Her Cold Hearted Alpha Novels & Stories

In a world where supernatural species dominate professional sports, werewolf Alpha Jax Cole has built his legacy on strength and loyalty to his pack. When the Monster League drafts dragon Jude Stone, the first of his kind in centuries, old hatreds ignite. What begins as a fierce on-field rivalry quickly turns into a dangerous, magnetic attraction. As Jax and Jude battle centuries of bloodshed and betrayal, stolen moments and raw desire threaten everything they hold dear. With ancient clans watching and their careers on the line, their forbidden love could either heal old wounds or spark a war that destroys them both.In a world where supernatural species dominate professional sports, wer

Even back then. "You... you never told me," she breathed. "I am the Alpha," he said simply. "I am not supposed to have... soft spots." The air in the cave changed. The cold dampness melted into magnetic heat. He was so close. She could count the flecks of gold in his dark eyes. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips. He looked at her mouth. His gaze dropped, lingered, and then dragged back up to her eyes. It was a look of pure, raw want.

They were both forced to their knees. Alpha Gregory, the most ruthless alpha and the leader of their former pack came forward. “You two have been hard to find," he said. “Maybe that was on purpose alpha," Adam spat out. “Watch your tone, Delta. Do not forget who you're speaking with!" Gregory responded, a coldness to his voice. “You're too late. You'll never have her," Toya yelled. “Just like you thought we'd never have you? You forget, I have a gift in breaking people. Ravina sends her regards."

ALPHA DOMINIC My eyes were fixed on the viral engagement news about me and the daughter of Alpha Wilson. The announcement was long overdue but Alpha Wilson isn't keeping to his side of the deal as his daughter was yet to be found. Freya Wilson has been promised to become my wife and Luna of The Western pack since she is the most suitable, according to the priest long ago. Unfortunately, she eloped with some poor jerk, an Omega at that, ignoring the fated arrangement.

She finishes and goes to brew her tea, leaving. Alone in the room, my wolf tries to influence my thoughts, but I hush him. I am the cold-hearted Alpha King Nicholas Kurt, and I don't get attached to these women. They beg and yearn for me. However, deep inside me, I knew I was being proud. I had felt something for this girl, Freya. I had even asked for her name because I was interested in knowing, and now I'm agreeing to my mother's plan. I actually want to know who she is for myself.

He takes a deep breath and glances quickly at me before finishing, "I will hear no more about this. Understood?" I stand astonished at Abel's outburst. He is taking up for me! No one had ever stood up for me before. Now I realize that I really can trust him! None of this is a ploy or a trick, he is genuine. He is good. Then something happens. I feel and hear Keira, she howls in my mind the name Miro. At that, Abel turns to me and as we peer into each other's eyes, it happens. What I had always dreamed of happening. My heart skips a beat and butterflies flutter in my stomach. The world around us fades away as the chatter of the Elders mutes to a drone. All that matters in this moment are two

“To the Alpha of the Coldridge Pack – Through the right of bloodline inheritance, the Varen Pack now asserts formal claim to the human female Mara Ashfield, daughter of Cael of the Varen bloodline. This claim predates and supersedes any mate claims arising from Coldridge Pack. We ask to meet on neutral territory within seven days to discuss terms of transfer. — Rokan, Alpha, Varen Pack” Terms of transfer. I folded the paper. Put it in my own coat pocket. Sat with the cold coffee and the morning light and the particular quality of stillness that came over me when something made me angry enough that all surface temperature dropped and everything moved inward and downward to a place that was ve

I responded. "Are you insane?" His eyes widened. "I might be," I answered softly. Not taking me seriously, he grabbed me by the hand. "Leave, I say," his hand tightened around me. "I'm not leaving," I tried to escape his tight grip. "The alpha is evil with a heart of stone." He's dead to any emotion and will kill for the smallest thing without any mercy." He's determined to persuade me to leave. As he's telling me this, I become frozen in his hand when I see the alpha silently appearing behind us like a dark shadow.

a voice spoke, calm and cold, “daughter of Mary Ann McCarthy—the last Fire Elemental Wolf.” I turned. Ten feet away stood a hooded figure cloaked in grey. His palm glowed red, energy swirling in his grasp. Slowly, deliberately, he raised his hand towards me. “Who are you?” I raised my voice. “No need to know who I am,” he said coolly, “there’s one thing you should know. Your heart is valuable to Alpha Scott.” “What do you mean, sorcerer?” I snapped. “Alpha Scott wants your heart for his beloved, and I’m here under his orders.”

She felt the hidden warring in his grip, and she became cold. "Awesome, what kind of decency do you expect from me, my dear, knowing me so intimately?" Pressing the left eye lightly, he began to slide shirt from her shoulders, and her pulse began to accelerate. "We are standing outside, Alpha," she tried to inform him in a husky tone, who was now leaning towards her, hiding his face in her thick hair, taking deep breaths. “But standing in the kingdom of Alpha Conard.” Convincing a lot in a short sentence, he started tracing her bare skin with the tip of his finger. Alex’s being became cold that his madness used to force her to lose her senses in a closed room.