Alpha Widow Novels & Stories

The Widow's Peak alpha was a woman made of ice and iron. She didn't offer us seats. She didn't offer us anything. Her hall was carved from black stone, and the torches burned low and red. The alpha, Ravenna, sat on a throne of twisted iron with her hands gripping the armrests and her pale eyes fixed on me like I was a problem she was trying to solve. She was older than me, maybe forty, with iron-grey hair braided tight against her skull and a mouth that looked like it had never smiled.

In his place sat a wolf the size of a mountain lion. The creature was pure white. Not a single dark hair. Its eyes were a flat, unblinking violet. "Leo?" My voice was a sob. The wolf looked at me. It didn't growl. It let out a high-pitched, digital trill. It stepped toward me, its paws leaving glowing violet imprints in the dirt. "The neutralizer didn't kill the gene," Dante said, his voice devoid of emotion. "It isolated it. It made him the pure strain. The version 2.0."

"I'm using his heart to make a cure and save you. You want Glen to die for nothing? "I'm gonna make every wolf in the pack spit on you. For Nick... you can handle that, right?" The entire platform went dead silent. The memory froze on the moment I swallowed that severed claw. Blood ran down the corner of my mouth. I tipped my head back, throat working as I forced down the only proof of the truth—my only innocence—and swallowed it whole. Someone choked on a sob. "She wasn't an accomplice..." A young she-wolf covered her mouth, tears spilling. "She was taking the blame for Alpha Glen—for the whole pack."

I asked her, trying to sound cool. “I don't know sir, I just want to run away from them; I'm tired of being a widow and I want to avoid getting married again” She rushed her words, fighting her tears. “Hold on…” I paused to scrutinize her, “you're a widow” I asked her, dimly, she nodded curtly, and I swallowed. Even through the darkness, I could tell she's still very young to be a widow. “You will explain further later but for now, I'm rushing; so let's go” I urged her and walk ahead.

Despite insisting on asking someone to accompany her, Silvina always says that the house is only reserved for her. At first Megan felt too privileged, until last night she intended to visit the house that Silvina occupied. Before cryptic looking at the shadow of two people who are making love. Not to mention the sound of sighs that made Megan finally realize, why every Mate from Werewolf only lives alone. In addition, Megan is also told that even according to the woman as if patronized by Silvina about what exactly the Werewolf nation. Especially about the Pack from Jazmore led by Eden. The genealogy of Eden's family as well as how their death had also been heard by Megan. Even though she's

Jocelyn I stared back at the reflection in the mirror, gazing at the beautiful woman I saw looking back at me. My hair was pulled into a tight ponytail at the top of my head, long locks of natural blond hair curled just right hanging around my shoulders. A few strands were strategically pulled out, framing my face. My sky-blue eyes seemed more lively tonight than they had been recently. I had put more care into my make-up and could see the instant difference it made. Gone was the stone-faced businesswoman. In her place stood the shadow of the woman I once was before I became a widow. A woman who was once carefree and knew exactly what she wanted out of life. A woman who never once had to wor

Chapter 3-The Widow’s refusal Marriage. The word echoed through her ears and mind. It didn’t make any sense. She was still in mourning. According to psychologists, widows tend to suffer a small stage of delirium through their grief. Victoria posed what she just heard as that—her mind playing games with her. “Toria.” Her mother muttered from behind her, “It’s for the best. Marrying Vincent is for— “Marriage?” She cut her off, “This isn’t a joke?!”

“No Mom, nothing like that. I just need for you to tell my again, and don’t leave any details out.” “Well, okay baby. When you were born you had an extra rib. The doctor joked that you may be the new living Eve and had the rib of your Adam. It only occurs in 0.2% to 0.5% or about 1 in 500 people, which makes you special. So, we didn’t hesitate in naming you Eve. I whole heartedly believe you are a gift baby and that your Adam is out there with the missing the rib, my dear, that you hold. He is who God has for you. No, you are not supposed to start the world over but you two are meant to be together.” I sat there stunned. I had heard the story plenty of times but it wasn’t relevant until this

“He didn’t, he was still receiving payments for her up until she turned eighteen just under a year ago.” “Fuck…and she wouldn’t have found her mate yet either, not until she turns nineteen anyway.” I replied, deep in thought. “Keep looking, something will turn up.” I had told him, the lack of information only making me more convinced that something wasn’t right. Tonight’s events confirmed my suspicion. The wolf who could hide his scent, Adrian, was connected to the rogue leader, I was sure of it. Not only that, but he had some sick infatuation with Maia.