Fake Alpha Novels & Stories

"You know how I've always been there for you, like a mother? Well, the thing is..." Kaelan looks at Alice, confusion growing in his eyes. "What do you mean like a mother? You are my mother. You're starting to scare me now." Taking a deep breath, I step forward, standing beside Alice. I offer Kaelan a reassuring smile. "Kaelan, I understand this might be difficult to grasp, but I need you to trust us. Alice is not your real mother." Kaelan's eyes widen in shock as he processes my words. His gaze flickers between Alice and me, his confusion evident. "What do you mean, she's not my real mother? If it's not her, then who is?"

Now that the fake Alpha Cameroon was depending on her for her share, she had made it clear that if Beta Harris refused to pay them because of her carelessness, then she would forward their conversation to Alpha Killan, which was enough to send her behind bars. "Well, just keep on making excuses. Alina, when the sun rises without my share reflecting on my back account, trust me. I'll be left with no choice but to expose you." The fake Alpha Cameroon reminded her. "I know, just be..." Before she could finish, the fake Alpha Cameroon hung up. She has never let her finish talking anyway, since day one

she said, her voice laced with concern. "Oh my God, I hope this isn't what I'm thinking," Anna remarked, her fingers flying across the keyboard. I leaned in, curious. "What are you thinking about?" I asked. Anna's eyes met mine, and I could see the realization dawning on her. "That the Ortega's are using multiple fake accounts to comment on your page so you can be disqualified," she confirmed. My eyes widened in shock. That would be a dirty move, but it made sense. The Ortega's would stop at nothing to win.

I said, firmly. "Are you sure about that? You know, you could always join mine. We're the Brown pack, one of the best in the country. We're strong and loyal, but we're also nice and fair. Our Alpha is amazing, wise, and generous. Oh, and by the way, he's single," she said, giving me a playful wink. “No, thanks. I’m not interested. I’m happy being alone,” I said, firmly.

but I had no more cards up my sleeve. I’ll have to protect Kaia another time, further down the line…for now I just need to get Alma out of here, and bartering Kaia was the only thing I had left. “You? You don’t have access to the White Wolf?” Alpha Miso laughs out, his chuckle patronising as he stares down at me, moving away from the desk to stand in front of me. “Kaia Varon, Alpha to the Dark Phantom pack…yes, I know her.” I keep my chin high, keep my

He started, and I held my breath, waiting. " A phatom Alpha can be vaguely described as mind manipulator..." He explained.. " They are existences that are meant to chip in during global crisis, when things are about to escalate beyond just swords, daggers, fangs, and claws." He went on.. " They can use their gift to manipulate minds, to plant ideas, and pain." He wore a teasing smile as he said that, looking at me. He was probably referring to that hellfire and cold that I had been subjected to the other day.

"I’m sure." The black-market healer tried to persuade me one last time. "But this is the Silver Moon Pack’s highest Alpha mark. Countless she-wolves dream of bearing this claim. If you wash it off, you’ll lose all your privileges within the territory. You’ll be treated as a packless Rogue." "I want to be a Rogue." I lay down on the cold operating table. "Please, just get on with it." "Very well. Once the procedure is done, I’ll inject you with a high-grade Alpha Scent Masker—it will completely cloak your natural scent for a week. The Alpha won’t suspect a thing."

"You agreed to protection. To a bond that would keep you safe. That's exactly what you got." "From another Omega. Not an Alpha. Do you know how that looks? How people will react when they find out?" "Nobody has to find out. As far as anyone knows, I'm Alpha. That's what my registration says. That's what everyone believes." "Your registration is fake?" "Yes. Like yours. Like Elias's. We all have forged documents to be here." "But yours says Alpha when you're Omega?" "Yes. It was easier to hide that way. Alphas don't get the same scrutiny. Don't need suppressants. Don't show obvious symptoms."

"Forgot to put it on silent! I was just live-streaming for the Neighborhood Alpha Watch fan club!" "Hailey, we are in the middle of a major tactical situation!" Aaliyah groaned, her focus still glued to her screen. "I know! I was helping!" Hailey protested, shoving her phone forward. On her screen, the night-vision view of the foundry was overlaid with a bizarre, shimmering, rainbow-colored effect. "Check out this new filter on my streaming app! It's called 'Aura Goggles,' it's supposed to let you see people's emotional energy. Look, it's making all these weird, human-shaped pixel blobs shimmer all over the place! Super trippy, right?"

“Al..alpha this is fake! You know I would never do this to the pack. I have been nothing but loyal right from the time of your father. You have to believe me, Alpha! She cried. I blinked slowly, trying not to show my glee of having my two biggest headaches out of the way for a while. “The evidence in your hand begs to plead otherwise. No?” “This is a fake Alpha!” “Are you accusing me of doctoring files just to implicate you?” I barked, lifted a finger and let a trickle of Alpha aura waft through the air. Sweat covered Greta’s face immediately. She looked down and shook her head.