Bound By The Alphas Novels & Stories

“You know I can’t tell you. Grandma will kill me! She doesn’t even know I let Nash out.” I shook my head. “You’re a traitor, Nash. You’re all fucking traitors!” I roared. My aura was off, and the environment felt it. The trees groaned and bent, but there was no wind to manipulate them. Every wolf was connected to nature and the moon, but Alphas were specifically more connected and had the ability to influence nature patterns. If an Alpha died, nature felt it, and certain flowers died too. In this case, nature was frightened as if a devastating storm was on the horizon.

Her eyes widen as she stands up from her seat, “That was it! They were outnumbered because not all of the berserkers were there!” The three Alphas exchanged knowing looks, understanding Callista's thoughts. Transforming into their werewolf forms, they sprinted towards the cabin, sensing the imminent danger that had disrupted their connection earlier. Upon arrival, they found Payne's Betas locked in combat with Berserkers, genetically enhanced adversaries who posed a formidable challenge even for skilled Betas. Just in time, the three Alphas joined the fray, supported by Callista, Raina, Moriarty, and Dimitri.

Nice one Tyson. “He didn’t touch me,” I reassure Marcus, before turning my attention to Tyson. “And that wasn’t his fault. When someone is turned into a mutolupus they are physically bound to their maker. It’s stronger than an Alpha command because the Alpha’s DNA now runs through their veins. They cannot disobey an order from their Alpha. So if he was ordered to kill me, then that’s all he can focus on until I’m dead, the command is removed, or the Alpha who made him dies,” I explain. Marcus’s hold on me tightens as he sucks in a breath. “So what happens now?” Marcus asks.

“You’re telling me that the prophecy could tear us apart?” “I’m telling you that it might. The Bound Alpha isn’t just a title. It’s a bond. A bond that can only be formed through intense connection, one that could kill either one of us. We’ll both be exposed to forces greater than us, forces that will try to tear us down. It’s in the prophecy. No one who has ever tried to fulfill it has survived the cost.”

"The binding curse, if completed, would affect every Alpha within a defined geographic territory. Not just one pack—every pack. Every Alpha bloodline." "Affect how?" "Complete magical subjugation," Roy said quietly. "The Alphas themselves would be bound to the will of whoever controls the curse. And because pack bonds work through Alpha-mate-pack connections, the subjugation would cascade down. The Alphas, then their mates, then the pack members." The silence that followed was absolute. "She's planning to enslave entire territories," I said. "Entire territories," Roy confirmed. "Every Alpha and everyone connected to them. She'd control the pack structure of half the continent within weeks of

Suddenly, thirty-six Alphas, their Betas, and their Gammas all answer in unison, their voices spilling out without hesitation: “No, Alpha!” The words echo, sharp and clear. And just like that, the room goes silent. I watch in amusement as wide-eyed realization dawns across the faces of the Alphas. Their expressions shift from confusion — to dawning horror. He Alpha Commanded them. All of them. At the same time. I can feel the sharp jolt of terror ripple through the room. Alphas aren’t supposed to be able to Command other Alphas. That’s the one boundary in our world no one can cross.

"They will not go away. We must stop this at its origin! I gave a nod. "The Alpha Crimson." We needed to reach him. I rushed forward, slicing through everything that was in my path. Shaun and Mira moved in tandem with me, cutting, avoiding, and pushing through the never-ending crowd. The battleground never ended, yet we persisted. Then— Before us, a wall of black energy erupted. We slammed into it after barely skidding to a halt. With a laugh, the Crimson Alpha took a step forward. "At last you get it, don't you?" He spoke in a slithering voice. "I can't be stopped. Not in this manner.

“Say it.” Elara’s hands fisted in his black hair, holding him there even as her mind spun with lingering hurt. “I’m… yours,” she breathed, the words both surrender and challenge. “But you’re mine too, Alpha. And one day, you’ll kneel for this bond the way you made me suffer for it.” Kael pulled back just enough to look at her, eyes wild. A dark, almost feral smile curved his lips. “Careful, little wolf. You’re playing with fire.”

“Lena—LISTEN TO ME—you can’t go to him.” She shook violently. “He’s my family—” “And YOU are mine,” Alexander whispered fiercely. “And I’m not losing you to a monster growing inside him.” The Alpha Speaks The Alpha stepped forward, towering, glowing, silent. Its molten eyes fixed on Lena. On Alexander. Then on Jay. “The vessel breaks. The heart bonds elsewhere. The cycle must be restored.” Alexander snarled: “Stay away from them.” The Alpha tilted its head. “Your bond is forbidden.”

The woman’s gaze shifted toward her. “You are Silver Hale.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes,” Silver answered quietly. Another elder leaned forward, resting his weathered hands on the table. “We have heard extraordinary claims about you.” Kael gave a quiet snort. “They’re not claims.” His sharp voice carried across the chamber. “They’re facts.” The elder raised an eyebrow but continued. “Three Alphas bound to one mate.” Silence settled over the room. Even among wolf packs, where unusual bonds were not unheard of, this was unprecedented.