Novel & Cerita Alpha Trauma Manhwa

Talia spat a mouthful of toothpaste foam in the washing basin and winked, “At least you agree he is Mr. abs.” I shook my head at that. Talia had a huge crush on Kyler, the next in line for alpha from the Greatwood pack down south. And, every girl would drool whenever he threw a glance at her. He was the usual alpha in line with washboard abs, dark eyes, and a smile that would make the girls throw themselves at him. Well, except me. I could not stand the thought of being a typical luna and giving birth to a runt of baby wolves. I had different plans in my head, ones that all the werewolves would condone.

I heard his voice through the mind link, ‘Don’t worry about me. This pain is not going to last longer.’ My back straightened, my hands clenching around his fingers, ‘What did you do?’ He paused for a moment, closing his eyes before saying, ‘Just know that by the time you wake up tomorrow, you will be seeing me as your alpha.’ ~~~ Trapped By My Alpha has a new shiny, pretty book cover! :) Do you guys find it interesting? I'm in love with it!

His voice then came out quieter and deeper when he continued, “I’m at fault.” My eyes went wide in shock and I turned around slightly to meet his eyes. I waved my arms in denial. “No, master! I’m a part of the blame, too! Please refrain from saying such things!” Alphas are usually prideful. They would never admit to their wrongdoings, which was one of their fatal characteristics. Most fights among packs would also root from their ego. So even though it was barely an apology, saying that it shocked me would still be an understatement.

I nodded whilst contemplating and controlling myself to just pin her into the tree and have a taste of her luscious lips. If I have a wolf, it will surely growl out of excitement. However, that’s what makes us unique. The Tri-Alpha doesn’t have any wolves inside of them. It’s not a weakness but it’s a strength for the three of us because our wolves is ourselves. We’re in union of ourselves, combined, intoxicated by each other, forming a dangerous and strong alpha. That’s why we’re called to rule. Instead of my wolf, it’s my mind who does the thinking. One kiss and you’ll finally leave her behind without thinking about her.

She is hurting herself. "But Dad, he is an Alpha," Ashly said while crying. Alex, Sam, Simon, Type, and Moniika bow their heads in shame. If only they treated Omega right and understood Omega's pain. Ashly doesn't hate Alex this much; she just can't trust him. because Alex is an Alpha. And it's really breaking their hearts. "So I am a mouse; I am Alpha. Baby, not all Alphas are the same. Please, baby, give them one chance."

A name echoes from the depths, not my own, a title spoken in whispers and screams by a thousand voices: The World-Ender. And beneath the title, a single, coherent memory slams into me with the force of a freight train. I’m standing over the ruins of a different city, a different Instance, my hands dripping with something that isn’t blood, looking at a man with familiar, wary eyes. Liam Reed. He’s saying my name—my real name—and his voice is the only anchor in a world coming apart. The memory vanishes as quickly as it came, leaving me gasping on my knees in the white nothingness. But it left something behind. A scent. Not ozone, but something wilder. Pine and frost and furious, untamed power.

She crashed into the murky water at the edge of the frozen zone, skipping across the surface like a skipped stone before slamming hard into the exposed, wooden root of the main trunk. She coughed, a spray of blood splattering against the bark. At least two of her ribs were cracked. The sheer kinetic force of the Alpha's blow was unlike anything she had ever felt. It wasn't just physical strength; it was augmented by the dense, heavy mana of the corrupted world. The Alpha didn't rush. It walked toward her slowly, its purple eyes glowing with sadistic patience. It raised a hand, and the corrupted mana began to gather in its palm, forming a dense, vibrating spear of volatile energy.

The battlefield has fundamentally shifted, transforming from a desperate defense into a sacred reckoning. Kael pushes himself up from the medical stretcher with Damian’s steadying arm beneath his elbow, his golden eyes locked entirely on Tanya’s glowing, celestial form. Despite the lingering pallor on his skin and the heavy bandages beneath his mail, his alpha aura flares back to life with terrifying, possessive intensity.

“Dusk is here with a healer and an Alpha, yes? You can handle it. Any threat that enters this pack will regret it.” I blinked at the book in his hands. “Dad… what are you even reading?” He held up the cover. “A novel. ‘THE ALPHA’S REKINDLED BOND.’ Apparently, it’s about an Alpha who dumped his Omega mate, went crazy, and then magic brought her back as an Alpha who wants revenge. Idiot.” I stared at him. “Are you serious right now?” “Oh, yes. And guess what? Your mother forced me to read this nonsense. The author—some enchantress named Muleba Makukula, who writes about wolves and territories as if she knows anything. A bunch of she-wolves adore her stories. Absolute garbage.”

I adopted a hurt, wounded expression, turning my eyes toward Bryan. “Are you cheating on me with my own best friend?” Then I shifted my gaze over to Benita. “And are you covering up for them?” Hot tears spilled down my cheeks. Whether they were real or staged did not matter. The nurses listening out in the hallway would remember this day. They would remember they had driven me, an Alpha wolf to tears. Bryan grew flustered. “What on earth are you saying!” Before anyone else could interject, Benita pointed sharply at Freya and Bryan.