Alpha Male Romance Novels Novels & Stories

The water completely drenched her attire, accentuating her curves more distinctly. Raphael did not do it out of love, but it was an alpha’s lust that was stronger whenever Winter was in his vicinity. His hand traveled to her back, pulling her close in his embrace. Winter was not an expert like him in kissing, so she only tried to imitate him a little. She moaned in her mouth when his hand caressed her lower back. Winter, then realized it was not Raphael. He despised her and whatever happening at that moment because of his alpha wolf. She decided to pull away, but it was too tough to get away from his grip.

I haven't been craving it. Sure, I had fun in my teenage years, I wasn't a monk, but I didn't need sex and, more importantly, I've never wanted a relationship. Since I started my Alpha training at 20, I have completely strained from women and any type of relations with them. I needed my head screwed on hard. I wanted to focus on becoming the strongest in our state. Packs in Washington state are known for their strength and relentlessness, but most of them are very closed and stray from alliances. They barely even compete in the annual Wolf Games.

They eventually broke off their kiss, but they stayed on the bed cuddling. They talked about a lot of things, Anna learned that Edmond was what people referred to as the "alpha male". He was a natural leader, confident, and strong-willed. Anna was intrigued by him, but she couldn't help but wonder if they were too different to make a relationship work. Despite her reservations, Anna found herself drawn to Edmond. He made her think, made her question her beliefs, and made her want to be a better person. It wasn't long before Anna realized that she was falling deeply in love with Edmond.

Literal and metaphorical. "Sure." We move to Father's study. Marcus closes the door. "I'll be direct," Marcus says. "Some wolves think you should be considered for Alpha. Birth order is tradition, not law. And tradition can change when circumstances demand it." "Circumstances don't demand it. Cormac's qualified." "Cormac's ambitious. Aggressive. Needs to prove himself constantly. Those traits make for a dangerous Alpha." "Those traits make for a strong Alpha. The pack needs strength."

"It’s not a done thing. Higher wolves don’t perform such menial tasks as feeding the pups. That's why we have Omegas.” “Oh,” Willow says. “Well, I don’t think it’s menial. I think it’s important.” “So did one of my mates. Let me tell you, I put an end to her foolish notions right quick.” “How many mates do you have?” I ask, trying to divert the conversation to less dangerous waters. “Six, your majesty.” The Alpha puffs his chest out like this is something to take pride in. “And you?” “Just the one,” I say and get up, stretching languidly.

His nostrils flare slightly as he inhales, and for one electric second, I see the Alpha's raw hunger in him flash across his face before he reins it in. “Damien,” I repeat softly, tasting the forbidden name on my tongue. My voice is barely above a whisper, but I swear I see his cock twitch in those linen pants. He takes one slow step closer. The air between us crackles. I can feel the heat rolling off his big body, that rich, masculine Alpha scent wrapping around me like a drug and something undeniably sexual. My pussy throbs so violently I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud.

“That sucks. I’ve been lonely too. My mate killed the man I was dating for the past three years. Then he rejected me and enslaved me. I escaped and found myself in some pack.” “Is that where they found you?” “No, I ran away from there.” “Why?” “The alpha was falling in love with me, and yet he has a mate. She was horrible and he was willing to reject her for me but I’ve been through a lot and didn’t feel like starting any drama.” “Did you like him?” “Oh I did. He’s handsome and very sweet. He has a banging body, too. He actually helped me take down my wicked ex mate and got him thrown into prison.”

“I’m ready, Damon. Let it all out. Let your beast out. Everything in me went silent. And then everything inside me snapped. My fangs pushed past my gums until they pressed against the back of my tongue. My eyes burned gold. My bones shifted beneath my skin. My body trembled with the force of what I had been holding back for too long. The beast was awake. And it wanted her. All of her. But before I let go, I have to say this. I’m not saying it for her. I’m saying it for you. Folks, I’m warning you. Don’t go to the next chapter if you are weak. This isn’t romance. This isn’t softness. This is what happens when a real Alpha stops pretending to be gentle. Yes, she’s pregnant. I know. Yes, she’s

he said, like a broken-hearted man. Right. Even, I. I don't think I'll end up mating with a lycan that the Moon God has paired for me unless he is from a family that holds wealth and power that the realm will benefit from if we ever wed each other, but I am a hopeless romantic. I want what the Alpha and the Luna has. They are each other's mate. I want that too. "If it's not my mate. I'd rathe die than marry whoever it is," I said to him. Zanth nodded his head. It felt like he would do the same.

I could feel his presence, a wave of his Alpha pheromones washing over me, making the hairs on my arm stand up. “Well, little Omega… now that we’re all alone, let’s get along real good,” Damon said, leaning close to my ear. I spun around, fury flaring inside me. “Fuck you, Damon.” A slow, predatory smirk spread across his face. His eyes darkened as he stepped closer. “I don’t want you to fuck me,” he said, his gaze dropping to my lips. “But I can fuck you. I can fuck you real good.”