Born For The Alpha Novels & Stories

Raising my hand to scratch my shoulder, I cock my head and ask sarcastically, “You could have called. Why must you always show up like this? Uninvited.” “Well, because I am the Alpha. We don’t follow normal rules. We have our own we abide by, and it doesn’t involve humans’ niceties. If I need to fetch you, I will do it any time I want.” He states angrily as I watch his eyes start to glow again. Every time he becomes upset, his eyes do that, so I always know when I have gotten to him. “Alright, alright. Anyway, I need to get dressed. What is it exactly that couldn’t wait?” I ask absentmindedly as I shuffle around and try to find the pair of comfy jeans that I laid down a couple of days

"Let me start from the beginning. When I was a child, I was close to my mother. We would do everything together. She was my best friend. But my father was a cruel man. He abused my mother. He would get drunk and beat on her when he got home. I would yell at him to stop. Beg him. But my mom told me it was okay and to go to my room. That everything will be okay in the morning. Of course, she never had bruises the next morning because she was a beta, and although betas heal slower than alphas, they do heal quite fast. I always knew what was happening. From the screaming and my mom...my mom begging my father to stop He never did. She couldn't ever get away. He was an alpha. He was stronger. The

he said as he stood up. I nodded and watched as Brax left the room. Picking up the book, I opened it again I knew that it would take Brax a little while to sort things out so we could spend the day together, so what was the harm in reading a little more? Flicking through the pages, I noticed something: a name that stood out on the page; in bold letters, RYKER was written on the page. It read. Today, my first child was born—a boy. He will grow to be strong and brave. My son RYKER will become the Alpha of this pack.

“Not heirs crowned by councils. Not sons of politics. Real Alpha-born. Children born with power before birth.” Silence crashes down. Damon’s voice cuts through it. “Guarded… how?” I meet his eyes. “By killing them.” Aria gasps. A sharp sound. A wounded sound. I keep going. If I stop now, I will never finish. “When an Alpha-born child appeared,” I say, “my bloodline was sent first. We assessed. We watched. And if the child showed signs of awakening too early… we ended it.” Aria takes a step back. “You’re saying”

A flicker of hope ignited in my chest. "Mom!" I struggled to lift my head, my vision blurred by sweat. "You came back... Help me..." My mother was an Alpha. One of the world’s leading werewolf geneticists. She had to have sensed something was wrong. She was here to save me. But she just stood in the doorway, her Alpha presence an icy wave of pressure. Her gaze locked onto the flashing red light on my neck, her features twisting in familiar disgust. "Red again. Losing control again?"

Obviously, I agree; giddy to continue to be around him. He shows me the training grounds, the garden, the parks, and the sports fields. All the while we're talking, the conversation comes so naturally, which is a first for me. I learned he became Alpha at 19; his father eagerly handed over the title. He was close with both of his sisters. Despite Seth being one of his good friends now, he had actually put Seth through the wringer, bringing me a wicked smile. He only laid off when he proved to be an impressive fighter and a suitable mate for his sister. His other sister, Violet, was unmated.

Theo was given special time as the Beta, and was even allowed to hold the baby as long as he wished because of his closeness with Cillian. He cradled little Aaron in his arms and smiled down at him in adoration. He’d had his time with the baby and when he was about to put the baby back in his cradle. He noticed something that caught his attention. Something was missing on Aaron’s right arm, for he lacked the Alpha mark that every new born was supposed to carry at least for the first few weeks after birth. This Alpha symbol was peculiar to every child who had at least one parent as an Alpha. People say the goddess created the Alpha mark for the newborns to distinguish the Alpha babies from th

Torin’s breath slowly regulated without looking away from her. Kaelin’s jaw clenched, her bitten wrist still dripping with blood, unable to look away from the scene. Caleb blinked and turned away. Elira's lips twisted. Cold and unamused. The High Elder stepped forward, raising the ceremonial scepter. “Torin of Twilight pack, the spirits have spoken. You have passed the Trial of Roars. You are the Alpha of Alphas The illusion didn’t eat you up. You came back like a true Alpha.” Cheers erupted louder this time.

CLEO I was almost ready to let go of my bond with Alpha Solan, but was offered something else. A baby for the Alpha King. If I could give him a successor, an important duty his Luna could not fulfill despite being married for three years, then I could stay. Alpha Solan convinced me, saying that it wasn’t the first time in history that an alpha took another woman because their luna could not produce a successor to the position. The mother of the child is to be respected even if she’s not the Alpha’s wife, and it wasn’t shameful as it was part of his duty to produce an heir.

"I'm sure that he could spare a few minutes-" "No, he cannot. My mother - his Luna - is giving birth to a child. I can promise you that your problems are not nearly as important to him as that." And just like that, the missing pieces of the puzzle fell into place. The reason why this boy was treating my like an equal, was because I was one. He had every bit as right to treat me the way that he was, as I did with him. He was the Alpha's son. And if I had to take a guess, he was an only child, the one being born now, being the only other sibling. It was not something that was uncommon. Majority of Alpha's had their first child directly after meeting their mate, and then they struggled to conci