Alpha The Master Of Beasts Novels & Stories

The man she had given her youth, her loyalty, her love—had just condemned her to die for someone else. Her legs turned to water. She staggered back, the only thought in her mind: get out, run, breathe. Her heels clicked a frantic rhythm across the stone floor. But in a blur too fast for her eyes to track, Alpha Trent appeared—behind her. His large, powerful body blocked the doors, an impenetrable wall of muscle and authority. Then a sound ripped from his throat—something no wolf should be able to make. It was ancient, primal, a vibration that spoke of deep earth and forgotten monsters.

The bed stopped creaking around the dawn and Alistair Vane laid beside Maeve, their bodies sweating profusely because of their intense heat session. Alistair may not have the mercy of Moon goddess but has the impact of full moon. He is the Alpha, a powerful beast on the earth, a ruthless king and the one who possess more powers than any other Alpha. He is the only White wolf, a blessing of Moon goddess and was named the Great Alpha Alistair Vane but a full moon night changed his fate and stripped him away from the title.

“What do you want to know. Ask away.” “What is this blood bound slave thing?” “Right for the throat then. Alpha blood is very powerful. It can initiate a wolf into the pack or bind them to the Alpha himself. You’re not really his slave per say.” He emphasized the last part with finger quotes. “You will find it hard to leave and hard to disobey him.” “Why me?” I asked. He sat down crinkling his face. “That’s a much longer answer but the short version is he’s using you as payback.”

He deadpanned, the angry tone of his voice making my breath hitch painfully in my throat as I watched him through the red haze of blood that had coated my eyes, noting the small horns under his nose that seemed to glisten in the brightly lit cave. It was quiet, so bloody quiet. Where the hell was my wolf? “Good night Alpha Tophas, when you wake up, you're going to be the most powerful beast in all of the lowlands, even more powerful than the King, and I will be your master.” Gobar announced with a proud little laugh before the axe he had been swinging carelessly in one hand came barreling toward me, the crack of cartilage as it connected with my neck pushing me into a deep, heavy, blackness.

Then the wolves arrived. They poured through the Blackthorne gates. Their armour was unusual, a mix of gold and iron. When I looked up, I saw a man riding at their front. He sat tall on his horse. His eyes glowed gold. An alpha. One I had never seen before. He dismounted and walked toward us. He stopped in front of Damien. “Alpha Damien,” he said, his voice deep and resounding. “My name is Carlos. My master has sent me.” He looked around at the destruction.

Galbraith waved dismissively, causing the brows of the elder to twitch in annoyance. “You are an Alpha. That title is not so easily ignored.” The elder frowned. “Alpha? Please Elder Beatrice. The only Beastmen worthy of such a title are the Moon Wolves; but if my memory serves me right, they aren’t here anymore, and I am not their descendant. How then am I an Alpha?” Unfortunately, Galbraith could care less for her words. Without mincing his words, he spoke clearly and harshly. “It’s funny that you speak of them when you so wilfully choose to ignore their request.” Elder Beatrice revealed, stating the reason behind their current argument.

Your people are waiting for you". She shouts again while blocking his way. The beast looked at Beck in surprise. "I am Alpha Marcus. I am not a Prince or a King". He shouts back. He opens his mouth again and growls louder. His saliva falls on the floor while his roar echoed the room. This fierce beast's roar was so loud that it struck the Goddes's ears like a severe wall of pain. She instinctively holds her ears.

Xena’s voice suddenly cut in, and I felt the pressure disappear. I took in a deep breath of relief. Finally, she said something that made sense. “Okay then, Alexandria, if it is your wish, then so be it.” Inside, I screamed to strangle him. Outside, I bowed. "Thank you, Alpha." The moment his name left my lips, I felt his stare on my body. No, not his. It belonged to his wolf. “Okay then,” Xena kindly intervened, pressing her palms soothingly on his chest. "I hope you know what you're signing yourself into?"

Storming. The council chamber is enormous– walls carved with old runes, the crest of every major pack embedded in the marble floor. At the far end sat the council of elders: seven Alpha's and three priestesses of the moon. Their eyes glimmering like molten gold in the dim light. At the center, Alpha Magnus. His silver hair gleaming like ice. "Alpha Ethan Blackwood of the Ravenwood pack." He says, his voice echoing through the hall. "And Luna Lyra Blackwood. You stand accused of deceiving the council by binding in blood to a human."

“I decide when you die, runt. And because of your disobedience and your desperate wish to die, I have found a perfect way for you to do both… and still be useful to me and my pack.” “What?” I breathed, dread clawed at my chest like ice. “You will be sold to Alpha Caius as his fifth bride.” I blinked. No. No, No, No. My stomach twisted into knots, the air punched from my lungs. Alpha Caius of Blood Howl crest, the Alpha who murdered his four previous wives with his own hands. The one they call DEATH itself. That was who they were selling me to. “Please, you can’t do this to me! I will obey you. I swear! I won’t run again! Just don't send me to him,” I cried.