Fated Alpha, Forbidden Love Novels & Stories

Her heels click sharply against the marble as she storms into the kitchen, her thin lips pressed into a permanent frown. “Why are you moving so slowly?” she snaps. “The royalties will be awake any minute.” Royalties. I swallow. That means my father. And Xavier. “I’m finishing the tea,” I replied quietly, keeping my eyes lowered. She scoffs. “You should have finished ten minutes ago. Do you think being the Alpha’s daughter excuses you from your duties?” Alpha’s daughter. The title feels like a joke. “No, ma’am.” “Then move!” The kettle shrieks, and I quickly pour the tea into porcelain cups marked with the Blackwood crest — a crescent moon wrapped around a wolf.

I glared at him, waiting for his next words. "You’re an alpha. You are our alpha. It was your fate that was laid for you to be like this. You can’t fight it unless you perish. " I know what he’s talking about. "Meshka is doing just fine." "For now, yes. Because your fate hasn’t crossed reality yet. But once the pack needs you, whatever it takes, by hook or by crook, you’ll have no choice but to play your part as the leader of the pack. Just like how loyal a ‘JUST A SUBORDINATE’ is to his alpha. "

Faye's Pov Our pack is struggling and what better way to save it than a marriage alliance. The Alpha's daughter is married off to another Alpha in hopes of building ties. The daughter, in this case, is me. I remember when my father told me about the marriage alliance. I screamed in his face and slammed the door. I hated him for trying to marry me off to a man I didn't know. I swore at him for trying to enslave me to a powerful pack in the name of marriage but that was until I realized who I was getting married to — Alpha Damon of the Crescent Moon Pack. The man who saved my life 5 years ago.

Oddly enough, she wanted to laugh at how overdramatic he was. “You think I don’t know you never wanted me to be Luna of the Nightclaw Pack? You just wanted me as a servant and a blood bank for Lyra! And now you expect me to keep doing my job as Luna in front of everyone while you cheat with her?” Selina asked coldly. Alaric’s brow furrowed, anger flashing in his eyes. Before he could respond, she went on. “I, Selina Frostveil, reject you, Alpha Alaric Blackthorn, as my mate.”

Let him claim us. But I wasn’t ready. He pulled back, shaking, his breath ragged, his Alpha’s dominance suffocating yet protective. His hand cupped my jaw as he pressed his forehead to mine. “I would wait forever for you,” he vowed. “But my wolf… he already knows you’re ours.” And I knew then, this wasn’t just desire. It was inevitable, fated and final. ALE’S POV The next morning, I could barely keep the grin off my face as I drove to the Rossi villa. After years of betrayal, after Elisabetta, after the scars my father left, I finally found her. My luna. My mate.

“That’s where you come in.” Fenrik blinked again. “Me?” “Yes,” she said, turning to him with bright eyes. “You want your rights back, right? You want to challenge for Alpha? I’ll help you win. Once you become the next Alpha-to-be, Lya’s going to run straight to you instead. She’s power-hungry. That’ll ruin the wedding, and Rhunar will finally see the truth—and choose me.” Fenrik pulled up in front of the Pack’s college, slowly bringing the car to a stop. But he didn’t move.

“Her lineage may not be pure, considering she's your illegitimate daughter but the alliance will outweigh her... deficiencies.” My blood ran cold. What alliance? What deficiencies? I eased closer to the partially open door, careful not to make a sound. The sound of chairs scraping against the stone floor followed, as if someone had stood. “This decision is final,” the Alpha said. “It’s for the good of the pack.”

“Because she’s not just anyone. Her blood is older than any Alpha’s reign. Older than the mate bond that ties her to him. And there are those who would kill to taste it.” His hand drifted toward the bottle, but he didn’t drink. Ayla. His Ayla. The woman he was going to marry. She had returned changed—stronger, more distant, cloaked in something wild. Something ancient. And worst of all… she was claimed by him. Maybe helping Sera would make Ayla see what she’d thrown away. Maybe betrayal was the only thing he had left. Maybe. Just Maybe. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

My heart raced, my pulse pounding in my ears as I fought to stay calm, to keep the rising panic at bay. He was so close—too close. I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his muscles were coiled. His breath was warm against my skin, and the sheer proximity of him was overwhelming. The air between us crackled with a dangerous energy, and I felt like I was teetering on the edge of something dark and terrifying. “I am the alpha of this territory,” Aiden said, his voice low and filled with a dangerous edge. “A creature of the night, a ruler of the forest. And you, Isabella, have been cursed by fate to be my mate—a position you are woefully unprepared for.”