Alpha Wife Novels & Stories

Mj thought to herself. Lila laughed “The Alpha is the leader of a group of wolves, we like to stay together there is strength in numbers so we live in packs, I am his wife or mate I am called a Beta” Mj offered out her hand to Azreal “It's nice to meet you sir, or do I call you Alpha?” Mj looked over to Lila then at Dante. Lila just smiled and Dante nodded. Azreal laughed, “You are not a part of my pack so you do not have to stand on ceremony” Mj looked down and Lila punched Azreal in the chest for his poor word choice. “What I mean to say” Azreal corrected “is that you are not part of the pack YET, should you choose to stay with us then yes you will refer to me as Alpha” Mj nodded and fidge

“Ahhhhhh!” My body jerked as I went to the floor, rolling on my back. A growl erupted from my throat as I rolled on all fours. I could feel my bones breaking. I was about to shift. My wolf howled, making the witches move back from me. They could see how dire this situation was. "I'm Alpha Agatha Janus. The last of my bloodline. The first female alpha of the Red Flames. You are all in my way and stopping me from getting to my mate," I growl, standing on my feet.

Aliyah walked to the waiters and gets herself a glass of wine. Aliyah heard someone talking about her husband, gossiping about how they are with their first wife the woman that they first love before here. "We heard that the Alpha of this pack is with their former Luna," "They said that they didn't love the current Luna right now. That they are still in love with their first wife," "Do you think it's true?" "What is true?" "That the Alpha of this pack is still in love with their first wife," "Maybe... But that what they are talking about,"

Personal truth won Alphas. The first Alpha was a woman named Sable, young, pragmatic, leading a pack of ninety wolves whose eastern boundary sat within Thornfield's convergence range. She had been approached by Elder Voss's intermediary two days before Betty arrived. She had not committed. Betty sat with her in her packhouse and did not make a legal argument. She told her about Mara Rayne.

I have never even harbored envy towards him as he excelled in everything, only ever admired him from afar. So why? It doesn’t make any sense why he’d go out of his way to break me any more than he had. I suck in my lower lip. This is neither the time to entertain such thoughts nor should I hope for a logical answer. In the first place, Logan is an Alpha. Born to rule and guard the Evergreen Pack. The only son, and the first heir. Hanna Wells, on the other hand, is an Omega like any other. Passable. Replaceable. Expendable.

"If you can't come up, I can come down." Katrina stares at her. "What?" Katrina smiles, "I used to wonder the kind of wolf that would be the king's mate. Since he hadn't found his mate, we all figured she wasn't going to be from Eldrida. To be honest, there were rumours that he was cursed or destined to be without a mate. But then, I used to think, what would her personality be like? Would she be one of the werewolves that think witches are beneath them? Trust me, there are few of those. So I'm just glad that you happen to be a witch as well, that means we're safe. I didn't ever imagine that you'd be so cool though, you're the perfect mate for the king."

She's too smart not to. "Ari," She lowers her voice to a whisper, even though anyone with heightened hearing could still listen. "Who the fuck is your mate?" I open my mouth to answer her but words fail me. My creeping anxiety is attacking me with full-force. It's the first time since I've came here that I've actually been faced with the reality of the situation. Benji is my mate. To the rest of the pack, he's their strong and dominate Alpha. But to other wolves on the outside world, he's a monster. A ruthless dictator that destroys packs and disrespects any wolf in his way.

And in Woodhidge-high, the most notorious bully was Clenk. Clenk Harris was a seventeen year old werewolf whose parents were quite rich. He was by miles, the strongest werewolf—his age—in town. His strength was just a gift to him, he wasn't a leader of any sort, yet he was an Alpha. He was born an alpha. Alphas generally get their level of authority and power after they have invested in leading a particular pack or killing another alpha werewolf. However, there aren't many alphas anymore because there wasn't any pack to rule. Over time, the werewolf culture has been forced to go through changes and series of phases because of the intimidating ever-growing nature of the humans. While, werewol

“Wow, is it really twelve packs now?” “Yes, it is,” he says, smiling at me when I look at him. “Out of our twelve packs, the twins were on the run, Amelia, who is an Alpha by the way,” she begins, but I cut her off. “An Alpha? A female Alpha?” “Yep, the first in history. She was claimed publicly before she became an Alpha.” “Is her mate dead too?” I ask.

For three years, Elara Mooncrest played the weak, submissive Luna of the Frostclaw Pack. She endured the insults of Alpha Kael Blackthorn’s family and cold, lonely nights, waiting for the right moment to walk away. Nobody knew her true identity: she is the last daughter of the royal Moonborn bloodline, hiding her gold wolf to survive the assassins who slaughtered her kin. The breaking point arrives when Kael brings home Serena, announcing her as his true mate. Instead of weeping, Elara hands back her wedding ring and walks into the night. But as she crosses the pack border, her dormant wolf awakens, pointing her toward a terrifying figure waiting in the shadows: King Damon Nightfang, the mo