Books With Possessive Alpha Males Novels & Stories

she trails off Alexander holds a hand up to her silencing her, he stands up and shakes his head “So you are telling me the girl I am in love with is going……..” He stops talking and I see the furious look on Kayla’s face “You WHAT!!!! she screamed at him I had to agree with her she was mated to him and he had just admitted he was in love with my mate. Kayla throws the book at him and storms out the room and Alexander chases after. There was so much I wanted to say to him but he had enough problems on his plate. Picking up the book and flicking through, there are pages on vampires, werewolves, witches even hunters and there was a whole section on Alpha-Lunas separate from the werewolf section.

It wasn’t the sound of a man. It was the sound of a werewolf dominant alpha. The door to the temple shattered, and through the dust and moonlight came Alexander, Alpha of the Raiden Black Cliff Pack. Tall, handsome like the Greek gods themselves and broad-shouldered, his aura crackling with fury. His golden brown eyes glowed with lethal rage, his scent heavy with storm and dominance. He didn’t hesitate. The first abuser lunged. Alexander caught his throat mid-air, claws sinking deep, and ripped it open. Blood sprayed against the broken marble.

He remarked. Those words did something to me, I would ride him then and there. I went in for kiss, he stopped me mid way. His hands laced around my neck. Gently pressing. His head titled to one side. "Who do you belong to?" He asked me. Voice barely above a whisper. I wasn't going to say it. I wouldn't. "Who do you belong to, Allen, who is your Alpha?" I couldn't say it. I tried to look away but he held my jaw and made me look at him. I silently begged him to give me something.

Love's Hollow, New York is where magic happens. Under the influence of the evil witch, This small town seems like a good place to find a solution. Werewolves and various magical creatures live here. I didn't know such a beauty existed. Until two werewolves caught my eye at a local bar.These Alphas are muscular and dominant. But they are also territorial and possessive. And everyone wants to be their soulmate.

Poppy was going crazy outside the suite. Why was she so excited to go to a twisted Alpha's pack? I heard nothing but insane or disgusting things about Alpha Blake. Alphas were known for their higher sex drive and for sleeping around before finding their mates, but this man could win the biggest trophy in that regard. He was so sex-crazed that he had a harem full of women to please him. The only other thing that held his interest as much was conquering new territories and expanding his pack borders. Every time he killed an enemy Alpha, his harem grew larger because all the pretty she-wolves were absorbed into it. So glad Thunder Bay was an ally pack.

Because while she said she wasn’t that type of person, I could feel her body shudder with desire as she spoke. As she crossed that line… “I know,” I smirked, my wolf pushing me to pursue her – despite knowing she’d be on the training ground and very much unable to be fucked. “My wolf likes it.” “He--- he likes it?” Gaia echoed in surprise. “That’s--- unusual. For an alpha wolf.” “Is it?” I asked, not really knowing if it was or not. I’d never been shy about sex. I fucked whoever and wherever I felt like it and I never held myself back when I wanted it. But I’d never felt possessive over any of my sex partners before.

An Alpha is possessive, they take and claim, they don´t share, or wait for their mate to be ready, or get her head out of her ass. I don´t know where all of this is coming from, or who the woman who answered was, but I looked at them and took a deep breath: "Please..."

Sarah pov I stare at Lazarus as if he just grew another head in front of my eyes. All my life, I've been told that men can't hold themselves away from what they want, from what they desire, and definitely can't fight their nature. Yet, here he is, a perfect example of how it's possible. Out of all men, Alphas are the ones who have the most intense animalistic instincts, and somehow, Lazarus still stands here and offers me a choice despite everything I've ever been taught.

There was a lot of question I wanted to ask him but it would have to pry into his private life and I knew the Alpha would not accept that, he might even punish me for trying to have a sticky beak. "Then you just shut your mouth and speak only when you are asked to," He said boorishly which didn't come as a surprise to me since I was aware of his rudeness. When I was still in my pack, I may not attend pack meetings but I was aware of what was happening around me. Alpha Chase has come on so many times by the women in my pack while some rumored him to be a heartless man with no heart and emotion, some assumed that he was hurt by his past lover and so he just doesn't believe in love, they said h

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly