Alpha Master Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ve been asked to serve you water.” "I thought you said amber eyes are a normal phenomenon here, do I get discriminated against too?" She smiled stretching out her arm. "Wren." She said calmly like she hadn't provoked me enough. I clicked my tongue and seat her hand away. "You're too pompous to be a slave. An Alpha?" "Yes, and you?" She rubbed her hand through it and I growled. "A Beta. Girl, take out your coat. In New Orleans, there is only one Alpha." She raised her head looking ahead of us. "Alpha Ryder Loworth."

I ask, grabbing her sleeve. “I didn’t say a thing,” Ama says. She steps onto the hard surface of the road, yanking on my wrist. I plant my feet and turn to look behind me. We dropped Mama off at a healer’s hut not far from here, and now Ama is taking me to her Alpha. I know what that is from Mama. It’s the head of all the wolves, the most dangerous and fearsome of them all. I long for her comfort and wisdom as I take this giant step, but I’m on my own, with only Ama, who seems none too friendly.

I couldn't help but comment on how amazing I looked and how well the dress's color complemented my skin's pale tone. She said, smirking, "It's perfect," to sum up. "Who is he?" Through the mirror, I fixed my gaze on her. "He is Master Damon, alpha of the Northern land." "He's one of them right, Tessa called him a beast, he's a wolf-man isn't he?" "You would never dare say it to him. Please address him solely as Master." I let myself to consider "Why am I here?" for a moment in silence. "He will explain everything to you."

"I have served the White line for seasons. He does not pull females from rivers and treat them like high-ranking Lunas without a reason." I reach out, letting my finger trace the cold glass. A viper strikes at my shadow, its fangs flashing. "Perhaps your Master is simply a male who finishes what he starts." "He is an Alpha," Amelia snaps, her scent turning sour. "Alphas do not act out of charity." "Then ask him yourself," I say, looking up to meet her gaze with a hard, dominant stare that makes her step back. She flushes, turning on her heel and marching out of the room.

The threat had gone. I went to the big panoramic disc, Kael close behind me. He slapped both arms around me and begged his chin on my shoulder. We watched the world literally breathed. Silas stood a few meters away from the radio and already had a connection to Alpha manufactured. Betty's loud, scratchy voice quewed joyfully through the room, as Nova told her excited about the fight against the AI father. “You see that, Commander?” I whispered and leaned deeply into his embrace. I looked down on the endless, devastating streets. “We have a whole

He smiles, taking a breath before speaking "You're an Alpha Queen, my love." Excuse me? Me, someone who has barely learned how to be a Luna? "I'm-I'm a what now?" I stutter "England and Australia both have Alpha Kings, you're the Alpha of Alpha's technically. You can command any werewolf, and you'll end up making all the other Alphas submit to you and your rule." Max cuts in I say nothing, now that I can avoid. Motherhood will come first. It's debatable on which one will be scarier, but I have no desire to deal with that Alpha Queen business for the time being.

"What seems to be the problem here, Vincent? Omega Ammy is a client of mine. I set her account up myself." "Hello, Alpha Liam. There seems to be a mistake on young James's account. There is no alpha listed and she's trying to withdraw funds." Liam stepped closer to the counter, drawing abreast to Ammy and Ammy dipped her head down further, turning her head to hide her eye. A deep growl rumbled through Liam and he postured in front of the teller. Ammy watched from the corner of his eye in satisfaction as the man wilted under the alpha's intense regard. Liam bared his teeth in a smile.

We were werewolves, after all; nudity wasn't new to us, and Paige was probably the only female in the whole pack who could give two shits about who I was or what I looked like right now. "What I do with her is my business, and you best remember that. Stop overstepping. You aren't my Beta, and you sure as fuck ain't a friend. I am your Alpha, and when I say jump, you ask how high. So, leave it the fuck alone, Paige." I snapped; a flash of hurt crossed her eyes, but I was too pissed off to care.

* Mike replies just as the large doors to the throne room open once more. I peer at the Alpha who confidently strides forward. His tall dark frame with familiar green eyes lock on mine and he smiles wide and brilliantly. “Marcus?” I say with a frown because the man is almost the carbon copy of Lamia’s father. “Your Highness,” The Alpha bows, “Alpha Albert of the River Moon pack.” He speaks now nodding his head at Mike as a greeting. Mike smiles and bounces down the steps. “Alpha Albert, it’s a pleasure to meet you finally.” Mike extends his hand to the Alpha who takes it, and they shake vigorously. “My father will be sorry he missed you.”

“That girl is not worth it. And considering what you’ve done to the realm, I hardly see your word as something I can trust. Besides, if I freed the Southern lands, what happens to the packs whose territories are located there?” “Those packs can relocate to your land,” the Mad Alpha sneered and tilted his head. “After all, you still have vast territory and not much money to sustain it. You can charge them. It would be a win-win.” He turned to Wade. “You already figured out you’re bankrupt, right?” “What?” My head snapped in the direction of my ex-husband, but he looked just as surprised as I was. “Oh, you didn’t know?” The Mad Alpha gave us a sly smile. “Your pretty ex and his cousin gave me