Desired By The Possessive Alpha Novels & Stories

Something about it glinted cruelly, as if telling the world she now belonged to one of them. I wanted--I needed to know more, to know how to remove the hideous mark from her creamy skin. Tristan The name left her lips effortlessly, mixed with a tone of confusion. Her voice was soft, much too soft to be speaking of another man. Alpha's were inherently possessive, a trait I embraced in her presence. My control slipped that night, but I had done nothing to mend it. I sent her over the edge countless times that night, each time watching the pain and bliss on her face.

His hand wrapped around my neck, tilting my chin upwards so that he could capture my lips in a sensual kiss that hardened my nipples and flooded my pussy with arousal. He was getting off on the fact that everyone wanted to be him right now, but only he got to touch and taste me. It was the possessiveness of an Alpha to claim their mate, and that was exactly what he was doing. “Did you enjoy the show?” Kade asked someone behind me. “Yes, sir. Your beloved is the epitome of sinful desire. Every person would kill to be where you are right now,” a man said without hesitation.

"Talk to Alpha. He will listen to you. You just need to talk, so he knows what you want. He is willing to sacrifice anything for you." "Really? How do you know?" "Of course I know, I accompanied him all this time!" "Then why does he insist on wanting me? I've rejected him many times. Even though many women are prettier, more attractive, than me." "You don't understand! He doesn't like the reactions he gets from other women. Alpha believes they only want money or positions in the pack. I don't know, you better ask him." "He looked at me like I am a weak person."

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic, ecstatic drumbeat. "You get it, don't you?" he demanded, his gaze scorching mine. "You get what you are to me. What you belong to. You don't look at other men like that, Darren. Not when you're with me." His words, a raw, unyielding claim, sent a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with fear. It was pure, unadulterated sensation. His possessiveness, the sheer force of his Alpha demand, was intoxicating. My inner girl was screaming, a high-pitched, delirious sound of triumph. This was it. This was everything I’d ever secretly craved.

Maybe a look at him would change my mind and I wasn’t ready for a change of mind. He strolled to my side, standing in the front of me, and began, “I wanted you to be my Luna-” I cut him off, “yes. That’s the thing. You get everything you want. It’s always about what you want and you’re an Alpha so you should get everything, right?” I chuckled maliciously before continuing, “How can an Alpha not get what he wants? And when they don’t get it, they freak out and start ordering people around them, expecting that they will obey their orders and they certainly should when it’s about safety or war but not when it’s about their heart. Everyone should have a free will to do whatever their heart desir

The hand around the back of my throat tightened, “If anyone else touches you tonight, I’ll fucking eat his heart out. You are mine.” I should have been fucking enraged this Alpha was pulling the bullshit I vowed to never allow on my land, but I was too damn filled with lust and desire. A familiar ache settled in between my thighs again. My wolf liked his possessiveness, and she wanted to be claimed, to be fucked, to be owned. She was insatiable as the rest of the wolves it seemed.

Why had he been that possessive of her so suddenly? "It has to be the desires." His wolf side replied. "That's right. We should have held back ad broken the attraction." "It has happened already" his wolf side replied and Alpha Carl let out a soft sigh. He moved over to his bed and sat on the edge of it, thinking carefully about it all. Want? He wanted her. Desire? He desired her badly. Possessive? He was starting to be. Love? No! That was definitely a no! Alpha Carl shot up from the bed with a conclusion. He wanted her but he didn't love her.

However I can't get too comfortable since this was not what I wanted, this place will continue to be Chase room and nothing more. "I want to be back in my back room" "Chase is not going to be happy with that" "I don't care what Chase will like" The consequences of my words would be devastating if he heard me but I don't care at the moment. The Alpha was a selfish man who cared about himself and no one else, he was forcing me to do something that I wouldn't wish to do.

"Honestly shout. It could add some personality to you.” I slipped past her into the room. Sunlight streamed through the drapes illuminating the dust floating in the air. I put on my jeans and a tank top, my mind wandering back, to places I earnestly wanted to escape. Asher. My stomach tightened. Simply saying his name felt like inviting turmoil to flood my veins. He was my brother’s ally, the Alpha of the IronClaw pack a figure whose presence made enemies hesitate and inspired wolves to rise with pride. Command draped in leather. Determination. Scars carved from endurance. Every part of him was designed to command.

"I don't know about that, but I did receive a message from her telling me to bring a man who could help me find my mate." He frowned at that. "Why would you do that?" I bit my lip nervously as I thought about how to answer his question. But it wasn't as if I could lie to him anyway because I was asking him for the impossible. "Because my mother wanted me to meet a Werewolf...and you're my Alpha." There was silence. I didn't dare to look at him as my throat began to tighten. What if he rejected me? But then his lips suddenly pressed against my forehead, his scent enveloping me. It was the most wonderful thing ever.