. "Don't you find it appealing, Alpha? Am I… am I going to die now? But I don't want to die, Alpha. I'll repent." "Repent?" Sharply I nodded. "Hmm… confess then. Tell me everything. From top to…" --he rolled his eyes over my body– "bottom "

My jaw tightened before I could stop it, and my hand froze midair. My heart began to pound harder, my breathing quickening despite my effort to contain it. Freya dying— I’d never even allowed myself to imagine it. Shaking my head, I said, “You’re alive, aren’t you?” “True,” she replied. “But what would you do?” I set the spoon down and turned fully to face her. Most Alphas would remarry.They had breeders. Companions. Pleasure partners. I had never believed in more than one partner.

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

He always said that one day, we would have our ceremony and become true mates. It turned out he was lying from the very beginning. He wasn't a Beta; he was an Alpha. He wasn't coming back to claim me; he was already sharing his throne. I curled up on the floor, crying until my throat was raw, until my whole body shook with spasms. In the portrait on the wall, Declan gazed at Celeste with a look of pure, adoring love. The same look he once gave me when he said: “Aria, in my heart, nothing is more important than you.”

I could sense it. The worst part was that I could sense the dark magic behind it. “Who is she?” I asked softly. He gently held her hand. “My Gemma and my closest friend, Anna.” I looked at her, confused by the way he introduced her. “How did this start?” “Two weeks ago, my people started getting sick. Then, a few days later, they started dying.” He looked around the room before turning back to me. “I’m an Alpha. I can sense the dark magic, and I can tell it’s fairy magic. The only fairies in this kingdom are your people. We let you have your way, let you have most of the land, and this is what we get?”

The pine and frost scent hit me like a physical blow, a phantom memory so sharp it made my teeth ache. I spun, heart hammering against my ribs, but the white void was empty. Just me, the lingering echo of a forgotten Alpha, and the System’s silent, mocking presence. “Screw this,” I muttered, the words a low growl in the sterile air. “Screw you, screw the game, screw my traitorous family, and screw this goddamn amnesia.”

"You look young and perfectly normal, so why do you insist on not acting like a decent person?" A moment ago, Fana had used her mind to check the viewer's profile. His nickname was "Not Worth the Fight." His avatar was a side profile of a boy, probably himself, looking fairly clean-cut. Who would have thought he was so twisted inside? Some viewers loved this kind of drama, and the barrage of comments instantly thickened. "Not acting like a person, so what's he acting like?" Fana rolled her eyes. "He likes being a dog! Not a single human word out of his mouth all day!"

"If I take you now, it’s just the fever. It's just the rut. Tomorrow, the sun will rise, the heat will fade, and you will look at me with those same cold, lying eyes and tell me you belong to her. You’ll tell me you’re straight. You’ll tell me you don’t want a man... that you don’t want me." Tears slipped down Jace’s flushed cheeks, hot and rapid, splashing onto Elias's hands. Hearing the raw, bleeding insecurity in the Alpha’s voice broke the last of Jace's defenses. He realized how monstrous his lies had been. Elias wasn't a terrifying beast who wanted to use him; Elias was a lonely, blind Alpha who had spent his entire life being treated like a broken defect, desperate for someone to love