Alpha Widow Novels & Stories

The sound made my stomach drop. I scrambled back until my spine hit the headboard. “Who are you?” I demanded, even though fear had already started creeping into my bones. “Why are you in my house?” One of them looked around slowly, his gaze dragging over the room before settling on me. “So you’re the widow,” he said. My throat went dry. “You need to leave this house right away.” He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “Your house isn’t yours anymore.” My pulse quickened. “What do you mean? What do you want?”

“I have a feeling with my wife.” Olivia flinched and he kept going watching her grow more red and furious with each word, “My mate and luna.” “Stop it. That girl isn’t—” “My gift from the moon. My love, I will survive a great deal longer than you think.” “You won’t.” “I think,” Adolph said, “With the help of the Wiccans, I’ll live well into my sixties and watch my unborn child grow to adulthood.” “You won’t!”

When he lifted his eyes, which cannot shut, to Adira, he uttered, “You…You… ARE YOU CRAZY?! W-Why would you say that when I was still in the middle of my phone conversation?” Acting innocent, Adira shrugged her shoulders. She smiled at him, and her dimples appeared deeply on her soft cheeks. Chadwick’s jaw almost dropped after receiving his wife’s nonchalant reaction. Adira Hale is the famous and respectable CEO of Crimson Meadow. She’s competent, professional, and hardworking. And because of this, Chadwick respected her as his business partner, all thanks to the good rumors he heard about her. But now, he had a change of mind. He thinks he’s starting to see her true colors, which weren’t re

ADELIA There are two kinds of superior beings. One kind were those who were born superior. The other were those, through their utmost efforts, they achieved being superior. There was no question that Lewis was of the first kind. He was powerful, very much so. He was Alpha Talascar, the werewolf whose power and influence were only second to the royal family. But more than that, he was powerful on his own. With a flick of his finger, he could end many, many lives.

Now, Adrian returns home to an ongoing war and helps defend his people, but his parents die. He is made Alpha and rules the pack. "Hey, you, come here." "Okay." Just then, Adrian stopped in his tracks and turned to Sylvia. "My wife's name is Amelia, not 'hey,'" Adrian corrected. "What!!! This rag here is your wife?" "SYLVIA!" Adrian yells her name, his tone cold and distant. "You should leave," Adrian suggested. "No, I'm not leaving."

Many could not withstand the power of the Goddess in the flesh, only Alpha’s could stand so close. Adele only nodded her head, overwhelmed by the power she was experiencing. Her wolf would be focusing solely on the Goddess, a dangerous side effect if she was present with any other wolf. It was easy to drown in the moons embrace. “You surprise me, Lunum Lupus.” Adele jumped at the arrival of Leonidas, stepping away from the table as the connection was broken. Adelaide huffed slightly in a chuckle at the child and watched as she backed slowly away. Sensing the age and power that came from the ancient wolf and came to stand behind her, peaking around her legs but not touching her.

Before him knelt his offerings. Adaora, 28, his late brother’s widow — voluptuous and dark-skinned, her heavy breasts rising and falling rapidly, dark nipples stiff and aching. Between her thighs, her smooth, plump pussy was visibly swollen, inner lips parted and glistening, thick strands of clear arousal stretching slowly from her clenching hole to the floor with audible little drips.

She dressed in black, lifted her chin, and continued walking as though the weight on her shoulders belonged to someone else. She did not mourn the man who had built a secret life with Sophia Marino, nor the husband who had fathered a secret heir behind her back. She mourned the years she had blindly sacrificed, and the security that had vanished the moment Anthony’s car exploded into a ball of fire. The world thought she was a grieving widow breaking under the loss. They did not know that beneath her veil, her eyes were completely dry, hardened by a cold desire for vengeance.

“She needs stitches.” He did. He worked quickly, cleaning the wound and stitching with a steady hand. The girl cried when the antiseptic touched her skin; my wolf stirred at the sound of pain, not because he claimed the girl but because pain was pain and I had no patience for people being ignored. When the final bandage was wrapped, the girl looked at me with clearer eyes. “You’re him,” she said. I raised an eyebrow. The woman beside her frowned, but the girl ignored her. “You’re the Alpha.”

"My brother-in-law just died, and she's already fooling around with another man! "She threw our whole family out of the apartment! She doesn't even care that her mother-in-law is sick! She also occupied our family's apartment and sold it! She's trying to destroy us!" The moment she spotted me, she grew even more worked up. "Veronica Bennett! You heartless woman! Noah just died, and this is how you treat his brother and mother? Have you no conscience?" A few coworkers and some clients walking by whispered to one another, their eyes flicking between us.