Alpha's Heartsong Novels & Stories

I turned around to see the remaining soldiers and doubted for a second if my soldiers would be able to conquer them all. My biggest fear had just happened, getting injured during a war, and not just that, my heart was pierced with a poisoned sword while it was beating, the only thing that would kill aAlpAlphaek. I turned around and saw the alpha of the bold pack, alpha Black Ribbon, smiling gracefully, he raised his second sword with his left hand high above his head, because he had stabbed my heart with his right hand. He was about to drop his sword on my head when I stuck my claws into his stomach and dragged my hand out forcefully. I watched his intestines pour out of his stomach and scat

Cassa asked. “I don’t have any details about her or what she looks like. Just that she’s a beta,” I replied. “He might’ve confused her with you.” “Surely,” she nodded. “But he’s not a rogue, right? Can an Alpha even be a rogue with his pack?” She raised her camera in my direction. “It’s not unheard of, but that’s not our problem to sort out. We can’t let a rogue exist,” I said. “What are you up to?”

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

I shook my head, “it will heal. Now I should head back. I am famished.” “Oh, here,” I was handed a dish on a paper plate by another member. “Try this.” Storm looked at me, “try it.” The knobhead was getting on my nerves; however, I didn’t have the energy to fight him again. “You should eat; it will help.” Storm added. Then he took a step closer and whispered, “you’re staying the fuck put, Asswood. Part of being Alpha is socializing. So go fucking mingle.” He smiled at the kids, “remember what I told you. You don’t let go of my hand when we walk through the crowd. It’s getting dark, and you two are tiny.”

Damon. Someone touched me and shook me lightly, whispering my name, and I woke up with a startle. My heart started to pound so fast, as if it was about to jump right out of my chest. “Alpha.” The voice called, I glanced my hand tightly on my chest, and I was going to fall whatever I was sitting on, but the strong arm held me and forced me back on the seat. “Open your eyes, Alpha. I will get your drugs, get a grip of yourself please.” He said, and I forced my red eyes open, my heart hitting against my chest so hard.

The Alpha is the warrior, not the Luna. She’s the heart, hidden behind the rib cage and shielded in the warm, while the alpha, he’s the fist. Driving out front to lead the way. The pack, they’re the body… joined, connecting, working as one, but they get behind the fist and they always cover the heart.

"I want to hear the thoughts of my enemies before they speak them." The lesser alphas called out their claims. Hands. Feet. Blood. Even the hair, which they said could be woven into garments of protection. Sonia looked at me. "And you, Darius? What do you claim?" I let the silence stretch. Then I smiled. "The heart. And the rest." The room went still. "What do you mean, the rest?" Alpha Thorne demanded.

The world didn't just fade; it shattered. The moment Zayden’s fangs pierced the skin of my shoulder, the scream that left my throat wasn't human. It was a resonant, harmonic vibration that shook the very foundations of the tower. I felt the Alpha power—a torrential, liquid fire—pour from his veins into mine. It was a flood of centuries, a roar of a thousand wolves, and for a terrifying second, Hestia’s warning felt like a prophecy. My heart hammered against my ribs, struggling to contain the sheer mass of his soul.

He raises a dagger with a high blade and gleams under the firelight like something sacred and deadly. Then, without hesitation, he slashes my palm. I watch, frozen in the vision, as my blood spills onto the altar. And in that moment, the altar glows. Not just a soft shimmer but a blinding, pulsing light that explodes outward like a heartbeat made of fire. Suddenly, Alpha Craig throws his head back and growls a deep, guttural sound that shakes the air. Something dark floods into him. Something from me. It feels like part of my very soul, ripped away and forced into him.

“You don’t have to say anything. Your face tells me everything I need to know.” “Steph…” My voice was barely a whisper. “How do you know?” She leaned in closer. “I overheard Sonia—the Alpha King’s fiancée—talking to someone. They suspect you’re his mate.” I gasped. “What?” “She’s planning something, Alima ,” Steph continued, “You need to leave. Tonight.” I shook my head quickly, fear spreading through my chest. “Leave? I can’t just leave, Steph. What if the Alpha finds out? What if he catches me?”