Fated To The Alpha Jessica Hall Wattpad Novels & Stories

Sophie nearly yelled, and nearly —everyone in the hallway turned their attention to the group. “Yes, Father said I would be able to meet my mate” a voice replied, and it undeniably belonged to Jessica, Alpha Ryan’s daughter and Dorothy's half-sister, but she wasn't allowed to call her that. The Alpha had two children, Jessica and James. James is twenty, and he is the future Alpha of the pack, while Jessica is only eighteen, Dorothy’s age. “You are so lucky, knowing that you will meet your mate, it sounds like a fairytale” Sophie stated, which earned a scoff from Zac, her mate.

He feared the unknown, feared something like this happening. And now his worst nightmare had come true. I knew he would blame himself, even though it wasn’t his fault. The Moon Goddess, who gave life and took it away, had called the Alpha home. There was no questioning that. “Do you know where Williams is?” I finally asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Jessica hesitated. “He’s either in the house or with the council of elders, preparing for the funeral.” A fresh wave of sorrow washed over me. The Alpha had treated me like a daughter. He had protected me, made sure I was safe, made sure I felt at home here. And now he was gone. The pain of his loss twisted in my chest, sharp and unrelenti

I’d rather be perceived as cruel and merciless than be kind and disrespected. “Oh, I poured the wine over your head, right?” I questioned, releasing my Alpha aura. “Are you sure that’s what happened?” Her audience gasped, realizing I was an Alpha. “Apart from Belle, we haven’t seen a female Alpha in this pack, and there wasn’t any other pack invited.” “Is she a friend of Belle?” “Stand up!” I ordered, making Jessica flinch. “You said I poured wine all over you, right?” “You did!” Jessica yelled.

He knew she was only behaving like that because her father, Nicholas was an Alpha of the blue moon park under him so the Alpha blood was running through her viens but whether Alpha or not he could kill both father and daughter under a few seconds without even breaking a sweat. Jayden stood up and walked towards Klara as he stood he front of her and he looked down at her “ Klara remember I asked you if you had a hand in letting my mate out of the mansion and what did you tell me ” He asked as his right hand shifted into sharp claws and he grabbed Klara's neck and lifted her up from her kneeling position into a standing position and his sharp claws sank into her neck as blood trailed down stai

It simply existed like weather—unavoidable, unargued with, and never questioned twice. At the front stood Lyra Varr. She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t shaking. Her hands were folded neatly, her chin lifted, her expression set into something sharp enough to cut. Grief, on her, looked like command. The name hanging in the air—spoken in silence more than sound—was the one inside the coffin. Caelan Varr. Alpha. Dead. Sable swallowed and fixed her gaze on the lid. She told herself she didn’t know him. Not truly.

But seeing that same wristwatch I've fantasized about day and night on another man's wrist almost drives me nuts. Wait, why exactly is Allister Blackwaters here right now? What is he doing with a poor, desperate Omega? Desperate… That’s the word. Jess is desperate, and it seems her desperation to climb into a Pack’s top status is what fuels her to go straight for Alphas instead of men at the same level and rank with her. So, she left me, and immediately, she's jumping onto another Alpha bed? But this time around, it's not just any Alpha. It's the Lycan king!

I didn't have to wait long. "You really made a mess of things, little witch." I looked up. Standing by the iron gate was Alpha Clinton. He looked older, his hair greying at the temples, a smug, predatory light in his eyes that I remembered all too well from my childhood. I hadn't seen him since the night everything burned. "What do you want, Clinton?" I asked, my voice cracking. "To save your life," he said, stepping into the dim light. "You’re a witch in wolf territory. You’re already dead; you just don't know it yet. The pack won't keep you. They’ll string you up by sunrise."

I cast a suspicious look at her Alpha, who stood behind Kaelion. “And you’re blaming Jessa. Why? More likely, she’s too afraid to name her attacker.” The Alpha growled under his breath. Kaelion lifted both hands, as though calling for order. “Regardless of who attacked her, we can’t ignore the bad omen. Jessa Malraux was meant to survive the night in the dark woods, yet you and these other Alphas pulled her out. You have brought disaster upon us.” “If you’re suggesting we put her back, I can assure you I will kill you before I let that happen,” I answered. I hadn’t meant to threaten Kaelion, but every word was true. I wasn’t about to let Jessa be sent back to that place—to that demon.

“You just brought it into the light sooner.” She flinched. “So it’s my fault.” “No.” The word was sharp. “It is the fault of greedy Alphas who see something they cannot control and want to break it or possess it. It is my fault for not seeing the snake in my house. It is not your fault for existing.” She searched my eyes, looking for the lie, finding none. Some of the tension left her shoulders. “What will happen to Jessica?” she asked. “She will be dealt with.” I offered no details. The less she knew, the safer she was.