Her Cold Hearted Alpha Novels & Stories

"Name's Hycinth. Fifteen. Unshifted." Fifteen? Shit. She was young. I turned back to the female who was still glaring at me with a death stare, and politely continued my earlier sentence, "Yes, the Alpha's daughter, Hycinth. Where can I find her?" "I'll never tell you anything that helps you find that little girl!" I nodded slowly and then stepped closer. Letting out a claw, I ran it along the side of her breast down to her abdomen, a gleaming red streak of blood following my path. She flinched but didn't back down.

I said before digging my claws into his chest and tearing his heart out. I looked at Red and noticed her shivering as her eyes locked on the heart I was holding in my fist. Wasn't she expecting me to kill him right away? Was I too ruthless in her eyes? But I had a feeling that she knew what she was doing, and what kind of consequences it would have for this fucker I had just killed. "I guess, you'll have to find a new Beta, Alpha Kestrel," I said coldly, throwing the heart to the floor and getting back to my seat.

I shivered slightly beneath the covers. The Alpha king found his way into my room, he pulled off the quilt from my body. “I can feel your heartbeat, you ain't sleeping.” He scowled I raised my eyelids meeting his eyes, he was back to his normal self–the cold and heartless Alpha Alexander. He let out a sinister smile which was coated with a sense of mischief. “It's now time to keep your own end of the bargain.” His cold words shattered my heart, I furrowed my brows in anger. From the look in his eyes, I understood what those words meant.

If Alpha Zach is here, he will surely lit every piece in this pack and alternately smoke on it like his fucking life depends on it. My gaze cannot help but wander again to this man and realize that the rumors are real. He is nothing but the personification of darkness. He loves blood, that’s why he’s the executioner. He tortures our victims until their soul doesn’t have a choice but to leave the mangled body. I doubt him at first. He seems too quiet and demeaning. While Alpha Zach and I are both have this intention to make the world bow down on our knees, he didn’t seem to display the same idea. But after some years, I was wrong.

“My Queen said I’m going to win, and I believe her.” “That is so great! I guess you believe the phrase that behind a successful man… there is always a woman.” “Yes…” he gripped my hand and placed a kiss on my palm. “She is my backbone, and I love her for it.” I could see the clear shock on everyone’s faces. No one would have expected that the rumored ruthless and heartless Alpha was in love and then displaying it publicly like this. But what they didn’t know was that they had judged Aldrich wrongly. Just because he burned down the rogues who attacked his pack, conquered every Alpha who tried to take his land, and was wary of everyone because of his past experience with his father, doesn’t ma

"We strongly believe that the wolves are planning something. Something that would disrupt the peace that exists in Lake Town." Madam Yetunde's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "The wolves? Didn't we kill their alpha and drive them all away from town?" The witches murmured in agreement, their faces set in determined lines. However, Elijah, the red-eyed vampire, cut in, his voice dripping with condescension. "Point of correction, Madam Yetunde. We, the vampires, are the ones who actually killed the alpha and chased the wolves out of town. You witches merely assisted."

"Now you are not allowed to go outside and if you are to be found outside you will be punished." "I don't even know why the Logan is keeping you." she says while giving me a look of disgust. "But if you try to get your hands on him I will fucking kill you he is mine." she says while smirking. I didn't show any emotion when she said it. I don't know why when she said that I felt my heart tightening, I just shook my head. Isn't she the one who was just making out with two guys a few minutes ago now she's claiming that the Alpha is hers.

I wanted him far away but my mind and part of my wolf desired him to be close. As he approached, my heart raced, uncertainty mingling with a flicker of curiosity. I took a deep sigh, my hopes for a flicker of concern in the alpha's eyes quickly fading as he reached my bedside. Dropping my gaze, I felt a mix of unease and vulnerability as his eyes scanned my body, their intensity only amplifying my discomfort. The silence in the room grew heavy and suffocating, each passing moment stretching the tension between us. Finally, breaking the silence, the Alpha spoke, his voice laced with a hint of detachment. "You're lucky you didn't get shot through the heart."

I swear, having met him and spent this short time with the man, I truly believed Hunter Hayes had no soul; let alone a heart. His words were cold. Calculated. Intended to hurt. All said with a smirk upon his face, and an iciness to his stare as he focused his eyes ahead of him. I could see him in the mirror of the car. And he was every bit the ruthless and dominating figure an Alpha was meant to be. Only I did not need that right now. I needed understanding and kindness. An Alpha was meant to be able to show those traits too. Yet Hunter seemed to take great pleasure in being nasty. And his last words had hit even harder...