Alpha's Stolen Mate Novels & Stories

The air in the room didn't just turn cold this time; it died. Alpha Zade moved so fast I didn't see him cross the floor. One minute, he was at the center of the room and several meters away; the next, his hands were wrapped around Marrok's throat, lifting him from the ground like he weighed nothing. “You speak of laws in my territory?” Zade's voice was barely a whisper, but sharp. “On my lands, the only law is my word.” “She…a wolf-less omega…your mate?” Marrok wheezed. “It can't…she was rejected…by her true mate…a few hours ago!”

He said, “Think nothing of— One of the screamed as a mysterious force yanked him into oblivion. The rest scattered like ants into different directions, I knew it was him—I sensed his presence, smelt it even, the golden thread now shone even brighter under the moon’s power. “What is that?!!” The Alpha yelled, his eyes now glowering with rage as his comrades screamed. They kept on disappearing, one by one, by this same force that was faster than the speed of light. All I could see was the thread, moving in incredulous speed. My eyes watered for joy. I was glad to see my mate for the first time. He looked down at me, the Alpha, then he grabbed me by the arm, “Who is your mate?!”

My lip kept bleeding, the taste very bitter. As we moved, more rogues appeared as they slipped out from the trees like they had been waiting for something like this to happen. Dirty faces, hollow eyes, too-thin bodies. They didn't even hide their stares. “That’s her,” one muttered. “The Alpha’s mate,” another said, voice low but eager. “Not his mate anymore. He discarded her.” “Then she’s ours now.” One stepped closer, his eyes raking over me like I was his. “Alpha's trash but good enough for the rogues.”

There wasn’t much written about her, only that she had been one of the first seers to ever grace this land, and that she’d shared a particularly close bond with the Alpha’s chosen mate. “Chosen mate?” I murmured, frowning. “That means… he didn’t have a true mate?” My breath caught as my eyes scanned the faded ink again, needing to be sure I’d read it right. The chosen mate… lost herself to madness. The reigning Alpha… burned himself alive where lady Myra also met her end. I let my fingers linger on the final line, feeling the parchment’s roughness under my touch. The weight of those words pressed into my chest, leaving a dull ache I couldn’t shake.

“You have to start. Say your vows to me. Everyone’s waiting. I’m waiting.” This would be my life now. Fielding demands from Brittany, trying to manage her temper. Was love supposed to be this difficult? All I really wanted was… Again, Vanessa’s face flashed in front of my mind. “Jason,” Brittany hissed, bringing me back to the moment. I had no choice. I was here. We had to start. I cleared my throat, and then spoke, loud and strong, “I, Alpha Jason, do hereby take as my mate, you, Vanessa Harper…”

“You stand in my pack’s heart. You speak demands. You forget yourselves.” A man laughed. A harsh sound. “We remember too well. That’s the problem.” Kieran stepped forward. “You will show respect.” The man’s eyes slid to Kieran. “You’re not Alpha.” “No,” Kieran said. “I’m not.” I felt the words before he finished. He was choosing again. Always choosing. “I’m her mate,” he said. “That’s enough.” Murmurs spread. Some knelt then. Slowly. Carefully. Others stiffened.

"I came here to get you back home, as my Luna." "I guess that would be impossible." "Why? I had searched so many years for you, and you actually think it's impossible to get you back now that I have found you?" He searched so many years? But sounded so odd I couldn't believe. Alphas are meant to be this proud werewolves, who sits on their throne and command it's packs. They are not meant to look like fools nor look for their mates. If a mate leaves, another one is made, and that person, I believed was my sister.

There is no truer love than that of your fated mate. As I looked up the stairs I saw Alpha Zack being followed by my mate. It looks as if they were having a serious conversation up their, probably in Alpha Zack's office. It looks as if everything went good and we should be able to live here in peace and solidarity inside the Mountain of the Moon pack.

He took a long and deep breath and said, "Last year, her pack's alpha's mate was kidnapped and it took way longer than expected to find her. By the time they found her, she was dead... Raped, tortured for days, and then murdered..." Oh my God... What the heck! "Why would someone do that? Were they sick?" I asked in disbelief. "They were rogues... A lot of rogues were killed by the alpha's hands including some of their kids. It was revenge. His mate in exchange for I don't know how many people," He said with a shrug.

So, how is it fair that I can't hang out with a she-wolf I grew up with? Quinn whimpered at the reminder. Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything that's going to hurt Kira, I reiterated, attempting to soothe his concerns. Alright, I just don't want to watch this, he replied, his disappointment palpable as he retreated to the recesses of my mind. I thought back to the dream from this morning, a shiver running down my spine at the prospect of Angel rejecting me. Alphas didn't get second-chance mates like everyone else, even if our Luna were killed. However, we were allowed to choose a new mate in those circumstances.