Denying The Alpha Novels & Stories

Her throat felt tight, her skin prickling with the weight of his disdain. “I’m sorry, Alpha,” she murmured, lowering her gaze. She could feel Lynx stirring within her, a low growl rumbling from deep within her wolf’s chest, but she forced herself to remain still, to keep her defiance hidden beneath a mask of submission. She was too weak to fight back, too low in rank, too broken to ever hope for anything else. She was an omega—nothing more, nothing less. Rhett’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he turned away, his expression hardening into a mask of indifference. "Remember your place," he said, his voice a cold, cutting whisper that left her heart aching with a pain she couldn

I didn't want to waste my time any longer in that humiliating place. "Alpha Alejandro, PLEASE, accept my rejection." I kept my last courtesy, now I was representing Tyranny Pack. "Hirrie, you ......" Alejandro reacted and tried to pull me back, but James didn't wait for me to make a move and tossed him aside like garbage. "Accept, My, Rejection" I aggravated my tone because if he doesn't accept, the rejection will be meaningless, and that's the most unfair part of the werewolf world! No one can unilaterally reject an Alpha... "No! Never!"

Now, I had to wait and see if the seeds of doubt would grow. The meeting started smoothly. Papers were passed around, and the nobles nodded as they reviewed the numbers. Pens clicked, ready to sign. I kept my hands clasped, nails digging into my palms under the table. Then, a voice cut through the room. “This is incredible work, but I can’t approve it.” All eyes turned to Alpha Asher. He was one of the strongest alphas, known for his integrity. His words carried weight. “What do you mean?” another alpha asked, confused. “This is a great opportunity.”

“How about I prove it?” My breath hitched. “How?” “Dance with me.” My blood turned to ice. Was this his idea of proof? Dancing? No. Absolutely not. Not with him. Not at his engagement party. “I’m sorry,” I said carefully, keeping my tone neutral. “But I can’t accept your offer, Alpha Dylan.” His brows furrowed, clear surprise flashing across his face. He hadn’t expected that. His eyes darkened. “I hope you know the consequences of denying an Alpha what he demands, bitten.”

Beta Randy’s eyes widened. “Wait, are you saying…?” Randy asked. “It’s of no use, there will be two rejections tonight,” the alpha said simply, his voice hard. Two? Before I could even process his words, he began walking away. I heard Mr Sinclair gasp behind me, and when I turned, his eyes were on me, surprise written all over his face. Then I heard Alan speak. “It can’t be, you should reject her soon.” He pointed at me and turned to Alpha Abel, who had already walked out with the door closing behind him.

“What is wrong with you right now?! Do you want to march into a hospital crawling with Elder Isaiah’s men? With the vessel bleeding all over your backseat?... common man, think!" Alpha gritted his teeth. “I can take them. Every single one of them. If any councilman, witches or Elder Isaiah’s men show up, I’ll finish them before they touch her.” “Ohhh, fantastic,” Dante said, voice dripping sarcasm and anger. “War plan, Alpha. What a genius— Kingston—Brilliant. Maybe after that, you can fight the entire werewolf clans and witches. You’re not thinking straight!” Alpha snarled, leaning forward. “Stop the car.”

An Alpha is possessive, they take and claim, they don´t share, or wait for their mate to be ready, or get her head out of her ass. I don´t know where all of this is coming from, or who the woman who answered was, but I looked at them and took a deep breath: "Please..."

I've rehearsed this conversation in my head a thousand times, but my voice still trembles slightly as I say, "Yes, Alpha." The words hang in the air, and his expression darkens, his eyes flashing with a mix of surprise, displeasure, and something else I can't quite put my finger on. I hold my breath, bracing myself for his reaction. He leans back in his chair, the movement deliberate and controlled, his eyes never leaving mine as he says, "As alpha, it's within my right to deny your request." My breath hitches in my throat, my palms growing sweaty as I struggle to maintain eye contact. His eyes bore into mine as he adds, "But I won't."

“This isn’t about winning or losing, Jessica. This is about survival. Christopher isn’t just the Alpha—he’s the most powerful wolf in this pack. If you push him too far, he won’t hesitate to—” “To what?” I interrupted, my voice rising. “Kill me? Banish me? He’s already made it clear he wants me gone. What more can he do?” My uncle opened his mouth to respond, but the assistant cleared his throat, cutting him off. “The Alpha is waiting,” he said, his tone cold and final. I shot my uncle one last defiant look before turning on my heel and striding toward the office door. I didn’t wait for an invitation. I pushed the door open and stepped inside, my heart pounding in my chest.

The man shakes his head not seeming to enjoy the way the former Alpha dealt with my mother's death, whilst I was more than shocked to the core but still shaking with anger. “I think the way the Alpha dealt with that solemn excuse of a woman was cowardice, she should have fought for her pack and life, but she didn’t, she took her death as some kind of replacement for her daughter. She took the easy way out with the help of the Alpha. Even at the time I was furious with the way the Alpha dealt with her that I plunged my sword into her chest again, even though I knew she was dead, I hoped she felt that in her last moments, I hope she was filled with nothing but pain and suffering those last few