Fated To My Alphas Robin Falcon Novels & Stories

“I have something to tell you” Alpha Seven managed to say. Alpha Seven is the heir to the throne of the Alpha, Alpha Cloud of the undefeated wolves. Right there, at night time, he laid gently in the garden with his hands behind his head and his lover, Hazel, lying peacefully on his chest as they watched the stars together.

m for the first look at the book cover. 10 years after he took over as the Alpha of the Mystic Pack, Alpha Adan Stone Robinson had yet to find his mate, but with the clock ticking down and the desire to produce an heir, he was left with no choice but to find a suitable breeder. An Omega would be a perfect choice, someone who could give him a son and would not make his life complicated.

"You have a lot of nerve threatening me, little wolf." I barely saw those golden eyes flicker before Rollin cut between us, his face drawn tight with remorse and what I could only assume was frustration. His slanted grey eyes pierced into me, and I faltered, despite my best intentions. "Stand down, Robin. This is not your fight, his sin cannot be undone, and you cannot save him. I order you to stand down, as your Alpha! You are still the Beta's daughter, there's no reason for you to die here too."

120 ISABELLA My right arm felt like solid lead, the muscles twitching with a cold, kinetic energy that didn't belong to me. Below the jagged piece of glass clamped in my fist, Rohan was perfectly still. The pale moonlight caught the sharp edge of his jaw, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and the faint, pale scars on his neck. He was entirely defenseless, sleeping deeply because he trusted me more than anyone else in the world. Drive it down, Rose’s voice commanded, a heavy, suffocating pressure slamming into the back of my skull. Show him what happens to Alphas who think they can outrun their bloodlines.

came Ryker’s voice from behind, “But hey, it’s not the end of the world. Just calm down, go in with an open mind, and who knows, maybe one of the pretty wolves will catch your eye.” I turned toward him, shooting a glare his way. He was already dressed in his own suit, but it was unbuttoned at the top, but that was mostly because he couldn’t be bothered to follow protocol unless he absolutely had to. “I’m not looking for someone to catch my eye. I’m looking for someone who can help me fortify my position as Alpha. Preferably someone whose bloodline won’t cause more damn problems than it solves.” Ryker let out a low whistle, then grinned. “Gods, you make it sound like you’re drafting a busines

He deflowered her, took what I craved. Rage boiled in my veins, my chest heaving as I gripped the bedpost, wood splintering under my fingers. How could she give herself to him? To that war-mongering prick who already lorded me over everything else. My wolf, Frost, snarled inside my head, his presence cold and sharp like a blade against my skull. “Second again, huh? Always the runner-up to Thornveil.” I shook my head trying to silence him, but he pushed harder, his voice a low growl. “Fearless alphas? They chant his name first. Battle lords? Him before you. Now even her body bows to him first. Pathetic.”

It had been almost too easy. That was the thing about Alphas — their desperation always outran their judgment. All that power, all that carefully constructed authority, and the moment they caught the scent of a fated mate they became something embarrassingly simple. Ryker Bloodmoon had built a fortress, commanded a pack of hundreds, survived more assassination attempts than most warlords — and within two hours of finding me unconscious at his border, he had carried me to his own bed and held me while I pretended to sleep. The bond had worked exactly as The Covenant's mages promised. One whiff of the altered chemistry and thirty-eight years of hardened Alpha instinct had folded like paper.

She needed the identity of those Alphas. "You are right. The documents should be in father's study. Let's check them out." As soon as they got to the study, Godiva broke down in tears. She could feel her father's presence heavily because he spent a lot of time there. It wasn't long for Theresa to locate the documents. From the way they were kept in the drawer beside his desk, there was great importance attached to it from everything else. Godiva's last bit of hope began to dwindle when Theresa read the names; "Alpha Alonso, Alpha Storm, Alpha Bond, Alpha Brick, Alpha Caesar, Alpha Jax and Alpha Ice. They are just as fierce as their name sounds."

Nolan sighed as he checked the time on his phone, which he hoped was discreetly, for the fifteenth time. As the future alpha king surely, there were more important matters that he could be attending to. The she wolf in front of him was certainly attractive, but that was all he could say for her. What was her name again? April? Alice? Allison? Alyssa? Yes, that’s her name. Alyssa. She is the only child of Alpha Scott of the Harvest Moon Pack.

then what was I? "Look," my voice was soft in the courtyard that was empty save for us. "I'm not going to say this again. But perhaps you need it to be explained to you like a child..." I took a step forward, but she didn't move, keeping her doe-eyes gaze on mine. "Stay away from my Alphas. They're MINE. You missed your chance," I smiled triumphantly. "And I don't take kindly to people who try to take what's mine."