Bound To The Alpha By Fate Novels & Stories

He did not ask if I was ready. He did not reach for me. He simply began. “Althea Madison.” I took a shaky breath when he took my name. His voice carried across the courtyard with the calm authority of an Alpha speaking a formal rite. “You were brought to these lands by circumstance. You were given shelter under my roof and protection under my authority. Both are now withdrawn.” The words landed like stones. Heavy. Deliberate. Final. I kept my face still. “The bond that formed between us was not chosen by either party.” He continued. “It exists because of a circumstance neither of us created and neither of us can accept.”

He would lay waste to our tents, burn down the buildings, draw swords at lives, and exert himself as the new king. When his eyes fell on me, Fate once again procured, only it wasn’t in my favor this time around. I’ve been doomed, I’ve been fated to the night Alpha. And this is my story.

“And we’ll face everything together. Always. And now… we are more than we were yesterday. Stronger, untouchable, and ready for whatever comes.” The forest outside Blackpine exhaled, the night calm once more, while the Alpha and his Luna remained entwined, a fortress of flesh, fire, and love that no manipulation, magic, or desire could breach. Samantha’s desperate attempt had only cemented the unbreakable reality: Troy, Daisy, and the life they carried were indivisible, untouchable, and Fated. Daisy knew, it, Troy knew it, the unborn baby felt and perhaps even knows it and now not only Samantha but the whole clan knows it as well.

"... the Alpha position must return to my bloodline." *

I felt tethered, bound, challenged and more alive than I had ever been. Lyra nudged me from within, a whisper of fire in my mind. “This is only the beginning, little one. Our journey has just started. The Alpha’s curse is real, but it can be ours to master.” I inhaled sharply, feeling the weight and the fire of the bond. Benjamin Black was mine whether he wanted it or not. And I would make sure the bond forged in fire, desire, and defiance could never be broken.

Ronan is scratching his arms again and this time, he takes his both hands to stop them. “Stop scratching them because your arms don’t really itch.” That seemed to surprise Ronan. “How did you know?” “I just know, so stop scratching them or you’ll hurt yourself.” * * * * * * * * * * Cross has heard multiple times and has read a couple of books regarding Fate—the unbreakable Bond between an Omega and an Alpha. The bond that is decided by destiny, both a curse and a blessing. A Bond that you didn’t choose for yourself but doesn’t have a choice but to accept it.

"High neck, long sleeves. Elegant, not fussy. The Luna doesn't need embellishment. She is the embellishment." Even so, I grinned. Just before sunrise, Moira showed up. She was old - deep lines carved across her skin - yet her gaze stayed fierce, like shards of shattered glass. Her stare moved from Ares to me, then flicked back to him again. "You are certain?" she asked. "The binding is not easily broken, Alpha. It requires death or exile." "I am certain," Ares said. She turned to me. "And you, child? You understand what you are agreeing to? In the old ways, the Luna binds her fate to the Alpha's. His enemies become yours. His death becomes yours."

All tall, dark and stupidly handsome, like he’d just walked out of some fantasy novel instead of a wrecked sports car. I slammed my locker shut a little harder than necessary. “Stop it, Freya,” I muttered to myself. So what if his smile made my stomach do a silly little flip? So what if his blue eyes seemed to see right through the walls I’d spent years building? He was still a Ramsey. I could still see him as a boy, his face in that hateful crowd, his voice… I shook my head, trying to dislodge the bitter memory. It was no use. He was the future Alpha. I was the traitor’s daughter. Our worlds were oil and water. They didn’t mix.

“I rejected her.” “Yes,” the elder said mildly. “Yet the bond strengthens.” I felt it then. That pull again. Subtle. Persistent. Like gravity. “The Moon does not choose lightly,” the elder continued. “If she is your mate, Alpha, then fate has bound this pack to her survival.” That wasn’t comforting. That was terrifying. Kael’s eyes flickered to mine. Conflict burned there. Duty. Instinct. Resistance. Desire. “You will begin training tomorrow,” he said finally.

The smallness was clarifying, in a terrible way — there was no ambiguity about your role when your role was essentially absence. Here the absence of assignment felt, on bad mornings, like floating. Like nothing was holding her in place. She was starting to understand that was the point. She opened the historical records she had been reading on and off since the second day — the Iron Veil's founding documents, the original charter, the bloodline records of the first Alpha families. She had been returning to them without fully understanding why, something snagging each time in a section she had not yet resolved. She found the page.