Alpha Swap Novel Claire And Tereshan Novels & Stories

She looked up at me defiantly from the couch, her child raised. “I’m already exiled,” she reminded me. “Your orchestrated all of this because of your petty jealousy over my wife,” I said. “You will pay the worst, Claire. After that baby is born, your life will be forfeit.” “You can’t kill me!” she gasped. “I’m Alpha,” I reminded her. “I can, and I will.”

My mate's first love was in the maternity ward with me. We gave birth to two baby boys on the very same day. My son inherited my pure-blood Alpha lineage—the heir everyone expected to one day inherit everything I had. I spent decades loving him, protecting him, and giving him everything a mother could. But as he grew older, something never seemed right. He was painfully ordinary. No powerful wolf. No signs of an Alpha awakening. Not even the strength expected of a pure-blood heir. I blamed myself for years, wondering if something had gone wrong with his bloodline. It wasn't until the day I was dying that I learned the truth. The son I had loved and raised for decades wasn't my biological chi

She wondered who had caused her more pain lately—the rival billionaires or the husband currently threatening her. "If you were anyone else, I wouldn’t interfere," Silas muttered, his voice dropping to a low, jagged rasp. "But it can't be you". They arrived at an elite boutique, a place of glass and gold. Silas opened her door and offered a hand, but Chloe ignored it, stepping out on her own. Inside, the staff greeted Silas with a mixture of reverence and visible terror. They knew Silas Sterling was an Alpha—someone who could make a person disappear as easily as he could sign a check.

The man asked again in shock. Claire raised a brow hearing him mention Ashley. The few months that she had been living in New Jersey taught her that Ashley, the same girl she had tormented back then in Burning Heart Pack, was a figure no one wanted to mess with. She often wondered what Ashley would do to her if they ever meet again. She had no idea if she was to meet Ashley, the girl who had seen a lot of people in the past few months wouldn't recall who she was. "I'm Alpha Gray, the Alpha of The White Wolves." The man introduced and Claire's eyes widened again hearing she was mated to an Alpha.

It left me with no choice again but to head back to the packhouse. I was interrupted away from my thoughts when I heard a car approaching. I turned to see Clair’s beat-up truck being driven by the Alpha. My brows furrowed when I realized that my sister was seated in the Alpha’s lap, unconscious. What the fuck just happened?! I knew first-time shifters usually exhausted themselves, so it was no surprise that she passed out or fell asleep. But what the fuck was she doing in the Alpha’s lap? I doubled my steps towards the truck and aimed to take Clair away from the Alpha’s arms once he stepped out of the car, only to be denied.

I shout finally loosing my cool, if my second theory is right and he did see us and run, we're wasting time just standing here. "Can someone please enlighten me on what the fuck is going on, who's Richard?" The Alpha asks who had been in the room the whole time, I take a look at my mum wondering if she was gonna be the one to tell him. "The people living here aren't Charles and Vanessa Peterson, Charles is really a man called Richard who is the most wanted and dangerous man out there, they used this place as a cover and hideout" I tell the Alpha, he looked over at my mum beyond pissed off, I was surprised he hadn't run over and dropped kicked her or something.

“You know I won't. I already talked to the twins and Jada about it, and they're taking the news well. I have to find Ty for that walk and thanks for the waffles.” “Yeah.” I hurried out of the manor in search of Tyler, so I could steal him away from his Beta duties. Gamma Alexiares will be returning by sundown with the wolves that he found across the world. I really hoped that their journey went well, and they’d come back safely to the pack without encountering hounds on their return.

They didn’t look around and whisper, or startle at the slightest noise out in the corridor. A slave would have looked around first. Listened for footsteps, then spoken hushed beneath their breath, never speaking above a whisper. But these girls spoke freely and relaxed. “My name’s Anna,” said the younger girl. “I’m Clara,” said the older one. They looked to me, and when I didn’t respond, they continued their conversation amongst themselves. “Do you think it’s true?” Clara was asking. “The rumors about the Alpha. How he might choose a mistress from among the human tributes? I really hope not. I have a boyfriend back in town.”

Inside lay a narrow roll of parchment tied with faded blue cloth. I untied it and spread it flat. The ink was old, the lines clean. “When the daughter returns to her fated Alpha, the blessing comes with a storm.” My eyes ran to the next lines. “If the trial is not met and the bond not steadied, doom falls on the Alpha’s house. One will break, one will bleed, and the packs will tear.” My hands shook. “If the calamity is not averted, one of the pair must die, and the packs will fall into chaos.”

Asa didn’t need to look at him to feel the nervous energy rolling off him in waves. Jax cleared his throat. “They’re talking again,” he said, his voice barely audible. Asa tilted his head slightly but didn’t look up. “What else is new?” he asked, his tone cold, dismissive. “They’re saying you’re not the true alpha,” Jax continued, his voice faltering. “That James—” “James abandoned us,” Asa interrupted sharply, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. He finally looked up, his piercing gaze locking onto Jax. “He turned his back on the pack. On his family. On his blood. He has no claim to anything.”