Esposa Del Alfa Novels & Stories

I slowly said, “I am not Stella.” Marcela, who was in the middle of looking into her bag to take out her phone, stopped and looked at me, “You are not?” “No. It is Emma. Enna Whitemane, the Alpha's wife.” Marcela looked shocked for a while and did not try to hide it, she scanned me from head to toe right then and there. After a brief moment of silence, she said, “Oh, I see. I think I misunderstood.” “No worries.” I returned her smile.

Could she not digest the fact that I was moving on to bigger and better things without her? “Reina married an Alpha last night,” Mariana revealed, her voice trembling slightly. “What?” The word exploded out of me. I nearly dropped my wine glass, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim. “Married? To whom? What Alpha would take a disgraced, illegitimate omega like her?”

"Official girlfriend? Isn't our Alpha already married? Where did this official girlfriend come from?" “ Of course it ’ s fake. If he were really married, how could he possibly let his wife be his secretary? That’ s such hard work. This one is the real deal. I heard she even saved Alpha’ s life, and her family background is excellent. She just returned from studying abroad, and she’s the perfect match for Alpha.” “Oh, if Alpha ends up with her, what will happen to our Luna?” "That's so funny! What else can you do? A sparrow flying onto a branch can't turn into a phoenix, so of course it has to go back to its own sparrow's nest!"

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

"You're too energetic to be related to him." That made Connor laugh. "I get that a lot. Adrian can be intense, but he means the best for the family." I scoffed and looked up at the balcony. It's empty, shadows obscuring most of it. "Does the term family extend to his wife?" "Of course, of course!" He exclaimed a bit too quickly. "Madam Chiara is well taken care of." Chiara. My mate's name is Chiara. Iron coated my tongue as I bit my cheeks so hard I drew blood. "It doesn't seem like it."

"Oh, Clara. Still lying to yourself, I see. That dress, that necklace... you're not here as an assistant. You're here as bait." "Bait for what?" "For him." She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Everyone knows Alistair Blackwood doesn't keep assistants. He destroys them. The last one ended up in the hospital, remember? And the one before that? She disappeared." "Maybe they were incompetent." "Maybe they were human." Lydia's eyes gleamed. "But you're not human, are you, Clara? You're a wolf. A rejected Omega. And he's an Alpha who's been alone for five years. Tell me... has he mentioned the mate bond yet?"

“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!”

That is why Alpha's are usually careful about the kind if person they put in that position. I look up from her profile that I was reading to her face when I see a piece of shocking information. She's Drew's wife!? She's talked about herself, her nineteen-year-old daughter, whom she calls Victoria, and her achievement in the pack but conveniently left out the fact that she's not just mated but also married to Drew, my dad's Beta.

she shouted over the music, laughing as people cheered and danced around us. She leaned closer, guiding me toward a group of women. “That’s Lina, Sofia, and Diana,” she said, pointing to each of them in turn. They all looked effortlessly elegant, glowing with confidence, and very expensive. “Ladies, this is Alora,” Cheska added with a sly smile. “Rome’s wife.” "Oh! So it's true then,” Lina shockingly muttered. “He's already married?" "Sweet and innocent is really his type. Nice to meet you, Alora." Diana smiled.

she said smoothly, crossing one leg over the other. Ricardo scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “Hmph.” Martina’s gaze swept over the room, her lips curling in slight disdain. It was hard to believe that Elena was gone now, but this woman—Alfonso’s second wife—had clearly taken her place. Another weak-willed woman, no doubt. But as long as Alfonso kept the money flowing, it didn’t really matter who filled the role.