Alpha Samson's Half Breed Mate Novels & Stories

I said in wonder. “I told you. Not having a mate does not mean that true love is impossible to find” “Yeah, you’re right” I said as I thought about how deeply Joseph loves Sara, and they weren’t even mates. “Joseph is a pure blood right?” “No he is also a half blood, but he has a very strong wolf, just like any pure blood” Another shock passed through me. A half blood beta! That would have been next to impossible in our old pack. Even if he had a strong wolf.

Made everyone in the room take an involuntary step backward. "I am Lena," she said. Her voice was echoing with layers of power. Multiple tones overlapping. Ancient and new all at once. "Keeper of the Last Sanctuary. Half witch. Half Fae. And you just made a fatal mistake coming here. Threatening mine. Destroying what I built. You have no idea what you have unleashed."

It was eventually proven demon half breeds had souls and could love and empathize like everyone else. To try and get around this curse, Ulysses Erickson used advanced medical technologies to transfer the blood of his unborn children with the blood of two strong, pre-chosen alpha males. I was the one chosen to be Constance's arranged mate. The bonding had been successful and had created a near unbreakable bond. For many years, it seemed to work until Constance found Gabriel Kingly, a demon-vampire hybrid, who was her true mate. It became clear that the curse cast upon the Erickson's couldn't be outsmarted. It should have ended there.

“It’s Emil. And you?” “It’s Teya.” “And who is this half breed you speak of?” “His name is Ken.” Teya wanted his trust so she told his name hoping she was doing the right thing. This wouldn’t be like last time when she first met Markess. Emil leaned over to her sniffing. His eyes glistened and turned back to normal. “You smell sweet unlike any of the rest of them.” Teya sighed. “It’s because Half breeds can procreate so they are able to sense women who are able to carry. Atleast that’s what I was told anyways.”

He had run out of blood bags that day and didn't have the chance to restock, so he had decided to go old fashioned. Samson had gone into the woods that night and run into a couple camping there. After he compelled the woman not to scream, he had fed from her husband, then compelled them to forget that anything weird had happened. The couple had returned to their camping and Samson was on his way back when he heard the crash.

The tension in the car slowly eases while my heart beats wildly. What have I gotten myself into? I turn my attention back out the passenger window when suddenly his words replay in my head. Male omega. My mate is a male omega. We can still have pups. Yes. Not that it would matter whether he could give me pups or not. He is my mate, and I’ve waited too long to find him. However, I will gladly wait this long again if I have to. The rest of the ride goes by in silence.

"I'm back, Cassian. Let's fix this. Let's go back to how we were six years ago." A look of pure, unadulterated disgust crossed Cassian's face. His voice didn't even fluctuate. "Samantha, six years ago, back when you were still unmarked, I held back and never touched you. What makes you think that after you've belonged to another man—and even birthed a half-breed—I would ever accept your damaged genetics?" The words hit Samantha like a sledgehammer, sending her stumbling back. She stared at him in disbelief, tears streaming down her face as she shrieked, "I only ended up like this because of you!"