Alpha Widow Novels & Stories

His eyes are red as he glared at her. "What the fuck did you say? You are his wife? His wife? That c*unt was fucking dead already. You are a widow Aasha. My fucking widow. I made you the widow Aasha. I made it. There is a reason I killed him when he tied you the knot. I made you my widow. Understand"?? She is in too much of a haze to contemplate his words as she felt everything shaking around her. She blinked her eyes to keep herself conscious and her breathing seemed hard with the crying, fear, and proximity.

The man held out his hand to her and she shook it. “Alberto, this is Victoria. Victoria Darlington.” As soon as the man heard her last name, his facial expression fell a little. “Ah, you are the Darlington Widow. My condolences.” Victoria did not know the news of her husband’s death had spread so far. Still, if he was related to Ian, he should know about the news as well. Victoria just thanked him briefly and then he introduced himself properly to her. “I’m Alberto Windburgh. You may notice it already, but I’m Ian’s friend and mentor when he was younger. Now he is the godfather to my youngest son, Theodore.” A young boy sat beside him.

He tried to get up but already Robin managed him in his ways. "Maybe you forgot, let me remind you for one more time, she's Mrs. Adam Richardo. She's my wife, the eldest daughter in law of the richest family in Asia. It's not good to lay your finger on her." Adam's eyes were sparing fire towards him. He dared to touch his wife. He dared to play with his souls mate. He was waiting for death.

The two siblings just hugged there without saying anything. Adom dropped everything on the floor and flopped on his sofa as soon as he reached back to his loft. He put his hand on his forehead and thought of whatever he did wrong. He felt angry and provoked. Adom Cole, the son of filthy rich famous CEO, who is quite well powerful in New York, still was heartbroken by a omega boy. Adom sighed. I hate him. He thought. No, you don't. The little voice inside his head answered with annoying full confidence. He cursed.

Aziel asked, his smile strained. Grandma Katherine hesitated before she replied. “Aziel, leading a company, nation, and family, isn't about age but capability. Don't measure ability with age and physical strength.” Aziel gritted his teeth at his grandma's words. He stared at Alden for the last time before he began eating. “I heard your wife is a lady from a wealthy background. Actually, a CEO, is that true?” Atlas asked coldly, his gaze directed at Alden, who was already exhausted and starving.

"Council Head, my deepest apologies for the disturbance! She's just a crazed woman from the pack. I'll have her removed at once!" But as Rowan tried to silence me, I wrenched my arm free and pulled a necklace from under my collar. It was the heirloom of the Silver Moon heiress. I fell to my knees and declared in a loud, clear voice: "Uncle, I am no crazed woman! I am Odette of the Silver Moon Pack, and I am here to petition the High Council for permission to sever my mate bond with Alpha Rowan of the Blackstone Pack!"

Three months ago, my husband, Second Lieutenant Daniel Hawthorne, and his older brother, Thomas, were deployed to the front. A month later, only Daniel came back. Thomas was dead. In a time like this—when cities burned overnight and lives disappeared without warning—a widow had no ground to stand on. Eleanor, Thomas’s wife, unraveled quickly. She cried until her voice broke, starved herself, wandered at night as if hoping the war might take her too. She tried to end her life.

We had all kinds of investments and businesses, so we had to take good care of them for the welfare of our entire herd. I sat at my post... "Adam, I need you to send someone to buy women's clothes, in my mate's size. I want her to feel comfortable in this place, and also personal hygiene items," I ordered him seriously, while I check my papers. "Yes, alpha I will send someone immediately" He answers me quickly, and then leaves the office. Adam, has always been my right hand, my right-hand man. Thanks to him I am alive, because more than once they have tried to kill me, but they have not succeeded because of how efficient and united my pack is.

*** SIX MONTHS LATER*** -ALPHA HAWTHORNE’S POV- Waking up in my room, I walked toward the window, gazing outside, my hand clutching the necklace I had left with my mate. It was the one thing that symbolized how much I loved her. She was the only one to whom I had ever given something I held such sentiment for. The necklace had once belonged to my mother before she passed away. With Aurora gone, I couldn't think properly, as my thoughts were constantly consumed by her absence. Even the maids were afraid to approach me or make the slightest mistake, knowing I might punish them severely for it.