El Alfa Sin Pelo Novels & Stories

ELARIAN “Mate!” My wolf said with a very bold and clear voice as I watched Aeros exit the bar and disappear from my view. I was surprised to hear that, and for a minute, I thought I hadn’t heard it clearly. But then it came again, and this time, there was no mistaking it. My wolf had just clearly told me that he was my mate, and there was no going back. Aeros, the cold Alpha who made me sign a contract to become his property, was my mate. The contract clearly stated that we were not to have any emotional ties, so this had only made the situation much more complicated.

he will immediately become the new alpha. Alpha Mario, several times jumped and attacked, but Sandro dodged ... as if he was playing with the alpha. And now, Alpha Mario's wolf with brownish fur in color is opening its fangs that are already filled with saliva ... meant to be threatening ... but it made Sandro and Marco think it was really stupid and disgusting.

I was terrified at first sight. Alpha is at his early 40's I guess? His features and body built is near with my father, if could I just compare them two, they'll look exactly at the same age and posture— no. Not exactly. Alpha Eugene has a dealer face feature, sharp cunning eyes, pointed nose, think lips and thick eyebrows. He is tanned, hair is kinda long and has a scar at this forehead. I might not seen it before, but I think he is surely strong. Iron string— he might even fit to be a real wolf Alpha. I was busy mesmerizing him when embarrassment ate over me. I... I WAS STILL STANDING AND GIVING HIM THAT CHECKING LOOK WHEN EVERY ONE IS FUCKING SITTED!

I muttered, pulling off my helmet. The door opened before I knocked. Corvin stood there barefoot, gray hair tied back, leather vest hanging open over skin inked with symbols I didn’t recognize and didn’t like. His eyes—sharp, bright, too knowing—flicked over me. “Took you long enough, Alpha,” he said. “Moon’s been screaming for days.” I scowled. “You could’ve sent a memo.” He snorted and stepped aside. “Come in before the forest decides you’re rude.”

As all Alphas have some are stronger than others. His freshly styled pompadour chocolate hair stood resolute against the calming autumn breeze, not one strand out of place. Rugged facial hair that made him look dangerous. His chiselled muscles just aching to burst from his well fitted white shirt and black slacks. With a noticeable thick black etching of tattoo's down both arms. A part of me wanted to see what else he has hiding beneath his clothes. Then my eyes met his they were sapphire blue, the pure rage he was sending my way was strong and unbearable, as if something inside me ached for his affection.

But nobody cared to see, nobody paid me any attention. But Alpha Kael wasn't done either. He yanked his pet up by her hair, his hands ripped through her clothes, exposing her bare hips for all to see. I shrunk back instinctively, my hands flying to my mouth. Burned into her skin, was a scar, running from her bellybutton horizontally disappearing at the small of her back, was a cruel and jagged words “ALPHA KAEL PET”. The brand glowed faintly against her old scars. The room gasped, and many chuckled in twisted amusement.

Please kindly read chapter 1. “You bastard! Why did you make a role of Rape/Ugly Bastard anyway?!” Koji yelled at them. “We got horny,” Iqbal said. “Asshole!” Koji hit their heads with his sheathed sword. Mereka saw Pinto flying through the sky out of the blue. “What is that?!” Koji exclaimed. “It looks like your friend, Alfi is the Alfa.” The guy with tome appeared. “Alfi is the Alfa?! Alfa the world protector?!” Koji was shocked.

What crazy trick was the moon goddess playing on me today? I stood transfixed in the spot, my eyes never leaving Alpha Phineas. I had Heard a lot about this alpha. He was known as the "Fun Loving Alpha." He was a towering figure, standing at 6'4" with broad shoulders and a muscular build. He had chiseled features, with a strong jawline and piercing grey eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief. His hair was a rich, golden blond, styled in messy spikes that gave him a carefree and devil-may-care appearance.

'Kael, my brave boy—stay back! Elian, suspended in the vision's ethereal grip, felt a jolt like lightning through his soul. Kael. The name anchored him, threads of recognition weaving through the horror. This trembling child, with his tousled raven hair and stormy gaze, was him—the alpha chained in the hideout, the man whose touch ignited Elian's world. The pieces shattered into place: the blindfold, the bloodlust, the chains. All born from this moment, this pact forged in desperation.

Fear. “You’re my mate” the elder said, voice booming. “The bond cannot lie” Damon’s face twisted in disgust. “I… I don’t… I can’t…” “Yes you can,” the elder said. “You are an Alpha. You cannot reject your mate. Not without consequences to the pack.” Isla’s stomach sank. She had hoped for freedom. She had hoped for exile. But now she was trapped. Damon’s jaw tightened. He turned away, looking anywhere but at her.