Finding Her True Alpha Mga Nobela at Kwento

I closed my eyes, falling back in my chair, and my mind wandered to the first time I saw her. She had come to the palace that day, a humble florist delivering flowers. The moment she stepped into the courtyard, everything else faded away. Her golden hair caught the sunlight, and her blue eyes sparkled like the sky after a storm. My breath caught, and for a moment, I was no longer the Supreme Alpha but just a man smitten by her presence. And then, my Lycan had taken over.

I mean first she had Tristan as a mate, and when I took him from her, she reassures her position as Luna by playing with the Alpha? She was not going to get away with this! I will make sure of that. I will also make sure that Tristan knows, and let him lash out at her. At least he would hate her even more, and stick by my side. We are coming for you Alice… Better enjoy your sh*t while you still can you tr*mp. Alice

The alpha was more than willing to go to hell and back for his lover. Shea threw the book on the ground angrily. She gulped. For the first time, he met a creature that made fate scared to document about his life. Shea's blood boiled with rage. How was she to find out the necessary information to use against the true alpha if the library of fates refuses to enlighten her on the male's life. What she gathered left much to the imagination. Shea was scared, frightened by the true alpha. The male was the key to getting her dream but a man with such great power and strength had to be born with a great destiny. One that made a shiver run down her spine.

That meant they were paying attention. Damion’s voice, when he spoke, carried easily across the distance. “You’ve been watching,” he said. “Now you can see.” One of them stepped forward, slowly, deliberately not close enough to be within reach but closer than before. A woman strong build, sharp eyes, scars that told stories she didn't bother to hide. Her gaze flicked between Damionand me, lingering just slightly longer on me. “You’re the Alpha,” she said. “Yes.” Damion didn’t move.

I have been searching for her for so long, enduring years of dead ends, false leads, and crushing disappointments. But now, she is here. Actually here in the academy and walking the same halls I walk and breathing the same air I breathe. She is the woman who can break this damned curse slowly killing me from the inside out. She is the one with Alpha blood and witch heritage flowing through her veins. She is the woman who can save me.

But Anna is his replica, with the same piercing shade of eyes. “Dad…” I swallow, feeling a pinch in my chest. “I…” “You what? You ruined things, right?” “I was at the pack house yesterday,” I mutter, hating the way he glares at me, like I am worth nothing. Like I can do nothing. “And I found the Alpha of the Blood Ridge Pack.” “Please tell me you put a knife to his gut.” I bite my lips, taking a slow step back. My eyes fall to the ground, just as I shake my head slowly.

Riviera conjures up a bag of dog treats, then throws it at Justin, along with a tennis ball. "Enjoy." Riviera winks at him. "Wow, that is so awesome." Sash claps. "Yes, and tomorrow we are going to come back to this gym and I'll get you to use your conjuring, or I'm not the True Alpha." The place falls silent. "The what now?" Sabastian cocks his head to the side. "I am the true Alpha, Alpha." Riviera nods. "That's you?" Sabastian and Justin said at the same time.

he called her fake name from her right side after a few moments while she was cleaning the vegetables in the sink. Elena then raised her head with a slight smile around her lips. She had heard enough stories about smart women using their talent and bodies to “control” men and she had prepared to do so. She couldn’t risk losing her Alpha to anyone else. And she needed to be his Luna to find her parents, and to do other things. When she looked into the Alpha’s eyes, there was nothing but a confident, charming but fake smile on her face. Ragnar felt his heart split again. He then stepped forward and cupped her face with his palm.

I trusted her judgment, her visions, but sometimes… sometimes her words were difficult to accept. “Elena,” I said again, more insistent this time. “What did you see?” She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she reached out, her fingers brushing over the worn pages of a thick, leather-bound book. The symbols etched into the cover were unfamiliar to me, though I had seen similar ones before—in the dreams that had plagued Lila for weeks. “Elena,” I growled, my patience thinning. She finally looked up at me, her pale blue eyes sharp and clear. “The prophecy, Alpha,” she said softly. “It’s worse than we thought.”

He told me she left, renounced him as her Alpha, and that no one had been able to find her. At first, I had believed him. I’d searched on my own, of course, needing to find that pretty little thing, that sweet-smelling, seductive little woman that I will take as my mate. She’s smart, I like that. And while she doesn’t say much, I can tell by the way she looks at me and others that she’s got a smart mouth. On the rare occasion that she actually opens her mouth, she proved me right. I love the idea of taming that mouth of hers, of wielding her to my will, of making her mine in all ways. When I’m done killing, I always need a sweet pussy to fuck, and I just know that hers will be sweet. And sin