Her Ruthless Alpha Novels & Stories

A menacing laughter erupted from my lips as thoughts of what I would do to her ran down my head. I was certain that she felt I would fire her as a result of what happened the previous night. But I wouldn't. No matter what Lilith does to me or anyone, she will never be sacked. Rather, I would chip off her wings, feather by feather, until she was left with nothing to fly with. I would break her beyond repair. Only then would she submit to me as her Alpha. When I was done with her, I would dump her. She won't challenge me now or in her next life. She would understand why people referred to me as the Ruthless Alpha.

"Send scouts to monitor their movements closely. We'll strike when they're most vulnerable." Ryan nodded and left to relay my orders. Alone in my tent, I allowed myself a moment to process the day's events. The victory was ours, but the war was far from over. Adrian was a formidable opponent, and I knew he wouldn't take this defeat lightly. The moonlight cast shadows on the walls of my chamber, and I felt a pang of nostalgia. This battle had reminded me of my early days as Alpha, when every decision felt like a test of my leadership. But those days were long gone. I was no longer the untested leader struggling to prove himself. I was Magnus, the Ruthless Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and I had

He looked at her, curious as to what she had to say. "I have something to tell you," Alma remarked as she moved closer to him. Virgin nodded and motioned for her to come along. Alma followed him into his office. "What is it?" Virgil asked as he sat in his chair. "Your strategy for defeating Blaze is remarkable. But don't underestimate him. Remember that he is known as the ruthless alpha. He has no mercy when it comes to executing his foes." Virgil smirked, his fingers intertwined. "This ruthless alpha will be defeated and killed this time."

I scream and upturn the table, sending its contents skittering to the ground, hot tears of frustration sting my eye and I wipe it off, that Leila girl must pay, she doesn't deserve to live, and she definitely does not deserve to have the Alpha. He is mine. Mine alone, no one can have him, if they try, they will end up on a pyre or with their heads on a pike. My hands are balled into fists and I want to punch someone, preferably Leila, but I cannot do that. The walls of my room feel suffocating and I pull at my hair, slipping to the ground, rage immediately turning into pain as hot tears flow.

The word hit me like a slap to the face. My legs wobbled beneath me, and I had to fight to stay standing. Alpha. Not Beta. This man, the one I had given myself to in a drunken haze, was Alpha Ragnar Crimson. The Undead King. The most feared Alpha in the entire realm. "Leave us," Ragnar commanded, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. The warriors hesitated for a moment before bowing their heads and filing out of the room. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving me alone with him.

And then her eyes widened in horror as it clicked. “Alpha Tyson Adams?” She squeaked out, hoping he would laugh at her and call her silly for thinking that her mate was Alpha Tyson Adams, the most ruthless Alpha the world had seen in decades. The guy who single-handedly killed hundreds of rogues without even breaking a sweat. The guy even the werewolf council was afraid of. There was no way her mate was the infamous Alpha Tyson! “That’s the Alpha’s name,” Michael confirmed reverently, and Olivia felt black stars appear in front of her eyes. Oh shit. Her mate was indeed the ruthless Alpha the world was scared of. Just her luck! Now what?

"I wasn't surprised when Rafael was the only one who came after me. His wolf had been strong enough to burn the alcohol in his veins faster than anyone else’s. He was Alpha after all...but so was I." Rhys's P.O.V : For the first time I truly understood the true meaning of her being an Alpha. The only female Alpha to rule a pack in all over Asia. The scars that she carried in her soul were deep, too deep to heal, but I wish I'll be able to lessen their burn. Her eyes didn't hold tears when she spoke of the unbelievable acts that she had to commit in order to survive, no, they were the eyes of a survivor. And still she continued...

Her beauty was breathtaking and her long mane was like the black clouds before the heavy rain. I got up and approached her while she looked down. “Look at me!” I ordered but she kept her head low. “I don’t like to repeat myself! I am your Alpha and….” I was about to complete my sentence when she said. “Mate?” “Is that a question or a statement?” I frowned and asked straightly. She paused for a moment and replied, “it doesn’t matter.” “I am Alpha Keiser! The most ruthless and dangerous Alpha in North America. And you, little rouge, how dare you to raise your voice on me?” I hissed.

she yelled before striding away, leaving Alpha Mraz standing in his spot, bewildered by her declaration. "Did I make you ruthless enough?" he murmured to himself. "If so, then that's good. It will make you stronger to protect yourself, my mate. I'm waiting for your unfathomable growth."

Fearing his wrath, they swiftly released me and backed away. No wolf could disobey a direct order from an alpha, especially a true Alpha, unless they were rogue. Rogues were banished or lone wolves who had lost their sanity and remained in their beast form with blood-red eyes. Known for their brutality and ruthlessness, they spared no one in their path, not even alphas. I rushed into his embrace, relief washing over me as I sought solace in his arms. He held me tightly, exuding the scent of fresh grass and musk. Tilting my head up, he gently held my chin and locked his ocean-blue eyes with mine.