Alpha Mate Romance Books Novels & Stories

He roars in my face, the force of it making me jump. “ You can't lie to the bond,” he says, eyes blazing with anger. “You felt it. The way our hearts.. syncs,” Even with him standing this close, our hearts try to beat in tandem. I force myself to meet his gaze, not anger but pure unfiltered disgust. “That's the problem with Alphas like you.” He finches so slightly that if it were not me, I would not have noticed it. “You're so desperate for a fated and mate story to justify your instability that you invent miracles in your head to make yourselves believe you deserve a mate.” His breath stutters.

He moved like a god who'd grown bored with worship and now wanted to destroy. Matteo's voice dropped into something hard. "You're not touching her." "She's already heating," Lucas said. "I can smell it." I was tensed. "No, I'm not," I snapped, stepping out from behind Matteo. "And even if I was..." Lucas's eyes pinned me in place. "You are... Your body knows what your mind won't accept yet." Heat surged up my neck. "Stop talking like I'm some animal." "You're not an animal, Annalyn," he said, taking another slow step forward, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're the storm, and you were made for alphas like us."

Maybe I had to follow her path but first, I had to figure out what book this might be. “Hey,” I called the wolf in my head, “what is the Alpha’s name?” I asked because the male protagonist was always an Alpha. Always. “Liam,” she responded and I could not pretend to be surprised. It was the most common name for Alphas in werewolf romances. Liam, Lucas, names like that. The abused omega mates were named Lily or Aria or even after the goddess Selene – like me. The plots were similar, the names uncreative so how would I figure out which book this was? All of them blurred into one in my head!

But a man made you have an orgasm. That was the mate bond. I messed up. Something I will never lose control over again. I reach for a third book; the same genre. Fourth, same. Why does an alpha have so many romance novels when he can’t give love? Rolling my eyes, I take a walk. A little exercise in a big space isn’t harmful. My head nods as I take mental note of the fine paintings on the wall; my finger brushes through the chairs as I count them one after another. Over forty-two.

"My name is Ryan Mitchell, and I am—was—the Alpha of Crimson Ridge Pack." The viewer count climbed rapidly as word spread. "All these years, I betrayed the most precious thing in my life. My mate, Mia." His voice cracked on my name. "I'm nothing but scum. Lower than dirt. If I could trade my life to bring her back, I would do it without hesitation." Comments flooded the screen, most of them vicious and unforgiving. "To atone for my sins, I'm donating every single asset I own to charities supporting abused women. My company, my properties, my investments—everything."

And I was my Alpha's beloved mate. (To be continue...) NEXT >> BOOK 2: BETA'S SECRET OBSESSION Continues Next Page

I think I am going crazy. “Yes, alpha Cross, and as his mate, you automatically become a member of the pack.” Alpha? I turned to Cross. Alpha? As in the leader of the pack? “You are the Alpha?” I let out. My voice came out a lot louder than I had anticipated. Spare me. I just found out that the man I slept with three weeks ago was my mate and now, I find out that he is the number one person in his pack. The alpha. What the fuck?

He finally stepped into the circle of light, his arms crossed over his chest. "A subtle reminder, Astance... your number of 'all' is two women. Let’s not get dramatic and pretend you’ve been spurned by a village." "And yet," I hissed, my teeth bared, "These two women have dealt damages that a thousand Alphas could not deal to me. A thousand Alphas could tear my flesh, Kaelen. They could break my bones. But Marie... Marie just says 'Alpha Astance' with that cold, distant voice, and I feel my soul being flayed alive."

The Alpha’s fingers had gone down to my cleavage. “Alpha.” He growled again. “Mine!” Then his lips crashed into mine. His hands got needy and desperately rough. Peeling off my dress in seconds as his tongue dominated my mouth. My heart soared. My mate wanted me. He had accepted the bond. Though his hands were rough on my skin, it nonetheless left a burning sensation in their wake. I tried to match his energy. To level with him in the urgent, demanding kisses, but even as I attempted to, I was no match for him. He was overpowering, uncontrollably ravaging. He was like a beast eager to tear his prey. He was an Alpha marking his mate.

That's rare among wolves. "Mate! Mate!" Angeline shouted. I was surprised, but then I smiled at him. I said to him, "Hi." In the blink of an eye, he's in front of me. He dropped down on one knee to level himself with me. I cupped one of his cheeks. He closed his eyes and welcomed the warmth of my hand as I welcomed the little sparks in my body. He sat beside me and we looked at the flowers. "I'm Alpha Erik Smith." My eyes widened in surprise. He's the alpha of the Silver Growlers. I smiled, "I'm Clara Lee." When he heard my name, he tensed.