Born For The Alpha Novels & Stories

"Nobody knows this, except the alphas of the three moons. All of the descendants of the family of the full moon alphas possess magic. I don’t know how, and I don't even know if it turned out a blessing or a curse for me. My brother.....well, after he was born, everyone expected him to show signs of the gift, as we call it, but it didn't happen. Even five years later. My dad grew worried. The first born was always alpha and everyone expected him to, just like my dad, show signs of it three days after birth. He didn't." He sighed and swirled a pen in the air. "In short, five years after the birth of my brother, I was born, my mum almost lost her life, but as my dad always said, it was worth it

WHAT JUST HAPPENED! IS THAT IT! OMG!!!! I WIN!! I AM NOW THE ALPHA OF THE ALPHAS I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. "Looks like we have our first female Alpha of the Alphas. Congratulations Alpha Mahnoor" Alpha Adam said with a voice that said that he too did not believe what just happened. THAT MAKES THE TWO OF US Badar and I changed back to our human form as a voice from behind came. "We don't want a female Alpha" "Females are weak, physically and emotionally"

I murmured loud enough for him to hear me. "I've never had anyone protect me like you did all my life." I murmured again. I was trying so hard not to get teary or not to raise my head to look at the expression on his face. He didn't say a word to me, and I wasn't expecting him to say a word. I heave deeply, and shut my eyes to fall asleep. ********* ALPHA GREY: The car halted right in front of my mansion. I never let anyone live here with me except Liam since we grew up together. I gently raised Emily's head off my shoulders.

“I didn’t want to lie to anybody… but I had no choice. This is my mess. Not Landry’s. He was just trying to protect me…” “Protect you from what?” She asks, her voice cracking as more tears escaped her eyes. “From myself,” she breathed, keeping her eyes on Jessie’s eyes. “I was born out of wedlock. My father was an Alpha, and my mother was nothing more than a lowly omega. He never loved her enough to marry her, but she died when I was very young. I have several older brothers, all of whom were born Alphas. But they died in battle, leaving my younger brother, who was also born an Alpha, as the only one who can take over as Alpha of the Sunset Pack. The only problem was he was too young. So, my

Her eyes felt betrayed, ringing at that information. How come no one ever told her anything on time? “Yeah, that's it,” Kaylee added. “If he's their child, why isn't he Alpha?” Even though Lana didn't truly understand the hierarchy for the selection of an Alpha in packs as its protocol differed depending on each pack, the most natural way was through birth. A child of the Alpha and Luna's occupies the throne when they're gone. “Because he was born an Omega,” Kaylee explained.

“I have seen travellers cut each other open over a mouthful of safe water. I have seen strong wolves go mad because they refused to run when pride told them to stand.” His hand curled against the stone. “It is a miracle I am alive.” The sentence entered me like a blade. Not because I did not already know it. Because hearing him say it made it real. My father had been Alpha-born. Proud. Strong. The kind of man who would have stood in front of danger because that was what his blood and position had taught him. The Outlands had stripped that out of him or forced it into a shape that hurt worse.

"May the Moon Goddess watch over you both. May you overcome all obstacles fate has placed in your path, and may you… get everything you deserve." As my words landed, Damien's expression turned ugly. He understood my hidden meaning. He'd never expected me to be so calm. Just then, a deep, powerful voice came from the front row of guests. "A blessing like that? I doubt they're worthy of it." A tall, powerful-looking man rose from the front row. He carried himself with a quiet authority, his Alpha presence even more potent than Damien's. It was Ethan, Alpha of the Silverwood Pack. Legend said that Alpha Ethan had taken a struggling pack and, in just a few years, built it into the strongest forc

Yasmin’s heart pounded in her chest as she dragged Zephyr along behind her, weaving through the crowded town square and darting glances over her shoulder. The sights and sounds of the square were a blur, her mind fixed on a single, haunting realization: that after seven years of obscurity, she’d seen him again. The Alpha. The one she never expected to meet again. And now… now, she knew why her son had always felt different, why his presence radiated such authority. Zephyr, her seven-year-old boy, carried the blood of Alpha Zaid, a man known across packs for his power, his ruthlessness. Her pace quickened, and Zephyr stumbled slightly, looking up at her with wide, questioning eyes.

“We ask you. Are we.” “You are safe as long as you remember who keeps you safe,” I said. “She is under my roof. That makes her under my hand. No one touches what is under my hand.” “And if she cannot help touching us,” the cane elder asked. Not unkind. He meant pressure. He meant the way a room leans when she breathes. “Then learn to stand up straight,” I said. A few of them almost smiled. Almost. The ledger elder turned a blank page. “We heard a phrase we have not heard in years,” she said. “Forgotten Alpha bloodline. The story is that one line turned sideways and poured power into omegas by mistake or grace, depending on who tells it.”