An Alpha For Christmas Novels & Stories

Gathering the rest of my things I head to the front to check out. “Hey Helen, did you get some new candles for the shop?” I ask. “We didn’t hun, could be the food from the festive.” She replies. “What festive? I didn’t hear of anything” “Of course you wouldn’t girl, you aren’t around enough.” She winks and teases me. Huffing I grumble an “okay” as she pack my items. “It’s for the upcoming Alpha, he’s come of age to take the roll as Alpha but he’s in search of his mate.”

He silently prayed that none of these myths would distract Dom from his newfound responsibilities. "Have you ever heard of this, Alpha?" Dom asked moments later, getting Oscar's attention in the right way. "The myth of an Alpha born under the Golden Moon." Oscar was taken aback. This time his forehead wrinkled slightly, showing his uncertainty. "According to the stories I've heard, an Alpha born under the Golden Moon has a special gift. I don't know exactly what that gift is, but I do know that you were born under the Golden Moon. Isn't that right, Alpha?"

Oh dear goddess he didn’t need to do that. “Welcome to the family, our father will hate you forever,” Mary said giving him a hug. Clearly she has better control than me. I’m not hugging him. “I hope not, he is my Beta, I need him,” Alpha flashes his devils smile. I always called it his devils smile because you would sell your soul to see it come your way. “Anna you look very lovely.” “Thank you Alpha,” Anna finally spoke. I keep forgetting Anna married a Beta and therefore can’t speak to an Alpha unless he speaks first. Kendall always makes a point to acknowledge Anna and Alex as soon as they come in so they can join the conversations.

“I had faith in you!” The Alpha stated. “Let's enjoy that wine you appreciate so much.” He reached out to me, helping me stand. In the distance, I heard the wolves howling in ecstasy and celebration. “Your pack seems to be in ecstasy,” I commented as I got dressed. “Do you see those northern lights in the sky?” The Alpha pointed. “Yes, it's truly magnificent.” I smiled, enchanted by the moment, as I put on a stunning white dress with delicate embroidery on the bodice and hem. “But how does that relate to the pack's happiness?”

Maria frowns, “yea, I’ll be at my parents’ house for dinner, but I got me a Charlie brown tree, does that count.” I smile and stand, “well I’m all ready, look,” I fan the phone around the room and they all gasp, “see and I’m in a den of wolves and shining like the Christmas star so Elaine you have no excuses, remember who the fucking Luna is.” She cackles, “well I know who the Alpha is and I’m sure he will not allow gift giving to be a thing,” she shakes her head, “my mate gives me gifts all the time, he doesn’t need a holiday to tell him too,” she shrugs.

“Really? Fine, but you’re staying until morning.” “Are you negotiating with me?” Bram raised an eyebrow. “It’s an order,” she insisted, crossing her arms. “Nice try, but I’m the alpha here,” he said, smacking her ass lightly. “Go grab your jacket.” She darted off, laughing, and Bram rubbed his face, muttering, “Fuck, I’m falling apart.” Christmas trees lots

“The Moon Goddess had just granted you a second chance to alter your fate.” Then the words changed again. “Find the Alpha that doesn't celebrate Christmas. Get him to fall in love with you in exactly three months and only then you can truly be safe.” Second chance at life? Find the Alpha that doesn't celebrate Christmas and get him to fall in love with me in three months? How do I know the Alpha that doesn't celebrate Christmas? I raised my head up to re-read the writings, but it has changed back to the spa name. “What's wrong?” Mia asked, touching my hands. “You are really scaring me, sister.”

Torches blaze along the walls, casting long shadows over hundreds of roaring wolves celebrating the latest defeat of the Southern forces. At the head of the hall, Alpha Varg sits high on his throne. He raises his heavy goblet, calling Miller up to the centre platform to honour him publicly for capturing the Southern Prince. The crowd roars, slamming their tankards against the long tables. Alpha Varg rewards my brother heavily, handing over piles of thick bear pelts, heavy sacks of gold coins, and fine steel weapons stripped from the dead Southern commanders. Miller accepts the spoils with a calm, stoic face, bowing his head respectfully before stepping down.

Beneath the video, a single line of text appeared from the unlisted sender. Enjoy the show, Alpha. The real gift lands in five minutes.

Its elegant branches stretch up towards the glistening sun, as its ribbons of love dance to the swaying breeze. I'm humbled to think about my parents standing beneath it, devoting their love to one another beneath its glory. I saunter towards the tree, eyeing the many ribbons that decorate its woody limbs. But my eyes seem drawn to one ribbon in particular that somehow looks familiar. However, I'm momentarily pulled away to the sound of a little girl's laughter. I turn to see an Alpha playing with her. The Alpha offers her a candy as he says. "Oh, dear child, stop always calling me your uncle. I want you to call me daddy!" With the ribbon still at the back of my mind, I turn back to the tree