Alpha's Claimed Mate Rv Elliott Novels & Stories

He asked. I was skeptical with my reply. How do I tell them u was his mate but a rejected one. "Yes, she is my mate…" Liam answered in my place. I looked at him at that moment and couldn't read his expression. Alpha Noah nodded gleefully at me. "Then, you are in the position to represent your Alpha but I must warn you, it's a fight to the death...only one man makes it out alive...hahaha …" He laughed and his men joined him too.

For a long while, I stood there, lost in it's eyes, watching and feeling myself drawing into them. Then I snapped out of it, my eyes going over to my father's handwriting just below, scribbled words. "The werewolf of the Lycaon". then a hash tag saying a werewolf went rogue after his attempt to run off with his Alpha's daughter. He's wanted all over many packs and alphas would never stop until he's been captured and stopped from his torments." And below it all were names which I couldn't quite put together even after squinting my eyes.

All packs were united and happy before this incident. My mom had the luck of getting two mates from her pack and my father's pack. My mom and dad met in high school and they have always loved each other since then. Even before they found out they were mates, my mom loved my dad. Her second mate also went to school with them, they are from the same pack. His name? Alpha Truce of the Moonstone pack.

"And now Crystal Swan, repeat after me. 'I, Crystal Swan, swear to try to be the perfect Luna and mother the Black Mist pack and treat them as I would treat family. And ask you the moon goddess to accept me as theirs.' " "I, Crystal Swan, swear to try to be the perfect Luna and mother the Black Mist pack and treat them as I would treat family. And ask you, the moon goddess, to accept me as theirs." "Then you, Alpha must accept her as your Luna and mate." "I as Alpha of the Black Mist pack accept you as my Luna and as my mate." And then he marked her as his and let her mark him as hers. Just then, the lights all went out and two figures appeared out of no where.

Someone called from the other end of the room, and I snapped my head in the direction, alongside Alexander and the women we were currently talking to. The Alpha squeezed my hand gently and told me he would be right back before wheeling himself in the direction of the group of men that had called out to him. And it felt like the moment that he was completely out of sight, all the women around me let out a sigh of what sounded like relief, and I frowned in reaction. What was going on? "How does it feel to be now married to the crippled Alpha?" One of the women asked. "Well, there's no major difference, really," I responded, and I heard one of them click her tongue in what sounded like disappro

She scoffs, her face curling up in disgust as she backs away from him until she's beside her father. "You are vile," she spits, and he shrugs. "I've been called a lot worse," he smirks, and her Alpha clears his throat. "Well, now that it has been established that your mate isn't here, can we please go back to the meeting?" James asks politely, and Alpha Adamo chuckles to himself. "No, see, I didn't say my mate wasn't here. In fact, she's right here," he shrugs, and everyone looks a little alarmed.

“You have to start. Say your vows to me. Everyone’s waiting. I’m waiting.” This would be my life now. Fielding demands from Brittany, trying to manage her temper. Was love supposed to be this difficult? All I really wanted was… Again, Vanessa’s face flashed in front of my mind. “Jason,” Brittany hissed, bringing me back to the moment. I had no choice. I was here. We had to start. I cleared my throat, and then spoke, loud and strong, “I, Alpha Jason, do hereby take as my mate, you, Vanessa Harper…”

​He looked down at me, his eyes devoid of warmth. ​"I, Kaelen Blackwood," he began, his voice booming like thunder, "Future Alpha of the Blackwood Pack..." ​I shook my head, pleading silently. “Don't do this. Please don't do this…” ​"...reject you, Elara Vance, as my mate." ​The words were a physical blow. I felt something inside my chest—the golden thread that had just formed, the only beautiful thing I had ever possessed—snap violently.

"I noticed the way her gaze kept gravitating to you. The way you watched her every move. And that silent communication when she held back, and you stepped in. It’s written all over you, Elliott. So tell me, Alpha, is she your mate?" The question hung in the air, weighted with implication. I met her gaze, held it. The truth, raw and undeniable, pulsed within me. "Yes," I heard myself say. "She is." A soft gasp escaped Rika's lips, and then her face broke into a wide, joyous smile. She launched herself forward, wrapping me in a tight, unexpected hug. Her embrace was warm, smelling of earth and healing herbs, a scent I’d associated with safety since childhood. "Oh, Elliott! My dear boy! I’m so

As we danced, I stared over his shoulder and waited for the distressing song to be over. “I often wondered why you left Zenith. Wasn’t he man enough? Wasn’t he a caring mate? Or did you simply think you deserved better.” Alpha Renly whispered into my ear and my skin crawled. “That’s the problem with all these alphas. I keep saying it but no one listens to me. How do you intend to keep a woman in line if you don’t show her exactly where her place is?” He continued and I paused for a second as I caught his meaning.