Fated And Claimed By Four Alphas Novels & Stories

My stomach churned with fury. I wasn’t even ready for a mate. Let alone a nobody. But then, a thought slithered through my mind, dark and dangerous. There was a way out of this. In our world, mates who were deemed unworthy were cast out—hunted, destroyed. And I know that should an omega ever get rejected by a powerful alpha, most wolves never survived it. To say nothing of an overall Alpha king. She would definitely die if I rejected her. She wouldn’t survive it, but perhaps I would care in my next world.

“The union of an Alpha… and the one Moon has chosen to be his companion. In love. In strength. In will.” There’s a subtle shift in the room. He doesn’t say mate yet. Not immediately. He makes them wait for it. “By the ancient laws that govern our kind, no rank, no council, and no voice may overrule the will of a fated bond… or the claim of an Alpha.” His gaze flicks, just briefly, toward Damon. Then to me. “Though a union as this is… uncommon —they are not forbidden” The word lands like a blade wrapped in silk.

Damien stood slowly and crossed to the railing, leaning against it, staring into the woods. “You can rest now,” he said without looking at her. “You don’t need to keep fighting every minute. You’re safe here. For as long as you need.” Her throat tightened. “And what if Margaret disagrees?” He finally turned, and the moonlight made his eyes look almost gold. “I am the Alpha,” he said. “Even she will fall in line.” His voice was low but absolute. There was no room for argument. Ryleigh stood, unsure what she was doing, but compelled by some invisible pull. She walked to the railing beside him, close enough to feel the heat of his body.

Dante cursed angrily, throwing down his sword with a metallic clang and running his gold-ringed fingers through his hair. “She’s mate.” Caius hissed, but the easy-going smirk had dropped from his face too, unsettling me further. Were we all connected somehow? No…I shook my head, refusing to believe the four elites could be bonded to me by fate. “Do you have any idea where you are?” The hazel-eyed wolf who was the quietest of them whispered. I’d heard stories of the four Alphas of one of the powerful pack in all of Shadow ville. Dante, the King Alpha, poor in attitude and rich in power.

About the first Alpha who caught it and snapped, claiming me before I’d even learned what the mate bond was. I told him about the next. And the next. How each time, they marked me almost immediately—some gentle, some rough, none of them asking. As if fate gave them permission to bypass consent. I told him what came after—the descent. The madness. The blood. Four Alphas buried. One driven to the brink of sanity. Five packs burned through like kindling leading up to yesterday’s events with the fifth dead alpha. Each one thinking they would be the one to fix it.

We were not merely two wolves brought together by circumstance, but rather a fated pair destined to confront the forces that threatened our pack. The forgotten past revealed a prophecy, whispered in hushed tones through the ages. It spoke of an Alpha and a chosen one, bound by a sacred bond and destined to face a formidable adversary. The true nature of the rogues that had captured Alpha Damien was far more sinister than we had ever imagined. They were not mere outcasts but a malevolent force seeking to shatter the delicate balance between light and darkness.

I also took a deep breath as I adjusted myself on the chair which I just sat on. “And you told him about the prophecy?” “Yes, my Alpha.” Beta Jensen bowed. The Westwood pack has been trying to form an alliance with Dominic Sterling, the Alpha of the neighboring Ironfang pack, following the prophecy relayed by the pack’s moon priestess but Dominic would not agree to join hands with us. I smirked. I clicked my tongue and cleared my throat. “Then we can only depend on ourselves. How’s the training going at the border?” I inquired, turning my face to General Rhodes.

The current Alpha and former Alphas were very out-dated with their views surrounding women and mates too. Fated mates are the mate you are meant to wait for, the mate that our own moon goddess has selected for you, the one that is perfect for you. Yet our Alpha prefers to keep all pack members within the pack and not allow members to leave, even when meeting fated mates, so in order to maintain this, fated mates are almost unheard of in our pack, and most are chosen mates or even arranged marriages set up by our very own Alpha or the parents within pack.

We would repeat the narrative until it felt like truth, real truth Ivy the cursed. Ivy the forsaken. The omega who returns and brings death and trouble Numbers would grow Doubt would spread. And when the time came - when we were no longer five, but fifteen… twenty… more ,-- Even red eyes would not be enough to stop us. If I cannot have the Alphas -- No one will. And this pack will remember who truly belongs.....

The only red flag in the midst of inky black flags. The four alphas were the fantasies everyone listed and reamed about but nobody had enough guts to approach them for the fear of being devoured. They were forbidden, untouchable and nearly God-like and the fact that I was the only one who out of everyone else —the lowest of the low—had suddenly captured their interests, seemed to rub people off the wrong way. People who thought themselves more worthy than I was, like Helena who would have been the perfect match for them.