Alpha Wolf Romance Books Novels & Stories

Over the next week, while both the Alphas stayed off my land, they certainly didn’t stay completely out of my head no matter how much I threw myself into my work to stay distracted. Even with a steady diet of wolfsbane, my wolf missed her mates terribly. My shriveled heart missed Grey, while my body missed Roam in ways that were more carnal in nature. I had to hand it to the dark Alpha, he was shit at everything except for working his cock and making me scream his name as I had had back to back orgasms. My grey wolf had been more of the complete package, good looks, a sweeter nature, cared more about then just getting between my legs, and the sex had been more mind-blowingly intimate between

"Strange, isn't it? That his body seems to know exactly when you are near, even through three floors of stone." I said nothing. There was nothing safe to say. "I find it fascinating," he went on, his voice quieter now, "how a bond like that could form between a comatose Alpha and a wolfless girl with no pack standing at all." His eyes moved back to me, slow and careful. "Almost like there is something about you that isn't quite what it looks like." The room went very still. Even the fire in the hearth seemed to stop moving. "I don't know what you mean," I said.

All I knew was that I'd been assigned serving duty because, according to Beta Collins, "the cursed wolf should make herself useful for once." 'Cursed wolf.' The name followed me everywhere like a shadow I couldn't take out with the most blinding of lights. The darkness always clung to me. I approached Alpha Caelum first, my hands somehow steady despite the tremor in my chest. Just as I leaned forward to pour the wine, his scent hit me—pine and expensive cologne mixed with something darker, something that made my wolf stir restlessly. "Careful," he said without looking at me, his voice carrying that soft menace that made grown men step back.

“This is my secret hideout. I always come around here when I need a place to clear my head. I usually race my wolf here without my car.” What? Coming down here was like two hours' drive, owing to how much he sped on the road. And now he's telling me he usually races his wolf here? Just how fast was his wolf? “I'm sure you must be wondering how come I can race my wolf here?” “Yea," I uttered. “You know so little about us Alphas. All ranked Werewolves run at a fast pace, but an Alpha runs faster.” This means Theo's wolf is fast as well. I wonder if I'll ever get to see Theo's wolf one day.

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Behind me, I can hear Forrest let out a howl of rage, and when a large black wolf with a single blue streak on its fur rushes past me, I’m actually amazed. ‘Well, I’ll be damned.’ I mutter inwardly, jumping and attacking a rogue that is close to me. ‘He’s an alpha in the end.’ Satisfied that he will be a good partner in this battle, I let excitement rush through me as I throw myself forward, ready to fuck some rogues up.

Though his wolf wasn’t big like the alpha’s, it was black too. The Alpha turned to his mate and looked at her one more time. He leaned down and licked her cheeks, howling in despair before taking off. Caierre held on to the alpha’s fur extra tight, as he always did whenever he took him on one of his runs. Caierre pressed his head close to his as he ran faster than he ever did before. His eyes barely catch glimpses of the bad wolves running through their destroyed home, the angry flames on their side as it forced its way into the Ashborn pack houses and through trees.

Please, not again, my wolf whimpered. The words were ineffective. Yet hearing her say them was painful. It was almost like she'd just broken off my hold. Her father lowered in his head. Guess he didn't teach her that, huh. Sara waited. Her eyes were glassy now. She wanted to hate me so much that it was heartbreaking. "It doesn't work like that, Sara," I said gently. "If it did, I wouldn't dare come here. I wouldn’t come anywhere near you today. I'm Alpha. You were born omega. You can't reject me. Life's unfair like that. Like how I did you wrong, yet you're bound to me again."

Giving in to her curiosity on how a wolfless former Slave and Omega—now a Beta—can have powers that not even the late Alpha Cal possessed. It’s a rare gift bestowed by the Moon Goddess, only those who are bold and worthy of its delicious heat. As if in answer, her slumbering flame grumbled—perhaps furious for awakening it in the middle of— “An orgy,” Alpha Alain’s voice was too intimate to just be a whisper. “That’s what we’re having today. To honor some old werewolf laws that no one knew who wrote or started.” As if the mention of those ancient laws sparked her curiosity more, Sasha found herself asking, “Are there really only three packs in all of Westfall?”

’ that was my thought in action as I stared vacantly at the beautiful woman before me. Despite being a very shameful thing among we shifters, I not only slept with Janet in secret, but I had also marked her inadvertently. During heat, it is usually established that the Alpha male and Luna belonged to each other. But I had no Luna. It wasn't a shameful thing that I mated the other she-wolves of the Pack, it was more shameful when it was an Omega. Janet was the most beautiful shifter in my Pack, the Crescent Pack. And that gave me a sense of pride. She was a trophy I owned, but it never lasted. It all ended the day she was killed.