Denying The Alpha Novels & Stories

I replied , desperate to avoid making another enemy. I was certain Gina would view me as an opponent and I didn't want that. I had Ms Emma on my case, I didn't want any more than that… "Proof it " What proof does she need? That we ask the Alpha himself is this rumour true? "So it is true…" she said in horror "My lady, Alpha Jerome is everything perfect but I…I have a type ma'am" I replied, not sure where my words were headed "Are you saying the Alpha is undeserving of you? Who do you think you are, you low life maid?!" Gina said

It's no wonder his pack didn't make it to the second round at least. "Congratulations, Little Alpha," the annoying leech congratulated me, shaking my hand as if we were close, smiling as if he didn't just try to sabotage me. "You still won despite some little distraction. You really live up to your name." I let out a cold smile and pulled him close so only he would hear my next words. "Do you know what else I will win? Alyssa. She's mine and you will never be able to touch her like I can. She will never be yours, leech. In fact... she and I will have sex to celebrate."

But when he saw the emptiness in my eyes, he only said quietly, “You burned down the house. Are you satisfied now, Your Highness?” The title sliced through me like ice. To him, the Alpha of the wealthiest Pack, a villa was nothing. Ashes could be rebuilt. He didn’t understand this wasn’t about walls or furniture; it was about showing him my wolf’s grief, her breaking. I lifted my head slowly, meeting his gaze with nothing but silence. The eyes that once adored him were stone cold now, as if he were a stranger passing in the street. His assistant rushed up. “Mr. Richard, the jet’s ready. The Alpha summit in Switzerland can’t be delayed.”

I said. "I want to stop fighting my nature," he corrected. "I am Alpha. That means something. That carries weight. And democratic process asks me to pretend it does not. To treat my voice as equal to newest volunteer who knows nothing about pack leadership. That is not just tedious—it is denial of what I am."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" "Still pretending? If Lily hadn't told me, I'd still be kept in the dark." He raised his hand and flung several photos straight at my face. The sharp edges scraped my skin, carrying a cold sting. In the images, I was tightly held in the arms of the Alpha from the Fallen Blood Pack's enemy clan. The angle was suggestive. The posture was intimate. "That's not real," I blurted out instinctively. "The evidence is right in front of you—how do you expect me to believe you?" Liam roared, his Alpha pressure spilling out of control.

"Go back to your Alpha. You're free." There was silence and nobody moved. Noah's brow came together. "Did you hear him? Let's go." Still nothing. One of the men in the front, older, grey at his temples, looked at Noah for a long moment. Then he looked down. And then slowly, deliberately, he pressed his fist to his own chest and something cracked audibly in the air between them, the specific sound of a pack bond snapping, like a thread pulled past its limit. "I denounce you," he said quietly. "As my Alpha."

he showed us some piece of paper that he was holding in his hand and rad from what was written in it , "so according to these if any frnerst up on me of vikatke ever attacked they could only do it to an alpha of a pack because he is the only one string enough to penetrate the world "Wait, what?" Shepherd said. "Yes, and you happened to be at the scene too if I remember correctly alpha." I put my hand over my mouth, "so you mean to tell me that you didn't confirm anything before jumping to conclusions? Have you lost your mind?" I couldn't believe my ears. And clearly no one else here too could. "So who am I killing?" The old woman rolled her eyes, "I don't have time for this ." "We'll be back

Connor shot me a glare from the other side of the table, and I cocked an eyebrow at him. This blasted meeting has been going on for hours. In this room, all the Alpha kings and their assistants sat, debating on how to settle the issues between our class and the werewolf community as a whole. I had no idea why I was still on this table, but I've had enough of hearing these arrogant men's voices. I'm done with this fucking meeting. The arguements paused as I got up from my seat, and all eyes turned towards me. Alpha Alfred, the most insufferable and the oldest King, old enough to be my father, spoke up. "Uh Seth, we are not done here."

The next thing they knew, he was already holding her neck, firmly curling his fingers under her jaw, and Georgia Finnes choked, her lungs begging for air. “What did you say? How dare you reject me?” he hissed, his breathing was heavy, and his voice was threatening and restrained, barely holding himself back from twisting her head. Georgia could not speak. “I’ve heard about you,” he said, his hand remained gripping her neck, “the blind poor girl,” he mocked, a devilish snicker slipping from his lips. “What made you think I would want you to be my mate? You dared to reject me? No, Georgia.” he said, uttering her name like he had known her for long. “I, Alpha Maxton Bergmont, Ruler of the Weste

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