Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers Novels & Stories

“It means butterfly—in some language we know nothing about. Our Alpha probably made it up.” “I wouldn’t be surprised,” Damon muttered. “Your Alpha sounds like a sick fuck, messing with bonds like that.” I mirrored his frown. This was unheard of—forced mate bonds. I had never even heard of this pack before, and judging by their land, it wasn’t a small one. How long had they stayed hidden? “Okay, enough questions,” the boy said suddenly. “It’s about time you tell me what brought you here. Better me than my sick-fuck Alpha.”

The movement hurt more than I expected. “One of them?” he asked quietly. Maera nodded. “The other carries yours… and traces of Rhys’s wolf. Which means…” She stopped, swallowing hard. “These pups are bound to two Alphas.” My vision blurred with tears. “What does that mean?” I asked, my voice breaking. “For them… for us?” Before Maera could answer, a sharp howl echoed from outside the healer’s house, powerful and unmistakable. Every hair on my body stood on end.

"But if I am no longer an Alpha, then I am no longer subject to pack laws. My fated bond to Rhea Mooncrest is a natural thing. It is not a pack right. It is not a title. It is a part of me." "You can't do this!" Theon snarled, rising from his chair. "You are an Alpha of a strong line!" "I was," Kai replied, his voice flat and commanding. "I am now an unbonded Alpha, a rogue, outside of your remit and your authority. My gift is not for me. It is for Rhea. My bond with her is now a rogue bond. The council's decision to strip her of Alpha protection means nothing. I am no longer a pack Alpha."

"The problem I mentioned earlier is about three Alpha brothers." "I am the third Alpha," he said. "For a long time, my two older brothers and I have been enemies. We almost killed each other once." His voice stayed calm. "We three lead the same pack," he continued. "Pack Ebonclaw." I frowned. "Three Alphas in one pack?" He nodded slowly. "Yes. That is the problem." "And my task?" I asked carefully. "To make us reconcile," he answered shortly, then added with a deeper gaze, "and to make us agree to choose only one Alpha to lead the pack."

I say, more worried about my daughter than myself. “He could. You’re right. But feral wolves tend to run solely on instinct. They have no humanity, no sense of right and wrong. They don’t care. They want. They take. No matter who it hurts or what it costs them. Mate bonds are more instinctual than pup bonds for feral wolves. He might not even recognize Alexandra and Cameron as his. But even with your broken bond, he could still recognize you as his.” “What did you see?” I whisper.

the Alpha suggested, curious to see what Camden might say about that. Camden regarded Alpha Adrian for a moment, her confusion clear as she asked, "Feral? What do you mean?" "Exactly what it sounds like. He's gone wild. Rogue. Ye've heard stories about rogues who bide in their wolf form for so long that they forget how tae shift and live as humans?" he asked her, certain she must know what he was talking about. "Yes, but he's been living in his human form for days now. Like I said, we haven't shifted for some time, so I don't understand how he could be feral?" Camden asked, directing the question more at herself than the Alpha as she considered his possible explanation.

*************** (Inside Ethan's Bentley) “Boss, should I do a background check on Miss Parker?” “That’s not necessary. It's just a mix-up.” Kael is worried about Xander, his Alpha's wolf. He had seen firsthand how feral he could be when he burst out. The last time Ethan lost control to his wolf, he was held down by silver chains coated with wolfsbane for weeks and it seems that the wolf might gain control soon again. “By tomorrow evening, we shall return to the pack. I don't have the time to waste on these pathetic humans”.

I imagined them standing in a tight circle with their jaws clenched and their eyes down, afraid to say anything. “Swear it,” the Alpha growled and there was silence. “I said…swear it.” Then the room echoed with low voices which sounded forced. They answered one by one, filling the room with their responses. “I swear,” some said. “I swear,” another voice said. “I swear my loyalty to the pack and this secret.” “I swear…” It came in over and over and Alpha Brock cleared his throat. “Break your vow,” Brock said, “and you will join the wolves buried in the east border. You will be just another name scratched off a stone no one visits.”

An elder could be sentenced to life imprisonment if they laid a hand on the Luna or Alpha of the pack or disobeyed an important instruction given to them. “You are in charge of bond reading,” I began as soon as the other elders left. “I have some questions about how my bond formed. I know you've got the answers because you're an expert in this field. The only expert, in fact.” “What questions?” His voice remained calm, and he maintained eye contact until it was time for him to answer. “One year ago, we needed to find out if the Alpha was truly bonded to me,” I explained. “You read his bond signals and publicly announced that I was his mate. You followed the protocol.”

Antonia and Freya both called out to their children it was time to wash up for dinner, leaving Ciara and Owen alone in the garden. “We need to talk…” Alpha Mars sat next to his wife, the worried look returned to his face. Ciara took his hands in hers before urging him to continue. “I got a call from a pack in the North-Eastern territories overseas. Apparently, Pack members are turning feral, attacking each other and eventually dying a horrible unexplained death.” Ciara gasped, “You mean they are going rogue? Why would anyone want to be a rogue?” Her hands shook slightly at the horrible thought. Her eyes filled with tears at his words.