Fated To The Alpha Series Novels & Stories

“ I was meant to be the alpha but the super whatever had to come along and that idiot was crowned the alpha! “ “ That doesn’t make sense! You could have been his beta! “ “ I didn’t want to be a beta! “ “ Fidele untie her!” Orion commanded but Fidele and Ervin didn’t budge. “ I am the Alpha! “ “ I’m the alpha ,son, I was there before you and since you’re not competent enough to listen to me I’ll make you a deal, tell you pretty mate to transfer all her powers to me and I’ll let you go “

One that needs to be put in her place at every turn. He has since taken another mate. A chosen mate. Not a fated or a second chance mate because an Alpha is stronger with a mate. I've heard rumours that Father was ready to give up after my mother died but his Beta and best friend got him out of it. I believed the story myself, until I found out the truth.

how I have missed these moments. I wiped the tear forming in my eyes hurriedly and looked up at Alfred who was also affected by the cry of death seeping through the door, to see him seated beside me with his head thrown backwards in silent agony, with his fist clenched tight on the arm rest and my heart shattered for him, because as Alpha, the pain of the wolves death will be heavily on him, for he had failed to protect them…failed in his duty as Alpha. “Alpha?” Andre called from behind the door and Alfred eyes jerked open, lifted his head up and ordered;

The familiar pain was a steady reminder of all I’d lost at my fated mate’s hands and the reason I was Alpha now. “You’ve always been destined to be Alpha. After all, I’ve always been here, within you.” Amary whispered in a dry tone within my sea of consciousness. “Yeah? Then, what do you say about Marc, the to-be-alpha who fell for Dylan’s schemes?” I said in the most sarcastic voice I could muster. “Marc is also destined to be alpha. His pack has been waiting for his arrival for centuries now.” I tuned out Amary’s words, not caring to listen. Her words were as delusional as always.

I inquired, turning my face to General Rhodes. “I have a report to make regarding that, my alpha.” General Rhodes replied to me. My face wrinkled as I leaned forward on my chair. “It’s about Freya. The daughter of the traitor.” He continued, and I fell even deeper into a pool of confusion. “And how does the training have anything to do with her?” I asked him, flipping my hands and gently hitting them on my laps. “Alpha Victor. Freya is a curse to this land. Her presence alone is a thorn in our flesh, not to talk of how she is influencing the young wolves to question the pack's rules.” General Rhodes' voice came out sharp and the hall was instantly filled with murmurs.

"You are too late. The fate of your Alpha is sealed. Prepare to witness his transformation into a harbinger of darkness." Dread washed over me as I realized the magnitude of what was at stake. Our fight had taken a devastating turn, and the fate of our beloved Alpha hung in the balance. With a heavy heart, we continued to battle, clinging to the sliver of hope that remained.

and “the alpha’s claim.” I clenched my fists, heart hammering. I wasn’t sure what it meant exactly, but I knew I was in deeper than ever. That afternoon, I ran into Ronan, one of Kade’s closest packmates, near the market. He gave me a long, appraising look. “Not many humans survive what you did,” he said quietly. “And even fewer get claimed.” I forced a smile. “I don’t even know what that means.” He shrugged. “It means you’re part of this world now. Whether you like it or not.”

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.

he divulged, I heaved a deep sigh. “Who are you? Where are you from?” “Jeremiah is the one and true Alpha, no one can take that away from us. It’s our fate and our destiny to make sure he sits on that throne. We’re coming, this is just the tip of what’s to come, we’re not running. It’s called regrouping, you’ll be dead when we return” I held his throat, growling in anger as I dug my claws into his stomach, making a huge hole as I watched his lungs and intestines, leave his body. I couldn’t allow him to finish his words, his words pissed me off and he doesn’t deserve to leave.

Alana’s POV “My name is Alana, the supposed Luna of Moonlight Pack. Today is my coronation and wedding to Alpha Jared…” I paused, contemplating whether it was safe to say my story or not. “Okay, so why are you here?” I looked down, weighing the risk of exposing myself to this Alpha against the possibility of being returned to the prison. Suddenly, he picked up a blade placed on the tray beside him, inspecting its sharp edges with an unsettling calmness, and said, “You have just one minute to speak. I don’t mind spilling your blood right here, and trust me, my blade never misses.”