Alpha Male Hypno Novels & Stories

"H-Hi. I'm Claire and…" "Why are you here?" he growled, his face twisting into a mask of anger. I instantly felt his aura, and it hit me—he had an Alpha wolf. I opened my mouth to say something but the words got stuck in my throat. Did he not feel the mate bond between us? Was I wrong? My mother had described it perfectly, and I heard my wolf's voice. I decided to introduce myself. "I'm new here and I was just…" "Did your father think sending you here would wash away his sins?" he asked, stepping closer.

And I decided to use that brief hesitation to my advantage. At this point, all I had was the ability to convince them. “Is this the man you call your Alpha? A man so disgusting he’s going to touch a girl gainst their will? A coward who is afraid to fight fair and square. Who goes after family members instead of manning up and accepting his loss like a real man would do. If you accept this man as your Alpha then you’re weak yourselves. Cowards!” Harold began laughing, like everything I was saying was pure comedy.

Grabbing her hips, I violently pushed her away from me at the very last second, releasing myself all over the mattress, pulling back hard so that every drop of my sperm spilled out onto the sheets instead of inside her. Before I could even catch my breath, a blistering slap cracked across my cheek. The force of it burned like acid for a split second, until my inner wolf kicked in and healed the tissue. There was one massive secret these witches didn't know: I am an Alpha. The daily dose of wolfsbane they were sneakily feeding me with was going to take a hell of a lot longer to truly weaken a wolf of my rank. But right now, my survival depended on me pretending to be completely broken and fra

There's got to be communication and trust. "I was impotent." 'What?' Her eyes widened but that was it. There was no fear or disgust like I'd expected. Just surprise. Somehow, it gave me the courage to continue. "Yes. You must have heard the rumors about my brothers and I being the cursed alphas. It is true. We are cursed. Roberto has never used his legs, Ricardo can't see and Romeo can't talk... Mine is impotency." She wasn't saying anything but her big eyes were fixated on me.

Zaid clasped the hand of the Alpha of Windmere, his grip firm, almost bruising, yet carefully measured. The other Alpha, though clearly determined to hold his ground, couldn’t quite disguise the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. He lifted his chin, his mouth set in a determined line, but Zaid could feel the undercurrent of anxiety. It was unmistakable; Zaid’s presence was too intense, too powerful, and the other Alpha knew it. No amount of bravado could mask that instinctual knowledge.

"We test him first. Hypnotize him over to the pack and question him. When his answers prove his innocence, I'll tell you what next to do." Black suggested. Miguel had always had the ability to hypnotize. Sometimes on the battlefield, he hypnotized his enemies against each other. To Miguel and Black, that ability was simply hypnotization. But the truth was, Miguel had Alpha aura. Alpha aura was the ability to control lower wolves into doing as one pleased. If the one who the powers are being used on dares defy the command's of the one using the powers, he get hurt and experience intense pain.

He silently prayed that none of these myths would distract Dom from his newfound responsibilities. "Have you ever heard of this, Alpha?" Dom asked moments later, getting Oscar's attention in the right way. "The myth of an Alpha born under the Golden Moon." Oscar was taken aback. This time his forehead wrinkled slightly, showing his uncertainty. "According to the stories I've heard, an Alpha born under the Golden Moon has a special gift. I don't know exactly what that gift is, but I do know that you were born under the Golden Moon. Isn't that right, Alpha?"

Darren asks in curiosity. "Ah, one thing I learned back in our village. Aggressive dogs...." "But Ali is not aggressive. He's very friendly, and you and Darren are the only person he turned aggressive." "Oh, probably some mood swings. Animals are unpredictable." "But you tamed him just by staring at him," Darren approached us. I swear I saw him sniffing at me and covered his nose. "No. I was invoking fear in him," I answered nervously. I learned back in the pack while observing the Alphas that in order for the pack to obey them, they must invoke fear and show their dominion over other werewolves. It came out on me unexpectedly. I should never have shown that to others.

Sleepy Joe was alpha, no scratch that, Sleepy Joe is alpha. Lyles couldn't believe it himself, but it was true. His father IS now alpha. Any well behaved son would be happy, proud even, but not Lyles. His father didn't deserve to be alpha, but winning the challenge, and killing his own niece proved otherwise. The pack wasn't interested in burying Crinka, no their self interest was celebrating their new alpha., The prisoner that Crinka had imprisoned were released, and Sleepy Joe demanded a new and better clubhouse. Was sure to cost a fortune, but Lyles knew, it wasn't going to matter, given his father was now alpha. It was really a great day for the pack, but not for Lyles. He had called the

He was studying the menu without looking up, Camila smelled the alpha in front of him, it was an exquisite sandalwood scent, it was curious why most of the alphas kept a peculiarly strong smell. “Bring me an American coffee and a turkey sandwich without the trimmings” he said in his thick voice, bringing the omega out of his self-absorbed mind. He still wasn't looking at her. She wrote down his orders and took him to the kitchen, in a little less than ten minutes he returned to the table, already with his order in hand. “Enjoy your meal,” Camilla said kindly. A gust of wind entered the place, making the alpha look up in search of that candy aroma that hypnotized him, meeting the beautiful om