Her Forbidden Alpha Novels & Stories

he hissed. "You raped them," my voice grew louder as I stood up, staring down at the Alpha who clearly thought he was untouchable. "You used your position to force them and then killed them so they couldn't talk. 20 women Alpha Jacob. That's how many you killed. How can you sleep at night?" "Oh, don't play the guilt card with me," he sneered, "I can do anything I want as the Alpha of this pack. So what if I killed a bunch of omegas? Nobody here was going to stop me."

“Using my dead mother as leverage now, huh? Your tactics are quite remarkable, even by your standards.” “And another thing, if you don't learn to love her and embrace her as your mate, then you can bid farewell to this role of authority, Lance. You can't officially be an Alpha without accepting your mate.” Lachlan added. Lance’s face straightened, then a frown appeared on it. “What?” “From now henceforth, she will be living in the house as the soon-to-be Luna of Nightwind. And as your Father and the Alpha, you will be duty-bound to heed my directives,” Lachlan declared with a gravely serious tone.

Maybe I should petition a bill to the state governor and demand all pretty boys be removed? If I did that though, I wouldn't be able to look at him, and that in itself is criminal. Dyed blonde hair touches his shoulder. The strands sticking to the cotton sleeve of his shirt, and a sad sigh escapes my lips as my focus shifts to the beauty sitting next to him. Stephanie Michaels is a constant reminder of why I cannot and and will not ever have him. The blonde haired girl curls a manicured hand around his muscled biceps and leans into him. The front of her cheerleader uniform brushes against his chest as she whispers in his ear.

Carly let out a horrific scream, accompanied by a thunderous slap, as if she had to process that she had spilled expensive red wine on Luna Tina's elegant dress. Luna Tina's hand smacked her head to the right as an apology left her lips. Then to the left, and right again. She kept smacking Carly as everyone stared with their mouths wide open at what she had done until the Alpha cleared his throat and called for order. "That's enough, Carly," Alpha Terry glared at Carly, and she swallowed hard. His gaze carried hatred, disdain, and disgust.

It was about me. The next passage stopped me cold. “Relationships between Alphas and Omegas are forbidden. Such unions are immoral, unnatural, and evil. They go against the natural order of the wolf hierarchy. The offspring of such unions are cursed, born with an inherent darkness that cannot be tamed. They are known as Almegas.” My blood turned to ice. Immoral. Unnatural. Cursed. The words echoed in my mind, each one cutting deeper than the last. My parents… they had been forbidden from loving each other.

he whispered, hand sliding down the inside of my thigh, fingers curling under the edge of my shorts, “and I remind you who you belong to.” Oh my God. My legs gave out. My brain gave up. And my mouth? My mouth said the one thing it always says when I’m about to make the worst decision of my life. “Then do it,” I whispered. “Ruin me.” And the look in his eyes when I said that? It wasn’t human. It was Alpha. It was mine. And the second I said it—“Then do it. Ruin me.”—something snapped behind his eyes.

Camera drones. And at the back, Kieran. He looked wrecked. Suit wrinkled. Eyes red. Veronica wasn’t here. Ares walked in with me on his arm. Didn’t let go. The head alpha stood. “Alpha King. Luna Alba. This is highly irregular.” “Good,” Ares said. He didn’t sit. “I’m done with irregular. I’m done with politics.” He turned to the cameras. “Five years ago, Alba Monroe was rejected by the Nightfang Alpha in front of her entire pack. She was called wolfless. She was called trash. She was left in the rain.”

Alpha Gregor asked as he tapped his fingers on his chair, getting irritated now. “They have trespassed Alpha, they have entered our land, breaking down the border wall,” Another elder explained in a shaky voice. “I see,” Alpha Gregor said because he now realized the weight of this meeting. It was indeed very important. He would have to take care of the forbidden on time before they would cause harm to the people of this town, especially his family. The Forbidden had been the ones who made him into an Orphan and him ascend the throne, becoming an Alpha at an early age. He hated them with all his heart. His hands curved into a fist as the anger and pain of his loss enveloped him again.

“Maybe it’s time to read scripture. I brought mine.” He pulled a thin pocketbook from his coat and slid it across the table. “Page forty-two. Laws of bloodline contamination,” he said, flipping straight to a highlighted paragraph. “Read it.” I didn’t move. He read anyway. “‘It is forbidden for a ruling Alpha to bond with a descendant of an enemy whose hands have spilled noble blood. Should such a bond occur, the Alpha must either reject the bond or face consequences—loss of power, banishment, or in extreme cases, the death of the bonded.”

“The signs are clear.” Aira looked at Rovan then, searching his face for something human, something that might tell her this was not what it looked like. For one brief second she thought she saw a crack in the ice. Then it vanished. “The rejection stands,” he said. Aira’s stomach dropped. The law. Rejected females carrying Alpha blood were not allowed to live. Everyone in the courtyard knew it. No one had to say the words. The rule had existed long before her, long before this night, written in old blood and old fear and upheld by men who called it protection.