Her Cold Hearted Alpha Novels & Stories

He saw the good she once had, and he held onto it, even when it started to fade. But that was all he saw. The good. He never saw how she twisted things to her advantage. How she used his trust, his loyalty. Not until it was too late. Not until she was the one who ended his life. Even so… She was sharp, smarter than most people gave her credit for. Her mind worked quickly, always thinking ahead, and her memory was extraordinary. She never forgot anything that could be useful. My attention shifted. There was someone else standing beside her. Alpha Damien. I studied him in silence. The darkness in him was just as strong. His heart carried hatred that burned deep, heavy and consuming. But the qu

My trembling hand reached for his, cold and lifeless under my touch. For a moment, I just stared at him, the memories flashing before my eyes. I saw the alpha who had rejected me so cruelly all those years ago, the man who had stood as a distant figure in my life, the stranger who had become my husband, the enigma who had protected me even when I thought he hated me. “I never thought it would come to this,” I said, my voice trembling. “I never thought I’d be sitting here, begging you to stay alive.”

He remained silent, his expression cold and unreadable. "I swear on my life," I repeated, my desperation growing. "Please, Alpha, I didn’t poison the pastries." "Your life means nothing," he replied harshly. "What were you trying to do? Kill me so you could be free? Or maybe help Dean take back the crown?" I shook my head vehemently. "No, I would never—" "I could have killed you when I took over this pack, yet I spared you and your family. From now on, I will no longer be kind," he declared, and I felt a surge of panic. Everything was happening too fast for me to protest effectively.

“We never really spoke about it but I'm sure the reason they hid out here was because they had offended people in the pack or something.” Who could they have offended? Hopefully, the Alpha. I had heard tales about Alpha Nightshade. He was a lot of things; an arrogant man, a fierce warrior and the nightmare of the battlefield, however one thing he wasn't was a man who lacked compassion, especially when it came to his pack. She got up, carried both my tea cup and hers and took it with her into the kitchen. “Wait,” I called out to her. “You've never even told me what your name is.”

I hoisted Kyle onto my back and ran barefoot toward the healing center in the middle of pack territory. The elder on duty took one look at Kyle's deathly pale face and his expression changed. He pried open Kyle's eyelids, glanced inside, and immediately shouted, "It's Wolfsbane! Get the Alpha! Only Alpha blood can neutralize the poison!" Wolfsbane. A deadly poison to werewolves, especially pups. Even a trace amount could be fatal. I collapsed to the floor, clutching Kyle's ice-cold little hand. Julian arrived ten minutes later.

“Spare us the dramatics. The Alpha’s actions speak for themselves. He is not fit to lead, and if you insist on standing by him, you’ll fall with him.” I smiled coldly, stepping closer, suddenly angry, Hoyt’s still able to hide my anger. “You think I’m afraid of you? You think your words mean anything to me? You have no idea who I am.” The elder narrowed his eyes on me. “Then Tell us here, Who are you if you’re not a common omega who managed to get the power of the angelic wolf?”

I didn’t have to look to know it was Kole who had just spoken. She was the slut males went to when they needed a quick fuck. I just didn’t know the Alpha fucked with her untill now. The Alpha ran a hand down her spine, smiling. “You told them. For that I am grateful.” He said before moving his hands away. I must have not masked my disgust in time because the beta was in front of me before I could blink. His eyes were rumored to be ice, but I underestimated their cold gaze. They were like the ice forge frozen on a lake, a little crack and one could sink in, forever lost to the depth of the water it covered. I shivered a little under the cold stare.

if he's aware of what she's thinking, he chuckles. "I wheedled it out of ALEX HENRY after your initial Heat.". I tried to discover as much as I could about what you liked so that I can repeat it next time. Her heart aches recalling the memories of her first Heat with him. Before he discovered what had happened with PAUL WASON. Before the betrayal in his eyes diminished his soul to ashes and replaced devotion with wickedness."Don't go there," he cuts in quickly, putting his hand around her cheek. "I'm here. I'm never leaving you. You didn't do anything wrong."She starts panicking despite DEAN'S assurances. Alpha was angry! Alpha left us!"LILITH. Look at me."She gazes into his eyes, mesmerize

I didn't know, and I didn't exactly care. But I do pity the man who was my mother's new target. Alpha Townsend. He was the werewolf Alpha of Cold Heart Pack. But maybe I shouldn't pity him so much since the man was so careless he didn't do his findings about his new wife. When I first heard about the name given to the pack, I thought the Alpha was someone extremely wicked. I had already begun to dread my stay at the pack as his new stepdaughter, to the point that I avoided him each time he came to visit my mother. But he had been the complete opposite when I got to meet him almost a week ago when they broke the news to me that they would be getting married.

That eagerness dulls to snide bemusement the longer I talk about the plot, however. We sit beside each other in a back corner of the library with the plot papers spread out. He supports his head with his hand, elbow on the table, staring at the papers glumly. After going over the full setting, his disappointment seems to have skyrocketed, and it’s not getting any better with the description of his part. “T-The alpha in this s-story, you, has s-spent his entire life, uhm. Being cold. Ruthless. It’s why y-you get targeted by—”