Hot Alpha Male Novels & Stories

"Not with a male like Everett Hawthorne." My temper, held under tight control for so long, explodes like a pack war horn. "Yes, a male like Everett!" I roar, the raw power in my voice making the teacups rattle on the shelf. "A fierce High Alpha who protects his people! A father who adores his daughter, who is brilliant, protective, and completely unyielding! What a absolute nightmare! Oh, and let's not forget he commands the most powerful pack in Silvercrest City and holds more territory than any Alpha in the region!"

“How do I know what you say is true? All of these pictures were taken at one time and not multiple times as you claimed." “My future mate has the cutest small crescent moon on her left hip. I bet it is very sensitive. I can’t wait to suck on it. She is so responsive to my words. How much more responsive will she be when I finally take her? Like I said, I’m a patient male and she is worth the wait.” Alpha Richard said. “I will kill you and her before I let you have her. Zell is MINE! Emil growled.

“There’s someone who won’t like what we’ve done. Someone who’ll try to sever the bond.” I froze. “You said that wasn’t possible.” “It shouldn’t be.” His jaw tightened. “But power changes everything. And not everyone wants a human bonded to an alpha.” I stared at him. “So I’m a liability.” “No. You’re mine.” His voice dropped. “And that makes you powerful and a threat to anyone who wanted me claimed by someone else.” I swallowed. “There was someone else, wasn’t there?” He didn’t answer. But he didn’t have to.

I sighed and looked away, how could he look so hot doing such simple things! I glanced at the alphas' table. Mr. Hot Alpha was back to the table, holding his bottle of beer, laughing and damn, he looked even hotter when doing that. I'm glad he has a sense of humour… many alphas who are as hot as that are always as grumpy as fuck. Wait, Andrea! Who are you kidding? You won't even get a chance to talk to him talk more of getting him in your newly acquired bed. “I can help you finish up that shot of tequila if you don't want it.” Leo chuckled beside me.

His back was straightened like nothing could cause him to bend, I felt an air of loneliness around him but my senses screamed that he was dangerous. Suddenly, he turned around and arrived before me. The Alpha was taller than me with a large build, his chest was wide and toned, his tattooed arms were bulging from under his shirt, and his chiseled jawline perfectly accentuated the godly proportions of his face. His face was something even Adonis couldn’t compare, dark red hair that was almost black shined and seemed inviting to touch. A small mole was under his left eye, it seemed like even the world would stop rotating just to stare at his unparalleled beauty.

Alpha Romero chuckles in a seductive tone. I find him to be an attractive man, which is unusual, both because I am not typically attracted to men and because I have two mates and he is not one of them. His charisma is off the charts, though. His presence isn’t commanding or dominant like Alpha Kaiya’s, but has a seductive, laid back quality that draws you in.

As for now, his wolf seemed to be in ignoring mode, and that frustrated the male like anything. Shaking his head, Zayden got to his feet and stretched his broad arms out. The mirror across the room reflected a fine specimen of a man: tall height, bulky shoulders, and firm muscles in all the right places. Among all the men in the pack, Alphas were known to be much more endowed and powerful. They were the epitome of strength, dominance, and command. Not to forget, they were ferociously good-looking. So much so that the supply of women to their beds never grew to a halt. Women practically dropped their panties at their sight. Jealous men blamed it on their supernatural genes, but that was hardl

Maxwell paled, then pushed her chair back so quickly in an attempt to stand that she almost tripped over it. My eyes flew to Beta Nichols. He looked conflicted. I decided then to let a little of my temper be known. “Have you ever heard of the hot male matrix?” I asked him. He looked over at me, baffled. “The what?” “It is an online theory that has become popular amongst certain she-wolves. It essentially posits that the hotter a male, the bigger the a&&hole.” I glanced at Ms. Maxwell, who was standing stiff as a board.

An animalistic snarl ripples from his chest and with forceful motion of his hand, he sends the boy flying and landing on the ground some distance away. ' No, he cannot rut with this slave! ' He inhales and exhales raggedly for several seconds, but the need does not abate; It only burns wildly until Lyrien feels as though he will explode in hot flames. Ordinary poisons have little effect on his dominant Alpha genes, so what is this? It's different from everything he has ever felt. Is he experiencing...Heat? An Alpha can't be in heat themselves, they only respond to an Omegas heat period.

Alpha Atlas is the worst human you can ever be around. Yes, he is the most powerful Alpha, rumored to have the rarest wolf—but he is unbearable. I have never laid eyes on him, yet I’ve heard enough stories, read enough fiction inspired by his character, to know why they call him Cold Fire.