Healing The Ruthless Alpha Novels & Stories

"Is Blaze all right?" "We won the battle, but things didn't go well for the pack," Hugo informed. "The rogues' army was larger than we had anticipated. They killed the majority of our warriors. Alpha has been severely injured. This is not the end. With the help of the council, Alma is plotting to remove Alpha from his position. She is also feeding him some kind of drug that is causing him to become insane. Alpha is losing his mind. He behaves like a barbarian. The pack is terrified of him." Then he recounted how mercilessly Blaze had murdered those rogues.

I was about walking over to the Alpha Lesley's chamber to have a look, to be sure if he was really out with another woman when I witnessed the most heartbreaking scene of my life. I saw Alpha Lesley coming back into the pack house, he was not coming alone, but he had a she wolf with him. It was more heartbreaking because he carried her on his shoulder like she was a trophy he didn't want to lose. It appeared like she was injured but still, it felt like an eyesore seeing him with another woman like that. I swallowed hard and clenched my fist at the sight of them as I stopped abruptly ony tracks, forgetting about where I was planning to go. But I went unnoticed since neither of them cared to l

Suddenly, he roared loudly that the doors and windows shook, vibrating so loudly. Then, I knew I touched a spot I wasn't supposed to. Alpha Draco shifted into his wolf, launching himself at me till I fell. He covered my injured lying body with his wolf, glaring at me like he would tear me apart. "Please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." I whimpered under him. "Stop it, Draco. This wouldn't do." Heimdall rushed into the room, throwing Draco's wolf off me. I guess he must have known about what was happening due to Draco's thunderous growl. Draco growled one last time before shifting back to his human form.

The rogues froze, terror draining the color from their faces. Their bodies trembled as they tried to flee, but the Alpha moved faster — a blur of fury and power. His claws slashed through the air, striking with deadly precision. In moments, two rogues lay lifeless at his feet, their bodies broken and still. “Go,” the Alpha snarled at the last one, his voice like thunder. “Tell your worthless boss — no one spills blood on my land and lives!”

“In my territory, no one will touch you.” His words echoed through our growing mind-link, steady and warm. “You are my mate,” he added, quieter. “Protecting you is not duty. It’s instinct.” He straightened, tall and commanding, blocking the firelight at the mouth of the cave. “Rest well, Pauline. I’ll help you reclaim everything they stole.” In the days that followed, I stayed in the cave, slowly healing. Each morning, the healer brought bitter antidotes that burned like fire. The pain was brutal, but with every dose, I felt my Alpha blood stirring again, fighting its way back.

He leaned down and licked the blood off my skin. His tongue was warm and rough, moving over the wound with a slow, deliberate pressure that sent a jolt of electricity straight up my spine. I’d always heard that the saliva of an Alpha had healing properties, that they could seal a wound just by touch, but I’d never experienced it myself. I watched in a daze as the stinging stopped and the skin began to knit back together right before my eyes.

Growls echoing through concrete halls, claws scraping tile. We fought our way in. And that was when the mutated wolves descended. They came in waves, bodies twisted beyond recognition, eyes empty, mouths foaming with something darker than rage. I remember the impact of the first one, the weight slamming into me, teeth sinking deep. Pain exploded. Then, nothing. Later, I was told my heart had stopped, and that my wolf had dragged me back from the edge. Alpha healing was not a miracle. It was agonizing as It burned through me, tore at my insides, forced my body to knit itself together whether I wanted to live or not.

Anya spoke while leaning in closer. “What is?” “His condition.” The word hung in the air between us. “Condition?” “A rare one,” she said mysteriously. “No one knows exactly what it is.” “What do they say it is?” I pressed. “Something about his rage,” she whispered. “That when he shifts, sometimes… he loses control. Completely. That’s why he’s always away. Fighting. To keep it in check.” An unstable Alpha. That’s just my fucking luck. If I mess up… Should I start fearing for my life now?

I wasn’t even mad because I’d been brought back to my family. “Girls, I need you all to help me heal this.” Sophia, Clara, Caroline, and Margo all encircled me placing their hands on me sending their healing powers to throw them to me and down to my hand. “God damnit Rogan,” The Alpha twirled around, “Everyone I appreciate your attendance tonight but it seems the future alpha and his mate have grown tired, and if at all possible we would ask our guests to return to their homes as we all need rest from such a wonderful event.” Now with all the scattering of guests at the Alpha’s command, nobody was looking at us and the surge of healing went quicker until I was practically glowing white with

the ruthless alpha asked, his voice trembling. "I want you to promise that you will leave my family and my businesses alone," Amira said, her voice calm and commanding. "And I want you to apologize for the harm you have caused." The ruthless alpha hesitated, but he finally nodded. "I will leave your family and your businesses alone," he said, "and I apologize for the harm I have caused." Amira released her grip, and the ruthless alpha backed away. "If you break your promise," she said, "I will come after you with everything I have." He nodded, and he ran off into the night.