Alpha's Eternal Obsession Novels & Stories

Half the pack still riding the high from the ceremony, Killian's name coming up every few minutes from different ends of the table, people laughing and talking over each other and generally acting like the world was brand new. I sat in the middle of all of it and scanned every face quietly. Could be Emily. Could be Joanna. Could be someone I'd never looked at twice and that last option was the one sitting with me the hardest because it meant the circle of people watching me was wider than I thought. I got nothing from anyone. I was still nowhere with it when the packhouse beta appeared at my shoulder. "The Alpha wants to see you. Main study." "Killian?" I said. "Lorenzo."

“We can’t go late… The Alpha would be at the door to welcome and usher in his people. I want to see him, I want to be there on time, we can’t miss that, we simply can’t. The Alpha would take my hand and bring it to his lips and kiss it passionately. That is the best part of the party for me, we simply can’t miss it!” the girls complained continuously. Honestly, I don’t think I fancy their attitude toward him, they sound so stupid. A part of me wants to pull out their tongues for saying such things about him. He will never date or mate with either one of them, so why the fuss? If anything, I’m supposed to be the one drooling after him, he is supposed to be mine… right? I don’t even know what

I said quietly. "I know," he said. "I drank all of it." "I know," I said. "I noticed." The lamp flickered once. The rain blurred the window. Across the table, the Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion looked at me with the specific expression of someone who had been patient for four years and was now, very precisely, at the end of what patience could do — and I looked back at him with the specific expression of someone who had spent four months building a category called things I cannot explain and had just understood that tomorrow, all of it was going to have an explanation.

Abel's POV The bitch I had moaning underneath me was doing little to subdue the urges I had burning inside me. I could barely get off with Kamilla anymore. I was truly getting bored with her. She was annoying, only cared about money, and kept on telling me how much she loved me. Honestly, I can't stand her, but I needed a Luna back then, and since she was banished along with me. I had originally felt some guilt, like that meant that I needed to take care of her, but I was so tired of her lately that I fantasized about killing her. The Alpha Summit had been the perfect opportunity for an ambush. I took a handful of warriors with me, told King Ivan of my plans and even rigged explosions in the

Allen, it is now abundantly clear, is going to become an issue in my plans. Never mind the fact that his son is the bastard that fucked me over. There is something deep and disturbing in him, I should know. I am equally broken, though I have reason to be. From everything I know about his pack and life here, he has nothing to be spiteful about. Yet there it is, gleaming in his sea-green eyes. The same look that reminds me this is all a long game. “Ah, the Mad Alpha has graced us after all.” “You act like we are late.” Julian says, clambering out from behind me.

“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.

"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.

Low, warning growls echoed through the hall, turning the air freezing cold. ​"Alpha blood," one of the elite commanders murmured, his nostrils flaring as he stepped forward. "Sire, why have you brought a Crescent rogue into the sacred heart of the citadel? She smells of Alpha Vance." ​Lysander stopped dead in his tracks. The temperature in the room plummeted instantly. A suffocating, crushing pressure exploded from his body, an aura of pure Lycan dominance so potent that even the battle-hardened guards visibly flinched, their heads bowing in submission.

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.

I could actually hear the venom in Alpha's tone. "I know Alpha. I wasn't thinking." "You're officially the worst beta ever," Alpha sighed. His voice sounded normal again. Was this guy schizophrenic? "You know that twelve thousand four hundred and four is not the number of women I've bed, but the number of lives I've taken?" he asked Carson. But Alpha's tone this time was laced with darkness— and possibly regret. My breath hitched. If he found me, I would be number twelve thousand four hundred and five. Goodbye, Hazel Valentine, I sobbed internally. Fear ate at my soul and my blood ran cold.