Forbidden Alpha Novels & Stories

How long before this exploded in our faces? Everything in the room went still. The kind that makes your ears ring. A few alphas straightened in their chairs,their attention snapping to me like a trigger had been pulled. One of them—a thickset man from the southern pack, Alpha Dresden sat forward, his nostrils flaring. “Did she just say Alpha bond?” Another, with salt-and-pepper hair and sharp amber eyes, scowled. “That’s impossible. It’s never been done.” “I thought it was outlawed,” muttered a third, voice tight with disbelief.

I ordered. The sound of metal hitting dirt filled the night. “Those who were forced mated can now reject the bond!” I announced. The next sounds were the screams of rejected force-mated wolves. All from Fugly’s group. I caught a few hateful stares after the bonds were broken. “Those who disagree with my rule and wish to remain true rogues will leave now!” I indicated the dark forest. But before they ran off, I, Alpha, commanded them to never tell anyone I was female.

He listened like a scholar finally hearing a primary source after years of second-hand reports. By the time I finished, night had fully settled. Park lamps threw long shadows across the grass. I felt empty, scraped clean. Marcus stayed quiet for what felt like forever, thinking. “Alpha Victor is a major figure in our files,” he said at last. “His expansion moves are a serious concern. He exploits every loophole in your laws and ignores human ones completely. A marriage alliance tying his bloodline to the Blackwell pack would create an almost unstoppable force. This pregnancy—if it’s real—is a brilliant play.”

"The thirty-seventh approved. The thirty-eighth filed. The thirty-ninth. We write it together." In the corridor, Silas's recitation continued. Clause one thousand three hundred and thirty-nine. Grounds for freezing. This clause authorizes Alpha nobles to perform forced pheromone marking on Omegas. Violation of Article Two of the General Principles of the First Codex. The inheritance rights of the Mother of All Wolves are not subject to bloodline challenge. Elias pulled the door open. The light from the corridor flooded in. The two of them walked out. Neither looked back.

SERENA My new wings kept beating slowly, lifting me higher above the burning stake. I looked down at the thousands of werewolves on their knees as they bowed to me. "Stay back," Alpha kael growled to his men, but they did not listen. They stayed on the ground. I tried to move my wings on purpose. They responded, sending a gust of wind across the square that made some of the werewolves shiver. I felt power rushing through my veins like fire in my blood.

"Alpha Vincent, you have twenty-four hours to turn over Marcus Stone or face expulsion." "Then I'm expelled. Effective immediately. I don't need your protection or your rules." Vincent stood and walked toward the door. "Any Alpha who agrees with me, who believes supernatural autonomy matters more than human approval, follow me now." Twelve Alphas stood and followed him out. The supernatural world had just split in two.

Still, I forced myself up. This day would be different. I dressed quickly, pulling on the dark leather tunic and cloak that marked me as Alpha. Each buckle I fastened felt like armor, not just against threats outside but against the storm inside me. The mirror of polished steel across the room showed a man I barely recognized: dark circles beneath my eyes, a jaw set too tight, a gaze haunted. “Forget her,” I whispered to my reflection, repeating the vow I had made in the night. “She’s nothing.”

“Maybe it’s time to read scripture. I brought mine.” He pulled a thin pocketbook from his coat and slid it across the table. “Page forty-two. Laws of bloodline contamination,” he said, flipping straight to a highlighted paragraph. “Read it.” I didn’t move. He read anyway. “‘It is forbidden for a ruling Alpha to bond with a descendant of an enemy whose hands have spilled noble blood. Should such a bond occur, the Alpha must either reject the bond or face consequences—loss of power, banishment, or in extreme cases, the death of the bonded.”

Those wild beasts bowed to no one. Legends have it that they drew their magic from a dark entity, something vile and impure like themselves. From birth, every wolf has been taught to avoid them, dread the bare mention of their name and it was forbidden, highly forbidden by the counsel of West Crescent Valley, to be found having any business with Black Bane territory. It was punishable by immediate execution. However, above the fear that surrounded Black Bane, it held nothing in contrast to the menace and terror that their Alpha inspired. Diablo, that was his name, and it went without saying that the man was the devil’s incarnate.

I knew little about the world of wolves, I had only been warned to avoid the alphas at all costs, because I was one too, and if they were not familiar there was some rivalry for some things, plus they had aggressive behavior towards others. At that time the world was divided between normal people, wolves and vampires. Humans did not know of the existence of these two races, by decision of both parties avoided this at all costs and tried to live in harmony with each other, there were laws about coexistence. They should never mix any of the two. That was totally forbidden, although the only thing we had in common was the existence of the Alphas, Betas and Omegas, which was handled in the same