Healing The Ruthless Alpha Novels & Stories

I frowned at his assumption. "Seven !" Melissa yelled. Seven scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. He wasn't the same height, but the way his eyes shot daggers at me made him look slightly intimidating. If looks could kill, I would be 10 feet under with a gravestone on top. "He's probably like every other shitty Alpha out there. Selfish and demanding," he muttered. Most of the Alphas I met aren't like that at all! I've only stumbled across a couple ones who were dicks.

She wanted to tell him it was her fault, but could not bring herself to say the words. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the scene that had greeted her and the pack when they approached the gas station. The Black Diamond and Moonstone packs had met in a flurry of fur and blood, and Grace had barely been able to tell them apart. But at the very center, she recognized all too well the chocolate-brown body that lay unmoving between the scrambling paws. Austin had thrown himself on top of the alpha, shielding him with his own body, and Grace had fought tooth and claw to make her way to them, adding her own body to her brother's until the Black Diamond wolves finally prevailed.

I got that cold heartless Alpha as my second chance. Eren’s reputation as the ruthless Blood Alpha wasn’t merely haunting tales. Each word, every whispered legend, painted him as a monster capable of unimaginable cruelty—someone who could extinguish the lives of his enemies without a flicker of remorse, he was even ready to kill my entire pack without even flinching. What a monster, I honestly don't know how I am going to live with such a beast. I'm so scared that he would lash out at me if I say the wrong thing or if he is in a foul mood.

“What’s your name?” She didn’t answer. He crouched in front of her, every movement slow, lethal. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, brushing his thumb across her pulse. “Scared of me?” Liana slapped his hand away. “Stay the hell back!” His mouth twitched. Not quite a smile—more like a challenge accepted. Then, from behind them: howls. Multiple. Close. The man—no, the Alpha—snapped his head toward the sound, nostrils flaring.

Mom yells She earns my attentio I snarl My glowing eyes advert towards her It blinks rapidly then return to norma My beastial palm also reverts to human Am me again No more a blood thirsty enraged alpha That's one weird personality I've got hidden within Hermonie instantly rush to the docto She passionately assist him up his feets He's healed She apologize on my behalf He only nod Am Alpha There's literally nothing he can do or whom hell report to Really bad luck he'd got today

warned Alfred. I straightened coldly. “Did I say I want him to heal?” “Alphas aren’t rogues, Dor. You kill one, you’ll have to pay dearly for it.” He shrugged at my glare. “Martin’s words. And he wanted me to tell you that this dreck’s gonna starve for thirty-six hours so his healing will slow down to the slowest rate of a recessive alpha.” Pain goes away with the healing. So when the healing freezes, the pain stays.

I shouted, but the darkness consumed me once more. After another period of unconsciousness, I awoke again in bed, my head pounding. Vivid flashes assaulted my mind—scenes of devastation and horror. I saw the Alpha, cradling his pregnant mate, begging Ruth for mercy, only to witness the brutality that followed. Ruth’s long nails pierced the Alpha’s mate, pulling out the child and discarding the lifeless bodies to the ground. The Alpha, utterly defeated, wept in despair, kneeling before Ruth. I was horrified to see her kick his head away as if it were nothing.

Our fists continued their merciless assault against our own skulls, driven by a force far greater than will, logic, or instinct. Each impact echoed dully, bone against bone, flesh against flesh, the sickening rhythm of punishment unending. The metallic stench of blood clogged the air, heavy enough to taste. It coated my tongue, burned my nostrils, clung to my lungs with every labored breath. Somewhere in the distance, wolves howled—but whether they were real or just figments of my fractured mind, I couldn’t tell. As an Alpha, my healing factor was monstrous, three times faster than any regular wolf’s. Under normal circumstances, it was a blessing. A mark of dominance. Of strength.

The corners of his lips flattened, and his eyes darkened with barely restrained rage. "What are you waiting for? Do what our Alpha ordered. Kill her..." He shouted at his warrior. I took several steps away, but the trees behind me blocked my path. Before I could run to the side, a warrior blocked my path, and then another warrior came to the other side. Ron was standing in front of me, leaving no way for me to escape. "Alpha ordered us to bring her to him, Beta Ron." One warrior reminded him of his Alpha order. "She doesn't deserve to become even his mistress. Kill her, otherwise she will harm our Alpha." I chuckled, knowing it's his jealousy speaking. If he can't have me, then he won't let

“Uh-huh. I hugged you really tight. I wanted your booboo to stop hurting.” Nathan frowned. “What are you talking about?” I looked at him. “I think…” The words felt fragile and enormous at once. “I think she’s healing me.” Nathan’s eyes widened. “What?” Sylvia spoke again, voice trembling with awe. She is Alpha born… and she is a healer. It runs in her veins. In that moment Nathan and I understood; our daughter, our Rosalyn was not simply an Alpha’s daughter. She was something far rarer. She was an Alpha born healer…