El Alfa Esposa Novels & Stories

She was really not interested in listening to bloggers who would come online and spread fake rumours, but the pictures of both her and Alpha Nelson caught her eyes. BREAKING NEWS! Alpha Nelson, the greatest Alpha in the country, with the biggest firms and companies, very well known and famous, had finally ended his relationship with his contracted wife, Mrs. Grace Valdez. Reports have it that she was barren and can't produce an heir for the Divine's family. While Sophia, the lady his parents had always wanted him to get married to, was sent away, pregnant and hopeless, a... Grace was listening to the bullshit, and when she got upset, annoyed, and frustrated, she pressed the remote control an

I say gently, trying to grab his attention. “Hey,” His voice is deep with an Italian accent, he’s a middle aged man with part graying hair and dark eyes, his eyes scan me over, a deep furrow in his brows. “I know you, you are the queen of our Alpha, my wife and I saw you on the TV the other day, you are quite beautiful, miss. So what can I do for you?” I look around, hoping no one is around to hear our conversation. Married to Alpha Enrique means that my life is no longer private, every single thing I do is being monitored.

I asked with a frown. "It's the late Alpha Dire's wife," Alpha Siluria replied quietly. "His wife? I thought that old witch had died," I said. "His second wife, Jessica Fay. Younger, more sinister, and far more unhinged," Alpha Siluria clarified. "Apologies, Your Highness, I meant to say witch."

She said this, slumping on the chair in front of her and gulping down a glass of water she had taken from the table. "Excuse me, but do I know you?" Alpha Cameroon asked her. He had never seen her anywhere, and she did not look like one of the bitches he had been screwing behind his wife's back. "You are joking, right?" She laughed, but when he looked at her with a serious expression, she placed the glass back on the table. "Are you serious? I am Alina, Alpha Killan's wife." She said, and then continued, "I've been talking to you for almost a year now." She took out her phone from her purse and showed him his number on her favorite list.

~Zella~ As soon as his wife was out of the room, and it was only the two of us left in the room, Alpha Declan finally spoke. “Did you hear my wife’s decision?” he asked. “Yes Alpha, loud and clear,” I responded calmly. “Are you going to send me away too? Even though you know deep in your heart that I am the only one who can find that person who is trying to kill your beloved son?” “You know me well,” he said calmly, his eyes flashing with the aloofness I was already accustomed to.

“Rhett-fucking-Butler,” Joy says. We’re on the couch, my head in her lap, as she strokes my hair. We’re eating a plate of lemon cookies she baked. She stuffs one into her mouth. “He’s an alpha,” she says, with her mouth full of cookie. “And you’re fated mates. He should have ripped off your clothes, made love to you on the stairwell, and made you beg him for forgiveness, if you get my drift!”

“So what do we do about this? How do we even handle an alpha that beats his own Luna?” “I don’t even think there’s a manual for that because it has never happened. At least not in the history of my own pack,” a different Alpha chipped in. I smirked. “While I believe there are different ways to handle such a person, I would still like to take a moment to step back because my wife also has something to share. In regard to this whole marital alliance and our daughter’s gifts.” The room fell silent again, and everyone turned to Elena. She exhaled before taking majestic steps towards me.

They murmured among themselves, unable to believe that the Alpha King was the husband she claimed worked offshore. Granny Daisy stepped forward, eager to fulfill her promise to shove Zevara’s husband in their faces. “Yes, everyone, the Alpha King is Elena’s husband and the father of her unborn children,” she said, facing the Power Puffs ladies squarely. “I hope everyone can now rest from trying to figure out if she is married or making it all up.” The ladies knew Granny Daisy was referring to them, so Mrs. Lucas, who was the head of the group, let out a humorless laugh. “Well… I have always known that her husband would be someone influential—”

Charles let out a huge sigh and removed his hands from mine, rubbing his face with them. “You’re still struggling to get the whole picture, Elena. That sort of alpha wife is not just my mother’s ideal. It’s the way things are done in an alpha household. It doesn’t matter if it’s mine or someone else’s.”

she fired at me. Theresa and I had a thing. It was more than a thing while it lasted, but all of that came to an end from the first time I set my eyes on Elara. She was the woman I was going to get married to. Theresa Bradford. The daughter of the Alpha of the Luscious Pack. We met about three years ago, when she had assured me that she wanted a marriage in name only. I told her that I couldn't give her that, as I had even given up on love, but she wasn't having it.