Alpha's Eternal Obsession Novels & Stories

Alpha George from the Blackwave pack declared, his voice cold. “We’re not sparing the rest of the Whitewater either. They all need to be killed,” Alpha Stone declared, his voice devoid of mercy. “Yes, we can’t predict when they’ll start an uprising,” Alpha Amelia agreed. “You all don’t know why I’m deeply invested in killing all Whitewater. It’s because I received a vision that the Whitewater will break free from their curse bands and plan an uprising, which will lead to countless lives lost on both sides. Of course, according to the vision, we’ll emerge victorious, but we won’t remain unscathed after losing many important people to us,” Alpha Stone revealed, his eyes gleaming with convictio

My heart raced, my pulse pounding in my ears as I fought to stay calm, to keep the rising panic at bay. He was so close—too close. I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his muscles were coiled. His breath was warm against my skin, and the sheer proximity of him was overwhelming. The air between us crackled with a dangerous energy, and I felt like I was teetering on the edge of something dark and terrifying. “I am the alpha of this territory,” Aiden said, his voice low and filled with a dangerous edge. “A creature of the night, a ruler of the forest. And you, Isabella, have been cursed by fate to be my mate—a position you are woefully unprepared for.”

I couldn’t do it anymore tears welled up and in bent my head, my eyes on the floor, trying to disappear into myself, maybe if I pretended I wasn’t here this would end. “This is illegal,” someone in the crowd muttered. “Pack law prohibits selling members without Council approval—” “Pack law is whatever I say it is.” Alpha Dayn’s voice cut through the murmurs. He stood at the side of the platform, arms crossed. “I’m the Alpha. What I decree in my territory is legal.” “But the Alpha King—” “The Alpha King isn’t here.” Dayn’s smile was sharp. “And by the time he hears about this, it’ll be done. The Omega will belong to someone else, far from his jurisdiction.”

My stomach clenched, and my fists tightened around my glass. The scent hit me like a drug, thick, dark, and impossibly addictive: smoked cedar, black currant, and something feral underneath that made my knees threaten to fold. My wolf surged forward so violently I nearly dropped the crystal tumbler in my hand. Mate. I heard it loud, unmistakable in my head, a confirmation of something I already knew. And when I turned, the room narrowed to a single point. Alpha Desmond Montari. The Alpha of the Moonfall clan.

I pushed him to the back of my mind, where he truly belonged. "Where's Darius?" I asked, hoping to change the subject. Ronan looked around. "I swear he was just here." "He's the pack enforcer. Sneaking around is basically part of his job description." "I don't see how those two things are related, but have your moment, Alpha." I rolled my eyes. I pulled my phone out again, reminding myself that I was just checking the time. You have a wristwatch on. I ignored Nathan. Again. Honestly, I didn't know how wolves were supposed to be loyal companions when mine spent most of his time annoying me.

I can’t wait to see them, to put my hand on the cold crystal, to rest against The Balance, and feel the vibrations from deep inside the earth. “Maybe we should just let it all collapse,” Pria observes. “Bryce may be right. The world will fix itself, heal in time.” “Or it may implode,” Noah hisses. “Take all of us with it.” “Well you know what,” the Alpha says and throws down her fork. Egg splatters all over the table and onto her white shirt. “Maybe it’s fucking time. I’m over this. Every few hundred years, another fucknut gets it in his head that he needs to be the new king. I’m getting kind of sick of it.”

"I want the Alpha." Petra nodded slowly. "Then go get him. But Hailey?" "Yeah?" "Be careful. Alphas are possessive. Territorial. Once you're his, he won't let you go easily. And if this really is just revenge for you, if you don't actually want him for keeps... it could get messy." "It's already messy." "It could get messier." She was right, of course. But I was past the point of being careful. I arrived at the Alpha's house at exactly eight o'clock. It was a large cabin on the outskirts of the pack lands, surrounded by forest. Private. Isolated.

"That's not an answer. That's a riddle." "It's the truest thing I can give you right now." His jaw tightened. "If I say the title outright, in this room, tonight, it becomes real in a way I can't take back. Not just for you. For everyone who hears it. The Prime Alpha. The other founding families. Every wolf on this campus who's spent forty years believing that bloodline was gone for good." He shook his head slowly. "I need you to understand what I'm handing you before I hand it to you. Not just the word. What it costs to carry it." "You already said it once. In the dark, to the wolf. You don't get to take that back just because the lights came on."

I couldn’t explain it but as it grew the chains fell off. When I blinked, everything was gone. The chains, the fear, the hate. The witch circled us and I tried to remember something, something important. I couldn’t put my finger on it but I desperately tried to remember. “Is it done?” A male voice growled. “Yes, Alpha. It is done,” the witch answered. “From here on out?” The male asked. “Yes.” “And him?” “He’ll never be satisfied, he’ll never have her. He’ll spend the rest of eternity alone,” The witch answered.