Novel & Cerita Alpha's Possession

Even in death, she could only belong to me. “Let go of her now!” I snarled, storming toward them. “Lucas,” Alpha Dickson responded, deliberately dropping my Alpha title. He turned to face my seething form. “What exactly do you mean by that?” My gaze fixated on their intertwined hands, joined together in apparent bliss. “She is mine,” I screeched, my voice breaking with desperate possession. “My property.” “Yours?” He scoffed, his eyes burning with a rage that matched the inferno building inside me. Each word dripped with contempt. “Really?”

"But this tie around your neck is my leash. Every breath you take will remind you that you are mine first. I’m the only one who has the right to choke you or give you life." His pupils widened. The gray in his eyes darkened into deep black with raw desire. His strong hands gripped my waist hard enough for me to feel every finger. His voice came out rough, shaking something deep inside me. "If this is your leash, Corinne, then I accept being your prisoner forever. But be careful. When an Alpha loves, he becomes possessive." I laughed in victory as I adjusted his collar one last time, knowing he would spend the entire night among the pack thinking about the moment he would return and undo this

"Of course, Alpha." ***

The Alpha said, his face filled with grief, longing and remorse. For a brief moment, he truly looked like a grieving husband who simply wished to see his dead wife again but I took a look at his eyes, the eyes never lied after all and there… There it was, greed, hunger and a sense of possessiveness that had almost turned into madness. Of course! My stomach churned, how could the Alpha suddenly change his mind. My mind shifted slightly, did he know about the parchment and its connection to the celestial realm? Much worse, did he know about the medallion too? The possibility made chills crawl down my spine.

"How do you know that this is not how I am?" "What?" Ciel was speechless again for a while but found his voice back eventually. He was still frowning as he said, "How would I not know what kind of person you are? You are an alpha, and it's typical for alphas to be bastards and assholes; beings who cannot be content with one person, especially if the person is someone like me, who has nothing but my body, simply because you are on the higher hierarchy." 'And because you are so damn popular, I can hear a lot of things about you even if I don't want to.'

He stood out in the crowd with his chiseled features framed by black hair. The lady on the podium continued, "Ryan Taylor, the Alpha prince, will now take the stage." I was suprised was there another Ryan? It wasn't him right? The realization hit me like a lightning bolt. He was not only my mate but also the Alpha prince. My eyes widened in resentment as I heard those words, "A-l-p-h-a." The words 'Alpha' and 'Alpha prince' reverberated in my mind, and my heart raced in response.

I was quick to say, referring to chess. “It has come to our notice, Luc and I, that the Alpha seems to have poor control around you,” he began sheepishly, his eyes not meeting mine. “And as much as it pains me to say this, we have to keep the pack’s best interest in mind… The Alpha cannot be hindered in this decisive fight.” “So, I am a nuisance?” Tears sprung up to my eyes, and I had to tip back my head to keep them from falling. “There seems to be some transference between your two wolves…”

They always start this way. “Come on Anna,” Kyle’s voice slithers into my ears. “Beg me to touch you. You like this, don’t you? Alpha’s little girl just aching for it.” I stay silent. I always do. It never helps. “Better yet, beg me to stop. I’ll stop if you ask me real nice,” he lies. They never stop. My clothes are gone. I hear belts coming undone. Silent tears streak down my face. My body shakes. I brace for the worst.

Chapter 3: The Alpha's Possession** --- Damon's dark eyes fell on her, and he could feel her trembling beneath his gaze. His eyes never left her until she exited the courtyard. Damon’s smirk was replaced with a grim expression as he turned to his right-hand man, Alfred. "Take her body to my pets in the dungeon," Damon ordered, and Alfred quickly obliged. Alfred, who had served the Alpha as his Beta and right-hand man, wasted no time passing the instructions to the guards. Something told him his Alpha was in a bad mood, and irritating him further was not the wisest choice—unless he had plans of ending up six feet under.

There are thousands of omegas out there, willing to accept your proposal, just pick and fuck someone else and that's it. "You're right…" said the alpha in a calm voice. "There's just one little problem... I don't give a fucking shit, the other omegas, I want you, I like you and everything I like I get, even if I have to kill for it" His big brown eyes watched her without a spark of hesitation, which let her know he was too serious for his bad luck. Camila stood petrified, watching his countenance gradually darken, he moved closer to her, grabbed her waist and kissed her lips in a leisurely manner.