Alphas Betas And Omegas

As the unofficial king of Lycans, Ezra has to get a Queen in other to fully take over the throne. So he sets up a ball which gets many she wolfs excited and ready to steal his heart. But this ball is meant for Alphas daughters alone, and not omegas, like Zara. She wasn't even interested in the ball, she was just an Alpha's daughter's maid After all.

Falcon, a 32-year-old millionaire businessman, acquires a new company at the breaking point without imagining that there is a woman in it who prepared him for him and although at the beginning he denies the idea, he will end up determined to make it his own. But there are two problems. First: he's an alpha and he's engaged Second: She is also engaged and is not an omega to bond with. In a world where alphas rule, omegas have no choice but to obey. Two stories of love and eroticism in the same book where nothing is what it seems. Two men, two women and a storm of feelings

In a world where omegas are born to serve and Alphas rule with iron hearts, Lyra’s marriage to Alpha Darius seemed like salvation, until she learned it was all a lie. Betrayed, broken, and left for dead, she is saved by his rival, Kael, a man as dangerous as he is unreadable. Bound by vengeance, Lyra rises from the ashes to reclaim her life and destroy the empire built on her pain. But as secrets unravel and her buried power awakens, she must decide whether revenge will consume her or crown her.

Selene was born an Omega, the lowest-ranking member of the Bloodmoon Pack—powerless, unwanted, a stain on their dominance-driven hierarchy. For years, she endured humiliation, pain, and suffering, tossed aside by the Alphas and Betas who saw her as nothing more than a weakling unfit for their world. They stripped her of dignity, stole every ounce of hope, and left her with nothing but scars and silence. Until one night, something changed. Until the darkness within her awoke. And when Selene escaped, she didn't just survive. She became something greater than them all.

Seth have just came of age and it's time for him to be sent off to the alphas home to train. Everything was normal until he shifted... White wolves are rare, only five of them exist out in the world, they are omegas the third mates to alpha, a sign of power and wealth. Seth's life is filled with adventure and secrets to be reviled. This story is a ddlb/fluff story. You've been warned. Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes.

*story completed* When the Black-fur Hades meets the no-fur Doll, he can just feel his comfortable life as a back-alley fixer slipping through his paw. Being contracted to take the no-fur away from trouble brewing with his mobster owners to a breeding farm upstate seems like a straightforward enough job. But when it comes to dealing with this particular no-fur, nothing is straightforward. Bestselling authors Hermit & Star have created another steamy, dark world - this time with anthropomorphic feline Alphas and their no-fur Omegas!

Alpha Jaden Anderson, the ex-rogue turned alpha of the Bluemoon pack, has a radically different approach to running things and finding a luna. Only the best will do. He needs the strongest, fastest, and most beautiful to hell with the fate. He's taken 6 women, a mix from his pack and others, competing in the first luna games. After a series of tests to eliminate the weak, the winner claims their prize as Luna of the Bluemoon Pack. Jaden's got big plans with the luna games - it's his way of making a name for himself with the other alphas while searching for a mate. He invited all the single alphas and betas to spectate. Will the other alphas view the luna games as a success or will they see Jaden as nothing more than a laughingstock rogue? With his reputation on the line, once he’s found his luna. Will she even accept him? The problem is, once a rogue, always a rogue, and Jaden is no exception. Once he's got his luna, he better put on the charm or his secret's gonna be spilled, and this time it's gonna be his heart at stake.

“Spread for us, Aurora,” he ordered, his palm cracking down on my right cheek in a sharp spank that made me yelp, the sting blooming into heat. I widened my stance, trembling, my pussy exposed and dripping. Kai stepped up behind me, his hands gripping my hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he inspected me. “Look at her, Alpha…so wet already. This omega's been dreaming of our cocks.” His fingers trailed down, parting my folds roughly, two digits plunging into my soaked entrance without warning. ~ This is filthy, unfiltered, and raw, a collection of steamy werewolf tales designed to make you writhe. Inside, you'll find women bending, moaning, begging, and breaking under the hands and teeth of alphas and betas. From forest dens to moonlit bedrooms, tied up, teased, claimed in every way, and marked with claws and teeth these stories pull no punches. Warning: Dominant alphas, possessive betas, age-gap, mate-bonding, BD'SM, biting, spanking, rough, unprotected, no-safe-word sex, and women who crave submission, marking, and domination. If you’re ready to be claimed, marked, and ravished under the full moon, turn the page. Your alphas are waiting.

In the brutal world of professional hockey, where alphas dominate the ice and omegas are sidelined or hidden, enforcer Jax Harlan has always played as a beta tough, unyielding, invisible to scents. Until one brutal check during a heated rivalry game shatters everything. His body betrays him mid-shift: pheromones flood the rink, heat crashes in waves, and the league's suppressants fail spectacularly. Jax isn't a beta. He's a late-bloomer omega, and the revelation hits like a body slam identity crisis, shame, fear of losing his career in a sport that chews up "weak" secondaries. Enter Ronan Kane, captain of the rival team, the Ice Wolves. Cold, commanding, and haunted by his family's dark legacy his father was banned from the league after a scandal involving pheromone manipulation and fixed games that ruined their pack. Ronan swore off omegas to avoid the same downfall, burying his instincts under layers of control and victory. But Jax's sudden, intoxicating scent during that game? It awakens something primal Ronan can't ignore. Forced into proximity by a league investigation into "tampered suppressants" , the two enemies clash on the ice in brutal checks, off it in locked locker rooms and quarantined hotel suites during Jax's first uncontrollable heat. Jax fights his new biology, refusing to be claimed or pitied. Ronan battles his possessive urges, terrified bonding will expose his family's secrets and destroy them both. As playoffs loom and the truth unravels corrupt pack politics rigging trades, hidden mpreg risks for omegas in pro sports their rivalry ignites into something deeper: slow-burn trust, raw vulnerability, and a knot that could either save or ruin them. In a world that demands alphas conquer and omegas submit, can two broken players rewrite the rules... or will the ice crack under the weight of their claim?.

Tristan is an alpha, strong and silent, with control over everything around him, he only screws omegas, everyone knows that, he is a perfectionist, everyone knows that, Dylan Harper is the only assistant he tolerates, everyone knows that, but what everyone doesn’t know is Tristan is the Alpha under Dylan’s sheets. Dylan is just a beta, kind and invisible. When they’re forced together by work, tension builds between them, but Dylan knows his place. Alphas don’t look at betas like him. There’s no room for dreams or hope. But after waking up one day with an Alpha under his sheets, Dylan starts to wonder if he’s been wrong about everything. Will he remain just a shadow to Tristian, or is there more to his story? ••• Tristan’s breath was steady, but I could feel the tension in the air between us. I stood too close. My fingers brushed against his arm, just enough to make the heat between us undeniable. “Don’t…” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine. But I didn’t move away. I couldn’t. His presence was too much, too magnetic. My body hummed with a hunger I didn’t know how to quiet. His eyes locked with mine, intense, searching, like he knew what I was feeling before I did. “You’re too close,” he whispered. I stayed silent, caught between the urge to pull away and the need to be closer. His breath, warm on my skin, made it harder to think. “Do you intend to trigger your heat again, my pretty little thing?” He breathed out and I could have climaxed right there and then.