Alpha Wolf Romance Books Novels & Stories

Teeth clashed, fur flew, and growls filled the air like thunder. And then, one wolf stood over the other… victorious, dominant, glowing silver in the moonlight. I didn’t need to guess. “Alpha!” I breathed. The victorious wolf turned, his eyes locking onto mine. His chest heaved. Blood stained his fur, but even like that… even as a wolf, I recognized him. His eyes, blue like ice, wild but familiar, stared into me like he could see everything. I should have been scared, but I wasn’t.

Since being devirginized by Kenton, I was even more aware of men’s pheromones than before. “You’re shivering,” he said as he grabbed my wrist and inspected my arm. “Are you seriously cold?” “I get cool at night, no matter the season,” I lied. I wasn’t about to admit that the goosebumps he was observing were from being so near to him. He made a ‘hmm’ sound as he released my wrist and made himself more comfortable by stretching his arm behind me across the back of the swing. “The girl was killed by a wolf. Everyone knows that. Why is Hap saying he needs to solve the case?”

They run. Sera's wolf surges forward, lending her speed. They round the corner of the harbor master's office to find a scene of chaos. Two wolves—Silverclaw pack members by their scent—have cornered a third wolf against a stack of lobster traps. But the cornered wolf is wrong. Its fur is matted, its eyes feral and yellow. Foam drips from its jaws. "Rabid?" Sera asks, but she already knows the answer. "Something worse." Dante shifts as he runs, his clothes tearing as gray fur erupts across his body. His alpha wolf is massive, easily twice the size of a normal wolf.

Those were their trophies. “Hunters,” I whispered to myself. “Rasia….” My father’s voice cracked through the noise. He was the Alpha of our small pack. He was strong and looked unbreakable. U turned towards him…running. But I never reached him. A blast goes off. The shockwave threw me into the dirt as pain exploded through my shoulder. I immediately tasted blood. When I looked up, the elder’s hall was burning. Wolves I trained with, fighters, are dropping like flies as silver bullets pierce through them.

His hands went automatically to my hips to catch me, and the second his rough palms touched my bare skin where my tank top had ridden up, we both froze. The contact sent electricity shooting through my whole body. My wolf howled in satisfaction, pressing closer, wanting more. I could feel every hard plane of his chest and stomach against me. Could feel the heat radiating off him—wolves ran hot, but dominant Alphas ran even hotter. Could smell his scent wrapping around me, dark and woody with an undertone of something wild. And I could feel his cock, already getting hard, pressing against my inner thigh. “I missed you,” I whispered against his neck, breathing him in.

She laughed when he made a face of panic because he was said to have hit a black heart. "Alice is a rather sinister person, in my opinion," Reana answered honestly. She is a straightforward person; think about it, so she rarely hides her feelings. She is not like Conal - someone who always hides his feelings. Conal nodded in agreement with Reana. When he first met Alice, his feeling was not the same as Azura's. Especially the smell of the pheromones she gave off to seduce him made him feel disgusted. Only Azura's pheromones gave off a feeling of comfort to a werewolf that excelled in Alpha attributes. Or rather, he was addicted to Azura's scent. Azura's fragrant body odor was like medicine;

I could hardly wait for the journey ahead. The End Thank you for reading Three Alpha’s Wolfless Omega! Remember to drop a beautiful review.

I have never communicated with my wolf but in that moment, even without her apparent presence, I can feel a surge of excitement and contentment from her side. The feral energy fills me as the mark settles into place. The taste of his skin and the buzz of sparks intensify. I shudder violently. Suddenly, images play before my eyes. I find myself in a familiar room. Agrona’s clothes feel familiar, from that night. As I see them both sitting on the bed, at a distance, my head spins. “ When did it happen? ” She asks, her head bowed. “ What? ” Aleister turns to look at her.

"You can get started on those. I’ll join you once I’m done here." I nod and head over to the desk, feeling Audrey’s burning gaze follow my every move. I ignore her and get to work, sorting through the books one by one, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling crawling up my spine. The books are filled with the history of werewolves and their lineages. I flip through each one, trying to find something—anything—about myself. But there’s nothing. I scan several books and come across an interesting revelation. Ezra is the Alpha of the largest pack in the country, followed closely by Lucian’s pack.

My father paused before suddenly yelling at me really loudly, "What's with the crying?! An Alpha's daughter only bleeds but never cries! Tell me, did that rascal bully you?!" I wanted to say 'No' nonchalantly, but all reason fell apart when I heard the familiar yelling. "He never loved me, Dad…" I cried and grieved like a little child. Tears poured down my face like a waterfall. They refused to stop no matter how hard I tried. I used up a lifetime of tears in that call. My father was initially quiet, but he soon cried with me as well. "Oh, my poor Rhea. Come home. Heavenly Wolf Pack will always be your home."