Alpha Protector Novels & Stories

But the Alpha she was speaking to, wasn't a customer. Both Amir and Alexander could tell the Alpha was different from the others, by his appearance and clothes. The Alpha had pretty long hair that reached to his shoulders and was dressed in traditional clothes, and a sharp sword close to his waist, hidden in his robes. ''Damn, that guy is definitely a gangster,'' Alexander whispered to Amir, the Omega agreeing with him. “He definitely is. Look at his hands--'' The Alpha's hands were covered in tattoos as well, along with many scars.

I knocked on his door and to my surprise a woman with stark green eyes and long beautiful black hair opened the door. “Oh, hello” she smiled. She wore a long flimsy dress, the color similar to her eyes, and she stood barefoot leaning against the door. A red ruby necklace gleamed at her throat. “Miss,” I bowed, “I’m here to check on the Alpha. I’m his–” “Bodyguard I know,” she answered, “I saw you when you entered this Mansion.” She then opened the door wider, revealing the Alpha sitting shirtless on the bed, with white bandages wrapped around his back and chest. His arm had small cuts.

"Maria will never choose you. You're the only one who got in the way!" "Just because you're the alpha doesn't mean you get everything you want. I also am a leader in my clan and you have to understand that". Some of the wolves growled in either agreement or disgust at what the leader of the vampire said. "So you admit to taking my mate" he drew back his lips in a smile. Ruthie's growl resonated from deep in his throat. "She is not your mate!" Without another word, he launched at Ruthie and his claw spread ready to kill then he paused as if being controlled. He could perceive humans coming. It smelled like a feminist.

a glint of excitement lit up her gaze and I wanted to stroke it until it turned into a blaze so I wouldn't have to look into her sad, dull eyes ever again, "that reminds me, when I asked you what you do for a living, you said social work. So, that was a lie." I searched the surrounding area, making sure the people close to us were too distracted to hear my whispered words, "Not exactly. I'm a leader but I take care of my pack and I'm not an ordinary alpha. Rogues are people who generally get kicked out of packs or aren't born into one to begin with, or lose their pack. I am the Alpha of the rogues. I travel a lot, finding and meeting new rogues and helping where I can. If they're good, I'll

I stepped through the portal. Emerging from the portal I watched it close before turning to face Tye. His eyes black as night as he looked me top to bottom nodding in approval. The way his eyes roamed me left goosebumps in their wake. It didn’t matter though because when we’re done, he’ll know to never look at me in that way again. “No protector?” Tye tilted his head to the side his eyebrows raised. “Should I need protection? I’m the rightful Alpha to this pack. I assure you I don’t need any protection. Shall we?” My eyes darted to the field that had been roped off the challenge.

The Alpha on his other side extends his hand, "Alpha Torrence, nice to finally meet you Alpha Abigail," I take his hand and give it a firm handshake, "pleasure is all mine Alpha Torrence." My statement earns a low menecing growl from, Alpha Christov. I stand with my legs slightly parted, my shoulders squared as I reach out my hand to this God like man, who's dark brown hair falls in waves around his face, his icy blue eyes stare into mine as I reach my hand to him, "and you must be Alpha Christov." My heart pounds and my wolf is ready to howl "MATE," at any second.

The Guardian of the Ash The First Alpha stood before them, his lab coat whipping like a funeral shroud. In the real light, he didn't look like a legendary warrior; he looked like a man who had spent a thousand years watching a funeral. He held the Physical Golden Whistle—a dented, tarnished piece of brass that glinted weakly in the grey sun.

Annie was quiet, waiting. "I've spent all my life being a weapon," Alpha continued, his voice low and careful. "Being the one who makes the hard choices and says the brutal truths and does whatever it takes to protect my family. And I'm good at it. I'm very good at being ruthless. But that means I've forgotten how to be... gentle. How to temper honesty with compassion."

Alpha was born screaming. Not like a child—but like something dragged back into the world against its will. Air burned his lungs. Light stabbed his eyes. His body convulsed as instinct reached for power that wasn’t there. No claws. No fangs. No dominance. Just fragile skin, a racing heart, and hands too small to be dangerous. The system moved before panic could take hold. [REINCARNATION STABILIZATION ACTIVE] [POWER VEIL: ENABLED]

****Author's POV**** King Zora Leondros, walked towards the large wooden table in the center of the room. He stood tall, proud, confident and regal, with his golden mane shining in the light of the torches. Alpha Menelik, the Alpha of Lakewood pack, also made his entrance into the room. Months ago, his father, Alpha Barak Maximoff kicked the bucket, and Menelik succeeded his father as the Alpha. Alpha Menelik decided to toll a path different from his father's. He decided against going all-out to wage war and hunt the werelions, instead he set a pact, and made peace with them, and they became his trusted ally.