Alpha's Choice Novels & Stories

Her voice was flat, but her chin lifted like she was daring me. “Came to talk,” I said, pulling a chair closer to the bars. She gave a dry laugh. “Talk? You already made your choice.” “Did I?” I leaned forward, elbows on my knees. That got her attention. She tilted her head, studying me in silence. “You’re the Alpha,” she said. “You can do whatever you want.” “That’s where you’re wrong.” My voice dropped lower. “Being Alpha means every choice ripples through hundreds of lives. I don’t get to make mistakes.”

“I’m confused, Moon Goddess. What Alpha I pick?” I said so confused by what she had said. Did she really say I had a choice of Alphas? As in plural? “Yes, my child. You shall choose which Alpha deserves your beauty. You are the one and only white wolf, no other exists. Your powers will make whichever Alpha you choose the most power Alpha. He will become a King with your powers if you pick right, but if you pick wrong, he could become tyrant and cause war among the packs. You will bear a white wolf child to continue the line, but only your first born will become a white wolf. The choice will be solely yours on who your mate will be, and your wolf will help guide you.” I looked at her in shock

"Then let it be confirmed. The trial proceeds. And the Alpha of Alphas will be chosen not by words, but by the battle to come. The chamber fell silent again. Not with rejection this time, but with grim, final acceptance. My hands tightened on the table, my pulse thundering in my ears. Whatever force had destroyed our enemies was out there.

I screamed when his truck screeched to a stop: “Look girl,” He stopped the car, his tone hard and harsh. Then he turned to face me as he held up my chin to look him in the eye. “You don't have a choice here.” He pointed out. “And stop acting so weak. This will be a lifetime opportunity for us if the Alphas choose you.” He said and I resisted the urge to cry even while crying. He would never choose me. And did he say Alpha? “Alphas?” “Don't interrupt me when I speak.” he snapped at me and I swallowed. I felt like there was something that he was not telling me.

“You choose.” The ground pulsed again. Harder. the fracture deepened. whatever was beneath it. closer now. reaching. “You’re Alpha,” I said. Steady. “you decide what belongs here.” his breathing stuttered. Because that was the core of him. always had been. not strength. not control. but Choice. The bond flared. bright. for one second everything aligned. Me. Him. the territory. and the thing beneath it. Paused. not retreating. waiting.

His gaze stays on the narrow opening behind us. “Yes,” he says calmly. “Three. Maybe four.” My breath stutters. “Why aren’t they attacking?” “Because they want to see what we do.” “Me?” I ask. “You,” he confirms. Something cold drips down my spine. I look at him sharply. “You keep saying that. Why me? Why not you? You’re the Alpha.” “They know how I move,” he says. “They know how to read me, how to predict my choices.” “And me?” I ask.

That he would fight for me. I held my head up even as the tears threatened to fall and I wanted to hide somewhere, away from the eyes of the people. “Yes, I do.” Came his husky reply and my hands instinctively clenched the gown. “Do you hereby take Kelvin Price as your Alpha and Groom, to submit to and love his pack?” The Priest asked me. My eyes twitched in their sockets. Every part of me screamed no but I willed my lips to answer. “Yes, I do.”

“Are you ready to carry not just the fire, but me?” The vision shifted again, showing me Damian kneeling in the flames, his body weakened but his eyes locked on mine. “Choose me, Selena,” he whispered, voice breaking. Then, in the same instant, the flames twisted his face into Alpha Kayden’s, his hand extended with a promise of dominance instead of love. My pulse pounded as I stumbled back, the fire forcing me to confront every choice, every bond, every possibility that could define who I became.

THE ALPHA'S MYSTERIOUS NEW MATE: Cause who needs a backstory anyways? Another said; In a BOLD move, The Alpha chooses a mate based on hair colour (we assume). It wasn't as if he had chosen me. What's wrong with these people? There was one that had me on the pages alone. Somehow, someone had taken a picture of the time I had arrived. Coincidence or premeditated?: You got to love that dress. Another said Red hair, Who cares?: Alpha's surprise mate steals the show. I also figured I had made an appearance on the best dressed females of the Crescent ball for this year. My picture was in fact the first, Adeline had also made it to list, however, unlike others, my image didn't have a name, except a

"They saw what we did in the shell. They realize that even without the 'Blood', we’re still the Alphas." ​The Choice of the Alpha ​Leo looked at the hundreds of guns pointed at his family. He felt the "Zero-Variable" humming in his palms. With a single thought, he could reach out and crush the entire fleet. He could turn the "Humanity-First" act into a memory.