Alpha's Forbidden Attraction Novel Novels & Stories

“You’re still flushed from last night. Looking like easy prey. Get in the car.” The drive back to the penthouse crackled with unspoken fury. I stared out the window, jaw clenched. Raphael’s cedar-smoke scent filled the confined space. It made the lingering heat in my veins simmer dangerously. Every shift in my seat reminded me how attuned my body was to the Alpha beside me. It infuriated me. “You orchestrated that,” I accused as we pulled into the garage. “The text. The sudden ‘stray.’ You make sure no one gets close, then act like my savior.”

"It's the truest one I've got." I study him across the small distance he's kept the whole time, this stranger who broke his own arrival procession, defied a knock from his own feast hall, and is standing in the middle of his room refusing to come near me even though I can see, plainly, how much it costs him not to. I've spent ten years learning exactly what Alphas want from Omegas, and none of it looks like this. "You said you wouldn't touch me," I say slowly. "Unless I asked."

I was a full-grown Alpha who was kept awake by night terrors. “I don't know,” I lied, too embarrassed to tell a middle-aged human that I saw Aunt Natalia's body right next to my mother's every night—bloodied, broken, and screaming my name. The man didn't look like he believed me, but he didn't say anything, reaching into his drawer to pull out a notepad. What the fuck was he writing in that tiny book that he couldn't say out loud? “How often do you have sex?” Whenever my brother decides to feed our twisted fantasy and I get to fuck the she-wolf I wish was mine.

“But it ends now. He doesn’t get to threaten what is mine. He doesn’t get to look at you. He doesn’t get to breathe the same air as you without understanding the consequences.” His free hand dropped to my skirt. He shoved the fabric up roughly, hooked his fingers in my panties, and dragged them down my thighs until they fell to the ground. The cool air hit my bare skin. I was already wet—from fear, from the leftover heat, from the pure dominance rolling off him. Alessandro dropped to his knees in the dirt in front of me. The sight of the Alpha of Ironfang on his knees between my legs made my wolf whimper in stunned submission. He hooked one of my knees over his shoulder, opening me, and star

The air smelled of pine and tension and the sharp copper scent of anticipation. I stood at the edge of the crowd, Luna's hand gripping mine so tightly her small fingers had gone white. Maya flanked my other side, her body rigid with the effort of restraint. We were forbidden to interfere. Pack law was absolute on this point: Alpha challenges were sacred, and any outside intervention meant instant exile for the interferer and forfeit for the Alpha they tried to help.

"I'm not going to let you do the same." I looked away. "You don't understand." "Then make me understand." I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Because what was I supposed to say? That I was terrified of falling for him? That every time he looked at me, something inside me softened? That despite everything I had been taught about werewolves, I had started seeing him as Xavier before I saw him as an Alpha? I couldn't say any of that. A sharp metallic click suddenly echoed through the room.

*** The three most powerful Alphas had reconvened for a meeting again, and the focus of the day was April Lawson. She was the woman who held the strings of fate in her hands without even knowing it. Those strings were their precious Alpha Heirs, and if tugged on the strings hard enough, the entire world would come crumbling down as she unleashed irreversible damnation. The Alpha Kings couldn’t sit quietly and watch it happen, so they sat around a round table in their secret meeting place and sought to stop the deadly prophecy’s fulfillment.

I open my mouth to speak but she beats me to it. “Look, you don’t owe me an explanation. You can do whatever and whomever you what. But it won’t be me. Just forget what happened. Pretend that it never happened because that’s what I’m going to do. I am not going to be your new plaything. Now, I you will please let go of me Alpha, I really need to catch up” I frown at her calling me Alpha, I don’t like that she calls me Alpha. She tries and fails to get out of my hold on her.

Instead, he slipped inward, into a place where the rules of the office, the elevator, reality no longer existed. The dream began slowly, but soon turned ravenous. He was lying face-down on black satin sheets, completely naked, thighs spread wide, hips propped up by pillows that left him exposed like an offering. The room was dark, lit only by the cold city light streaming through the panoramic windows. The air was thick with Adrian’s scent: burnt wood, hot leather, pure testosterone, and something wilder—the scent of an Alpha teetering on the edge of control. Ethan felt the mattress dip behind him. A hot, solid, dangerous weight. Strong knees forcing his thighs even farther apart. Long, roug

she said, leaving me to ponder on her words. All night I longed for him, it felt weird at the beginning but it all began to make sense, maybe this could be what I was looking for, maybe this was the only way to clear my father's name. According to stories in the past, it was taboo for anyone in the hallowed manes pack or any other pack to mingle or have anything to do with a rogue so I wondered if it would ever be possible for us to be together. If he went against the rule, he would be considered a traitor and declared a rogue like me, he would also be ripped off his rank as Alpha and that would be the end for him. I didn't want that, I didn't want him to suffer because of me and my status.