Her Ruthless Alpha Novels & Stories

“You have me, don’t you? If you would let me, I will destroy every one of your enemies. However, I do respect your decision to take care of them your way.” Without hesitation, I crave that destruction more than anything. Having it served to me on a platter. I’d be stupid not to accept. “What is this destruction you talk about?” I indulge him. “I could give you ideas, tips, and proof to pull down your targets.” A smirk curves up my lips. “I like the way you are dangerously smart. Now I see why people call you the ruthless Alpha. You have all my attention, baby.”

Her pussy fluttered with need, imagining that huge cock stretching her virgin walls. He broke the kiss just enough to growl against her swollen lips, voice rough and commanding: "Never knew such a brazen little slut still existed. Sneaking up on me in the dark, rubbing your dripping cunt all over my cock like a bitch in heat." Elara’s breath hitched. That voice. That dominance. This wasn’t the Beta. His ocean-blue eyes burned into hers in the moonlight. Broad shoulders, chiseled jaw with a light beard, towering height. This was Alpha Damien Blackthorn, the most ruthless, feared Alpha in existence. The one who destroyed packs and claimed what he wanted without mercy.

He looked pleased and proud rather than scared and anxious that such words are coming out straight from the full lips of his daughter who always look like all she cares about is riding a dragon and eating those big round pies of cherry. "I will be the Alpha of the Refulgent and I will lead the realm to its new era. I will make sure that by the end of my reign. Men will see women as their equal and not just a tool for breeding and producing heir," I muttered. That night was the last night that I have spoken to the Alpha. I was looking forward for another day to spend with him. Hearing his guidance and his words of wisdom but it didn't came. Zuiveren found him the following morning dead on his

It was still too large but I looked better than the servant clothes I'd worn for the past six years. "You look adorable 713," 412 gushed and I grinned and thanked her. "Go down to the room where you brought the coffee and entertain the ruthless Alpha while I get ready for supper later," she ordered and I nodded uncomfortably. "Is he truly ruthless?" I asked curiously and she nodded and said, "gosh yes, he has killed numerous people and doesn't have household servants since his Luna passed. He's a recluse and doesn't come down from the Black mountains often." My brow creased and I frowned not thinking that made him ruthless just very lonely. 412 and I descended the stairs together and at the

As though her defiance were proof that she belonged at my side. I slam my fist against the stone wall, the crack reverberating through the room. No. I cannot allow this. I will not allow a slip of a woman, a fragile, trembling thing, to crawl beneath my skin. I am Alpha. I am ruler. I do not bend, I do not share, and I do not cannot love. And yet when I close my eyes, I see her. Not the broken girl who sobbed in shadows. Not the trembling captive who bowed her head. No, I see her as she was tonight burning steady, steady enough to hold her ground against me.

I would destroy Greko Pack from the inside out. Every wolf, every lycan, every omega, every WereFox and Wereboar all would kneel before me or burn. And nothing, no god, no beast, no spirit would stand in my way. I am Alpha Berra of the Forge Kingdom. And my reign of terror... ...has only just begun.

his gritted words make me turn, and white hot rage pulses through me. Snap! I slap him through the face, "What does it matter to you!" But he doesn't react and rolls his eyes, grabbing my arm and he yanks me off the chair. "Stop it," I tried to pull away. I glanced towards Ryan, wanting to confirm his safety. He was just a human; how could he withstand an attack from a Alpha? How could he attack a defenseless human for no reason?! Most humans didn't even know of our existence. What if we were discovered?! He was the Alpha's son; he wouldn't be punished, but what about me?!

He looked down at her, eyes burning silver again. “I’m Kael Damaris. Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack. And you just stepped into my world, little girl.” A howl rang out, closer now. The woods vibrated with energy she couldn’t name. “You should’ve stayed on the path,” Kael growled. “But it’s too late now.” ---

“Thank you, Alpha.” As we walked back towards the house, I extended my arm, which she took hesitantly. I paused before we entered, turning to her with a serious yet kind expression. “I know we haven’t had much time to get to know each other, but I hope tonight can be a step towards that.” Anne managed a small, forced smile. “Of course, Alpha.” Together, we stepped inside, ready to face the evening’s challenges. While her heart remained guarded, I sensed a flicker of curiosity about her—a curiosity that mirrored my own about the enigmatic and dangerous woman determined to end my life.

Against every law I lived by, despite every lesson I had carved into myself through blood and sacrifice, I had fallen for her. Me. Alpha Ryu. The ruthless, cold-blooded ruler of this Deadly Fang Pack. I had let myself love. A humorless laugh burst from my lips, broken and bitter. It echoed in the empty room, a sound far too close to a sob. I slammed my fist onto the solid oak desk, the wood shuddering under the force of the blow. Pain flared in my hand, but it was insignificant compared to the storm inside me. How had I, of all wolves, been so easily deceived? I was supposed to be smarter. Sharper. Untouchable. But somewhere between her laughter and her shy smiles, her fierce loyalty and her