Alpha Omega Romance Books Novels & Stories

“Killing a human is no way of showing strength.’’ There it was again, his fingers abruptly wrapping around her neck. He forces her to look at him, his eyes return to bloodshot red. His wolf had emerged. Angry and disappointed. “For the commander of the warriors, and a man rumored to be a showcase of great strength, You have a weak daughter and I am compelled to think that this is what you've taught her.’’ Her father's head remains cast down. Alpha Roman looks at Elena with so much revulsion. Just like her father often did. But there was a difference. His fingers around her throat don't only give her fear but arousal. That's impossible, right? How was it possible that a weak omega was p

“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

Evan POV I woke up because of the sun penetrating from the window to my eyes, I looked at Kate, she was sleeping peacefully in my arms, she looked more beautiful while sleeping or crying. I meant it when I told her I would love to sleep with her in my arms every night. But then I remembered what she said about Scott, He is still a thorn in my flesh I need to remove, if not I would not get the happiness I want. Being an Alpha, I need to protect the Gamma's, and my wife, which is my Luna.

"Then perhaps you wouldn't have been caught in such a precarious situation in the first place if you knew how to be precise, sneak around, and come do your thing in the woods discreetly as you wish. But because you are still sloppy, River, I found you from the moment you stepped out of the restaurant and trailed you all the way here without your knowledge.” A hot flush crept up River's cheeks. He had a point, but admitting it would be like surrendering a piece of herself. Still, she couldn't deny that his offer was tempting. Becoming Alpha wouldn't be easy, and having someone with his experience in her corner... Seemingly sensing her internal struggle, Gonzalo pressed his advantage.

Omega mistakes are not forgiven. But then I remember. I am Camille, an Omega, yes, but one who knows her place. One who cannot refuse an Alpha, especially not Théo. My claws retract slowly, my hands trembling. I step forward and pull the door open. And my wolf nearly explodes. Théo. Right there. His golden eyes half-closed, lips parted, hair messy, shirt loose and wrinkled from the night. He smells of alcohol, sweat, and something raw—something Alpha. The room feels smaller with him in it. He steps inside before I can think, before I can speak. My heart races, pounding like a drum in my chest.

There was little chance of starting a major fire here, and it was a little more sheltered since there were plenty of trees blocking the wind. Now, she stood on the edge of the water, her palms together and her elbows out, like some sort of yoga pose. Sweat dripped from her hairline as she glared at a book lying on the ground. It was an old copy of The Omega’s Role, which was an outdated take on Alpha and Omega dynamics—it basically advocated that Omegas should be happy to die for their Alphas if the Alpha wanted to brutally murder them. As such, it wasn’t one that we cared about damaging if this went wrong. Ruby glanced at me from the corner of her eye.

“Really?” Cristie asked, hope naked on her features. “Will that be okay? We don’t want to disturb you so late.” “Oh, it’s not a disturbance at all!” The lady smiled. “I was feeling a little lonely anyway, and it’s always good to have company. Please, come in. It’s too cold out there, isn’t it?” I wasn’t wearing my scent blockers, so anyone could say that I was an Omega. Cristie was obviously an Alpha. Nothing made people feel safe like a married Alpha-Omega couple, especially to an Omega.

I have him by the throat before he gets another word out, slammed back against the wall hard enough to crack plaster, my wolf surging forward with a violence I haven't felt in years, something dark and furious rising up under the ache in my chest like the two feelings just found each other and decided to become one thing. "Where," I say again, quiet now, which is somehow worse than shouting, "is she?” "She wasn't here," he chokes out. "We came to teach the other one a lesson, the loud one, we didn’t…” "You broke into their home,” I shout in anger. This type of behavior is not acceptable in my pack. "The Alpha rejected her, we thought…” "I didn't reject her." The words come out of me before I

I press my knuckle harder against my mouth and breathe through my nose and do not laugh because the walls in this corridor are thin and I have a policy about letting people hear things that could be used against me. But. Genuinely. If I could — An Alpha. Thinking his fated mate is an Omega. The lowest-ranked wolf in his own pack. The one who scrubs his training quarters at four in the morning so she can have a lock on a bathroom door. Selene, if you exist, your sense of humor is catastrophic. *He's wrong.* Ash. Finally. I wait. She doesn't add anything. Just those two words sitting in the space behind my sternum where she lives, flat and certain and — something else. Something underneath the

“Why? I walked despite my legs hurting to get here, and now you’re stopping me?” I met her gaze steadily, keeping my voice calm. “I have no personal reason to stop you, Miss. But your grandfather is receiving a special guest today—Alpha Ryan’s girlfriend.” Her lips parted slightly in surprise, then pressed into a thin line. “I heard Ryan was bringing her over today,” she muttered, more to herself than to me. “I think her name is… uhh, Olivia.” “That’s right, Miss Diana,” I confirmed, shifting my weight slightly. Her face twitched, and for a moment, she seemed genuinely concerned. “It must be hard for her… being an omega trying to fit into a world like this. She will never be accepted.”