Caught Between My Alphas Novels & Stories

I watch as the elders discuss the prize and how happy they are, while here I am unable to do anything or even say anything because I might ruin their plan. ‘Are you okay?’ Anya’s voice came through the bond. ‘Not really,’ I admitted, ‘I don’t really know what to make up with all of this. Clearly, this was not the plan that we had.’ ‘I know,’ Anya replied and I could feel through the bond that this wasn’t really what she was expecting as well. ‘Smile,’ Uncle Drake’s voice came booming loudly in my head. ‘I know you have a lot of questions but now is not the right time for uncertainties. Right now, you need to smile and assume the post of being an Alpha, because right now, that’s who you are.’

I’m going to be sleeping in the same room with Alpha Alvar? I would be dead and buried.

The Alpha’s glare approached the beta, but the latter looked so engrossed on something else that he did not seem to notice my master’s eyes on him. I trailed Flynn’s eyes to find that he stared at the dark-purplish detailed art on the skin of the Alpha’s right abdomen. It was a beast and the sight of it was rather enthralling than horrifying, but I could not really figure out what the creature was. When I looked back at Flynn, he was gently climbing out of the bed and I realized that this could be my chance to escape the Alpha, and let out the burning tears that were already seeming to gather in my eyes.

Third Person Matteo observed the intense confrontation between Joric and Clay. He acknowledged the strength of both combatants, recognizing the potential for either to assume the role of the other's beta. Despite Clay's current beta status, Matteo sensed that he possessed the capability to ascend to the position of Alpha. In their human forms, despite Joric's seniority, Clay exhibited a formidable fighting prowess and a physique that matched Joric's. Well-trained and disciplined, Matteo wouldn't be surprised if Clay, the prospective beta, managed to surpass his future alpha.

One of the rogues cursed under his dying breath, and without hesitation, the Alpha dug his sword right into him, taking his head off completely. I looked away in fear, wishing I hadn't come into the woods in the first place. Suddenly I wished I had stayed back, but the thoughts of Victoria in my space made me so sick in my stomach. “I can see you’d prefer dying out here than getting out of here,” The Alpha from earlier glared at me. I snapped back to reality staring at him standing in all his 6’1 muscular glory. His green icy eyes glared at me. “I…” I stuttered.

It was never a pleasant taste, but August got over it when it meant surviving to live another day. He pulled his mouth away, taking a big chunk of the other wolf’s neck away with him. He spit it out quickly and then went in again to finish the wolf off quickly. There was no sense in watching him suffer. With another bite to the jugular, the wolf began to bleed out quickly, and as August stood over him, struggling to catch his breath, the dark wolf stilled. The Alpha took a look around. He needed to find Rider. If he could kill the other Alpha, he might be able to put an end to this madness.

He tried—and failed—his breath came ragged, like fire through shattered glass. “Hey,” I barked, grabbing his face. “Focus. You want this to stop? Then listen to me. Your wolf listens to your soul. Right now, your soul is screaming.” He whined. “I know,” I whispered again. “I know it hurts. But I’m here. I’m not letting you go wild on my watch. Not again.” My fingers dug into his cheeks, forcing him to keep eye contact. I leaned closer, pressing my forehead to his. That old, dangerous connection between Alpha and Alpha-Cursed sparking again.

Then Lydia whispered something in his ear, and he turned away. "Luna Aurora," a deep voice interrupted my thoughts. "What a pleasure to finally meet you in person." I turned to find Alpha Blackwell of the Western Ridge Pack standing before me. Though technically an ally, his pack had a reputation for aggressive expansion and political maneuvering. "Alpha Blackwell," I acknowledged with a polite nod. "Welcome to our territory." "Very much appreciated," he replied, his gaze traveling over me with inappropriate appreciation. "Though not as comfortable as the view I'm currently enjoying."

Evelyn I stared at him hard, jaw locked, eyes burning. My wrists ached from where he’d grabbed me earlier, but my mind was sharper than ever. “You should let me go, Daniel,” I said, every word laced with warning. “You’re making enemies of not one, not two.but three damn Alphas. You won’t survive that, and neither will your pack. It’s suicide.” He blinked, then gave the most ridiculous grin, like I’d just complimented his new haircut.

“Then I’ll fight you to the end of time itself before I let that happen.” Lucian stepped forward too, flames dancing in his eyes. “And if she falls, then I’ll burn you and this cursed prophecy to ash.” The two Alphas stood side by side—reluctant allies bound by the same woman, by the same desperate cause. Fenris’s grin only widened. “So noble. So futile.” --- The Rift buckled inward, its edges fraying like torn cloth. Warriors screamed as the pull intensified, dragging wolves, stones, even whole trees into the churning void. The corrupted beasts were swallowed whole, their shrieks echoing as if carried across dimensions.