Alpha's Eternal Obsession Novels & Stories

“He is the seed and the scythe. The beginning and the undoing. The blood of two fallen thrones, awakened too soon.” Troy stepped back. “It’s a god’s voice.” “Not just a god,” Kalen whispered. “The First Alpha.” The wind intensified. Elian rose from the stone, eyes fully glowing now. “I see them,” he whispered. “I see the packs burning.” Daisy grabbed his shoulders. “Look at me. What do you mean?” “Fire in the east. The Alphas turn on each other. They want me. They want my blood. Because it doesn’t obey their oaths," he said as though answering a question about the weather.

Fifty years since Samuel became something less than human and more than ghost. And Adrian? Adrian had become something worse. An Eternal Alpha. His reflection stared back at him from the polished steel of the observation glass. It was not a mirror, but it might as well have been. The man looking back was unchanged, broad shoulders, sharp jaw, golden eyes that refused to dim. Not a wrinkle. Not a tremor. Perfect, Ageless, Wrong. “I don’t remember choosing this face,” Adrian muttered. The reflection did not answer. It never did. But something else did. “You chose it every day you refused to die. The voice was everywhere and nowhere at once—threaded through the speakers, humming in the circuitr

"I'm sorry for making you do that, son. But I want you to know that everything I do, I only do it because I want what's best for us, especially for you." Lance took a huge, deep sigh. “I know that, Dad. But sometimes, I just wish we didn't have to bow down to alphas all the time. I mean, no matter what our genders are, at the end of the day, we are all still humans.” Raffy wished it were as easy as that. He didn't want them to bow down to alphas all the time, either. But it was so much easier said than done. Because in reality? Standing up for themselves would only put them more in danger.

Thalia rambled, her words completely breaking apart. ​Both of her hands clawed frantically at the silk mattress beneath her, tearing the expensive fabric to shreds. Her entire body shuddered violently every time my length reaped the deepest depths of her core. The shadow mist around us grew incredibly thick, vibrating in perfect harmony with the peak of raw passion consuming her. ​"Answer me, Thalia!" I hissed, bending my body entirely over her back, pressing my chest flat against her sweaty, smooth skin. "Who owns you?! Who is your Alpha?!"

he hissed in a broken voice, possessive and filled with eternal fidelity. He leaned forward and, with a firm movement, sank his fangs directly into the base of my neck. The pain was a fleeting spark, replaced immediately by a wave of mystical heat that sealed our souls forever. The Alpha’s mark was etched into my cinnamon skin, uniting our cores in an indestructible bond that no Council could ever dissolve. I fell into a silver haze of absolute fulfillment, protected by the massive arms of my mate.

Together, they delved into the depths of the tapestry, studying its ancient symbols and deciphering its hidden messages. As Isabella immersed herself in her studies, she stumbled upon a forgotten prophecy that had been concealed within the tapestry for centuries. It spoke of a great cosmic alignment, a convergence of destinies that would bring forth a new era of supernatural beings. According to the prophecy, two powerful Alphas would rise, each destined to play a pivotal role in shaping the future of the supernatural world. One would be the Alpha King, chosen by the Lycan prince who had long awaited his mate. The other would be the Alpha Queen, the fated mate of Phoenix, the prospective Alp

“But you forget, I have eyes and ears everywhere." That was one of the reasons I didn't want the expansion. I didn't want him all over my business. He already had spies within my territory. All of which I plan to kill once I uncover. "Even in your sacred halls. Word is, the great Alpha has a contest running… to find himself a Luna." My grip tightened around the glass. "The bloodlust you have isn't new. It is hereditary from your forefathers and it cannot be cured by some random contest. It can only be cured by getting bloodbound with your true mate."

His chest burned. His eyes glowed bright with fury and despair. He whispered: “Lena… please…” And she finally looked back. Her eyes were gold. Not glowing— burning. “Alex… I’m sorry.” He shook his head violently. “No. No. Don’t say that. You’re not going to the damn thing. We’ll fight it together. We’ll—” But Z-04 interrupted, voice cracking: “The Alpha does not fight. It consumes what belongs to it.” Elias sucked in a breath.

Their Alpha caged himself in Black Moon, but now he was ready to step out from this; they couldn’t get happier than they already were. But little did they know the moment their Alpha stepped out of this pack, a new war was about to begin, a way that had been left unfinished for thousands of years.