Alpha Male Romance Books 2020 Novels & Stories

“Once got a whole pledge class drunk and talked them into stripping in front of the house.” Alecia raised her eyebrows, one more reason not to join the protected. “He’s going to have some youthful indiscretions to explain away.” "His father will just make it all disappear.” Helen snapped her fingers, and Alecia wondered how many crimes that had been made to disapear simply because he was a powerful alpha. She looked at the handsome man and shook her head. What a pity. She would have loved to get to know him. He looked like the type of man she’d always dreamed of. One similar to the heroes in the romance novels she had read so often, but those men had been human . . . . or at least, that was

"I don't understand why they attacked you to begin with. You weren't doing anything. You didn't provoke them. If anything, they were the ones provoking you with the terrible shit they were saying." I stepped away from her, but I took her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together, and pulled her with me. I climbed into the car and she followed, sitting on my lap. Her back leaned against the door. "They have this thing against Alphas," I typed on my phone, "Mainly because the Alphas are the ones who kick them out of the pack to begin with. Apparently we 'ruin' their lives." "Oh, I see..." she replied after reading it, "Have you ever kicked someone out of your pack?"

His warriors joined the fray, fur and blood clashing in chaos. Dren stood in the center of the circle, smiling. “Welcome, Alpha.” Kael shifted mid-leap, landing on two feet, naked and fuming. “Let her go.” Dren tilted his head. “Why would I return what’s mine?” Kael didn’t wait for an answer. He lunged. They collided with the force of gods—fists flying, claws slashing, growls tearing through the air. Dren was strong, fueled by blood magic. But Kael was furious—a mate defending his bond.

“Ms. Hayes, the public wants to know what exactly triggered the brutal physical altercation between Alpha Derek Boyega and Beta Jacob Wolfe. Many believe you are at the center of a love triangle between these two powerful wolves. Can you confirm?” My blood ran cold. No, Allison. Don’t..! She paused and the camera zoomed in on her face. She wasn’t scared.. she was… resolved. Cold and hard as steel. “It’s not a love triangle,” she said, her voice clear and cutting through the noise. “Derek Boyega lured me to his home under false pretenses. He drugged my drink. And when I was unable to consent or defend myself, he raped me!” The world froze momentarily.

“I, Alpha Prince Eamon, son of Alpha Rowan of the Red Crescent Pack, reject you…” He paused, his brow furrowing. “What’s your name again?” The crowd burst into laughter, and my humiliation deepened. It is only now his face finally shows an emotion, flushed red as if he only just realized he didn't know the name of his mate. Before I could answer Someone shouted, “Hannah Welsh!” He nodded curtly. “I, Alpha Prince Eamon, son of Alpha Rowan, reject you, Hannah Welsh, as my mate from this day forward.”

I have nothing. The battle exposed everything. My alliance with vampires. My payments from Hermetic Order. My betrayal of wolves for human gold. Silas revealed it publicly. Everyone heard. Can't deny. Can't explain away. I'm Alpha who sold wolves to humans. Unforgivable. Permanent stain. "Alpha, what are your orders?" Beta Marcus asks. Loyal. Still trying to follow. Still believing. I look at him. At all of them. Young wolves who trusted me. Followed me. Killed for me.

“You’ve ruined my alliance now I can’t let you go.” Angel twisted to look at him, her eyes fierce even in bliss. “Then don’t. I’m yours now. Fuck the alliance.” A dark smile curved his lips. “Brave little wolf.” He rolled her under him again, knot still pulsing inside her. “It’s time for round two. I’m breeding you until sunrise.” She laughed breathlessly, pulling him down for a messy kiss. “Good. Because I’m not done taking this Alpha cock.” Outside, the full moon burned bright, sealing their forbidden sin.

A smirk visible on his lip, "You are quite cranky , that isn't fitting for a lady" He glanced down at the gold watch hidden under the sleeve of his turd. "The Silone should have rared off by now we have so much to talk about Melissa Valsher, the Alpha female or should I say Alpha king" 'This moron thinks am the Alpha king? Is he daft to the prophecy out there?'

She rips the heels off and growls under her breath. "Why does height have to be so painful?" I laugh and she sends me a death glare. "How are you still wearing yours?" She asks, exasperated. "Well, for one the pack is a few minutes away, and I have gotten used to them." That last one is a lie, but being the next Alpha, I have to keep up the allusion of nothing getting to me. And nothing includes a measly pair of heels. My ears perk toward the open front doors, my nose twitching as the scent of a large group of werewolves floods toward us. Rylan grumbles, but straps her feet back into the heels. I turn toward the door, and wait.

Well, aside from marriage of someone to that other pack—which the Fire Moon Pack and the Shadow Rose Pack certainly doesn’t have any. “Fuck me,” Ansel whispered to himself so soft that none of the Betas and Healers and Alpha with their extraordinary hearing didn’t heard him. In two mighty steps, he reached Sasha and walked across her where Apollo’s body and ass remained untouched and splayed on the grass like some leftover after-feast from the Wolf Moon Festival. As swift as his flames melting away the ice of the Wintra River, Alpha Ansel Vaughn of the Fire Moon Pack slammed his cock into Beta Apollo even before he could blink.