Alpha Widow Novels & Stories

"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."

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.

I never thought we would ever be in this kind of situation. "I don't want you, Aiden. Is this too hard to understand?" Her voice was hard and stern now. "You're so weak. Who would want you as a mate? I need a strong wolf, not one who will hold me down. You're a burden, Aiden. You're a disgrace. You're just as weak as humans. Seeing how things are, you might just be one and boy, I don't want a human for a mate. I'm Adelia, the only daughter of Alpha Lundamous. I don't deserve this. This is why I'm going with Rio. He is the alpha of the Blood Moon pack and he's a much better choice than you!"

I glanced up through the window, and my heart instantly stopped. Sprawled across the giant screen was a breaking news headline from the city's leading elite tabloid. A massive, high-definition photograph of Adrian and his beautiful fiancée, Rusali, filled the display, beneath bold, flashing text that read: HAWTHORNE EMPIRE IN CRISIS: INSIDER REVEALS CEO ADRIAN HAWTHORNE’S SECRET MARRIAGE LICENSE FILED REGARDING AN ANONYMOUS IMPOSTER, as my face was displayed on the screen.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and struggled to get my breathing under control as rocks crunched beneath her feet. “Leave him alone,” the kitchen maid whispers. “If the Alpha finds out you’re talking to anyone that hasn’t been approved you’ll be in trouble.” “I’m in trouble regardless, Agatha,” she whispered back. “He tried to protect me.” To that, the maid kept quiet. There was silence as she faced me. I watched as she lowered herself to her knees and the kitchen maid gasped. Soft fingers danced up my temple and my eyes fluttered shut as she pushed away a few of my curls from my face. It felt good. I shivered under her gentle touch. I stayed still, afraid that if I moved, she would stop.

They sat together on the couch looking away from the young alpha. The elevator ding open and Adolf alpha walked out; the three alphas chorused at the same time. "Dad!" John Gillian, the old alpha advanced towards them, supported by a stunning figure dressed in a flowing red dress like sunset. She held him so tight that no woman would ever come near him. She was the Adolf's fourth wife Maya. She had an air of class and carried herself like a Queen. Of course, the Queen of the Nightwalker pack.