Fated To The Alpha Chapter 223 Novels & Stories

My chest rose and fell unevenly. I kissed, touched, and wanted her. And the worst best part was that I enjoyed every damned moment of it. I wanted more. I still wanted more. My entire body still throbbed with the memory of her warmth. But how could I, Alpha Dairus of Moonfang Pack, be craving for a cursed girl? The girl I rejected in front of everyone. A girl whose existence should have been beneath my attention? What kind of Alpha behaves like this?

Chapter 3: The Alpha's Possession** --- Damon's dark eyes fell on her, and he could feel her trembling beneath his gaze. His eyes never left her until she exited the courtyard. Damon’s smirk was replaced with a grim expression as he turned to his right-hand man, Alfred. "Take her body to my pets in the dungeon," Damon ordered, and Alfred quickly obliged. Alfred, who had served the Alpha as his Beta and right-hand man, wasted no time passing the instructions to the guards. Something told him his Alpha was in a bad mood, and irritating him further was not the wisest choice—unless he had plans of ending up six feet under.

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."

As we stormed through the market, the whispers behind us grew louder. The Alpha’s mate is missing. He’s going to burn the whole village down. They should have treated her better... Good. Let them whisper. Let them fear. Because I was not going to stop. Not until I found her. Not until I ripped apart anyone who dared to harm a single hair on Lyria’s head.

I froze, my lips parting, limbs stiffening into rods and heart stuttering in my chest as I took in the Alpha walking towards us. The voices around me dull down to a murmur, gaze frozen on the person who was busy straightening his jacket. The Alpha was all alone, appearing fit, all long legs, broad shoulders, and trimmed curls. "Zain?" *** Drama incoming soon hehe! What do you think of this chapter? ***

Now I'm quite glad I did. Turns out the witch was right. The Alpha's daughter married the Alpha of Forrest Lake and produced twins but not before she slept with her chosen and ended up having faternal twins concieved of the different mates. I chuckled to myself. I stood up and headed downstairs. To be the Alpha of a Rogue pack you have to be stronger and more ruthless than the rest. That is what I am. All in my pack fear me for they know I don't hesitate. "Beta!" I yelled as soon as I was downstairs. He quickly came to my side.

" When I was young I felt the birth of our true alphas and just as quick as one fell silent another rose up. It wasn't till later in life that I learned of the horror behind such a taboo ritual. Abicus loved her dearly and she just wanted to be free to love. He couldn't change the fates already set in motion nor could he give her freedom. Abicus told me how he set her free and how he begged the moon to show mercy. But he felt his prayers went unanswered so in a rage he killed his chapter. Erasing them from existence and in doing so became the next true alpha. I was young when we met but he trusted so much to me that night. I didn't understand it fully at that time but he was strong. So I beg

(23). When Alpha meets Omega . Chapter 23: you’re stuck with me . It’s no surprise when, at dawn, Carlos feels wet again and wakes from his sleep because of it. This is going to be annoying, and he has to blink away the sleep in his eyes to focus, heat-addled mind trying to go one step ahead of him.

To all of my amazing readers, I want to send out my deepest gratitude for all of your support with not only “Fated to the Alpha’s – Chased by Chaos” but also the rest of the books within the Fated Universe. The beginning of “Fated Rejection – Fated Claim” had been a brief brush stroke that continued until something much bigger evolved. Each new character, each new journey, and each new struggle painted even more depth.

“I want her taken. Quietly. No blood spilled in the packlands. No witnesses.” The tall one tilted his head. “Taken where?” I smiled. “Far.” Silence stretched. The fire cracked. One of them shifted, uneasy. “Kidnapping an Alpha’s mate is a death sentence.” “She is not their mate,” I snapped, the edge slipping into my voice before I could stop it. I inhaled, steadying myself. “Not truly. The bond is flawed. Twisted. I intend to correct it.” “And after she’s taken?” the woman asked. “What then?”