Alpha's Possession Novels & Stories

I don't think I can ever live with myself. At exactly eight o'clock in the evening, I walked down the stairs with two plates full of lasagna in my hands, and headed for the exit. I turned around when I heard someone calling my name behind me. And when I look back, I saw the Alpha standing right behind me holding a plastic bag in his hand. "Hi." He said. "Oh, hi," I responded. "You're leaving already?" "Yeah. I have to prepare for tonight's auction. Where will you be?"

I leaned in close, letting him smell the scent of my blood and hers mixed together on my skin. "Listen to me very carefully, Beta," I growled, my red eyes boring into his soul. "The mate bond you felt? The pull that made you hesitate in the Aries kingdom? It is dead. The heavens might have written your names together, but she is mine now. Not yours. Never yours." Eric swallowed hard, his fists clenching so tightly behind his back that his knuckles turned white. "I understand, Alpha," Eric choked out, forcing his head down. "She belongs to the pack. She belongs to you."

“Yes, my Lord?” The Alpha opens the ornamental box revealing a hairpin. Meticulate golden curves depicting that of a crescent moon and the feral eye of a ferocious wolf crafted from iridescent purple and blue onyxes and citrine amber. Her eyes were blinded by the treasure displayed before her. “What’s this?” “A token.” The Alpha said. “Wherever you go, as long as you are under my service, you must wear it.” “Why..? This is too precious. This is something you should give to the brothers, not to me.”

His wolf was clawing at him, growling at his lack of action, at not claiming what was theirs. “My name is Tasha. And yes, I do feel that same pull. Yes, the urges are a pain in the ass. And that’s exactly why you’re here—for the wrong reasons. Not because you truly want me, but because your wolf’s pushing you too hard and the urges are bugging you too much. Well that’s not good enough for me.” “I stepped down from Alpha.” She was so startled she couldn’t speak for a few seconds. “What?” “My old Beta is now Alpha.”

Hayden forced an equally weak smile. "Sophia is a challenge I had hoped to have had irradicated before you came, but it appears our Alpha has decided to add another job to my ever-growing list of issues. I assure you I will get on him about her and make sure she isn't a bother," I shook my head, holding up my hand. The fast movement made me a little dizzy as my stomach growled again. I had to decide how I wanted the pack to view me now. I wouldn't get another chance. I listed my chin, squaring my shoulders. "It's no worry. Honestly, it was made pretty clear as to why I am here. If Zane wishes to use the she-wolves, then that is his choice. I am nothing more than a possession to be bred. It w

Balance slid into place, the pack’s energy settling into a new configuration. “Do you swear loyalty to your Alpha?” Marcus asked. “I swear.” “Do you vow to challenge him when the pack’s future demands it?” “I vow.” Light threaded between them like braided silver. “Rise as Beta.” Roman extended his hand. Alexander clasped it, grip firm and certain. The pack link settled fully. Whole. Marcus lifted his staff one final time. “There is one final matter,” he announced. “As Alpha, Roman has made his first decision.” Ellie’s spine went rigid.

My breath caught. He bent down to my level, placed his hand on my jaw, lifting my face up gently. I smiled, his touch was soft, and suiting. “I knew you would come back,” I said, placing my hand on his. “I, Nicholas Voss, the Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, reject you, Lyra Hale of the Bloodmoon pack, as my mate.” His voice was Deep. Detached. And then, his touch felt cold. Jenny’s smirk cut through my heart like a blade.

He was about to grow even more frustrated when he spotted something out of the corner of his eyes. It was an old, empty journal tucked between two massive tomes about pack genealogy or some other werewolf nonsense. The leather was worn but still intact, and when Carter opened it, the pages were blank. "Can I keep this?" he asked Balfour. "Of course," Balfour said easily, settling into one of the leather chairs with a contented sigh. “This entire building belongs to the Alpha, as do the grounds it stands on and the people within. And since the Alpha is your mate, whatever belongs to him also belongs to you."

Rider POV The night was quiet as I walked along the edge of the forest. The air was cold, and the ground felt firm beneath my boots. I was supposed to be in my office finishing reports, but when rogues were detected near our borders, I came out to patrol. As Alpha, I always led the search myself. My Beta spoke through the pack link, saying the trail had gone cold. No tracks. No body. No clear signs. That bothered me. Rogues rarely moved without reason. Something about tonight felt wrong, and the feeling sat heavy in my chest like a warning.

“It’s really lovely to see how you deal with rejection, Nolan. Not so good, if you ask me.” “You…” He lunged, punching the wall just inches from my face. The stone cracked, dust sprinkling to the ground. I didn’t flinch. “Looks to me like you’ve forgotten that I am the Alpha,” he growled low, his eyes glowing dangerously. “I haven’t,” I said calmly. “But the Alpha doesn’t own or possess people. Violetta is not your possession. And even if she was, don’t expect me to back down so easily from a good treasure… especially one that you threw away.”