Hot Alpha Male Novels & Stories

I've missed a few things she said earlier, but I grabbed the last part. “What about you? What do you think he is?” Dropping the stick, she screeches. “An alpha! I mean, he's super hot like one.” She dashes to where I'm standing, shoving her phone into my face. “Watch this!” The video plays again, and on the screen is a man completely naked, moving in the shadows of the dim neon light in his background. His waist rolls to the rhythm of the music. Hands sliding smoothly down the acres of muscles on his chest and torso.

“No rock. I just don’t have time to watch z-tube.” “And therein lies your problem.” “Get to your point, please,” I sighed. “The hotter a male is, the more of an a&&hole he necessarily is. It’s science. And our alpha king is clearly a very, very, very big a&&hole.” “Wow. That’s what you call science?”

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.

His face filled with confusion, knowing I might ask something. 'Please, Alpha Tate, I might freeze to death one of these nights. Just one blanket or warmer clothes is all I ask of you,' I beg, swallowing my pride and not being afraid to go against the status quo. Alpha Tate is twenty-two without a mate. He was handsome and very good-looking. He has light brown hair and penetrating brown eyes. His body is physically strong, with enormous muscles around his body that can make every girl drool. He is a powerful, 6-foot-tall man. But even with a bright-looking face, in reality, he was a monster. He was handsome outside but rotten inside.

Something about the way the man’s eyes fell on him made his skin itch, but he would be lying to himself if he said this particular itch was entirely unpleasant. Alex was handsome, tall, broad and well-groomed, but not in an overt way, simply a clear sign that he took good care of himself. Everyone wore scent blockers, it was required in most offices, but there was something about Alex that screamed of his Alpha status. It wasn’t just his high position in the company, it was his stature, the strong angles of his features, the way he carried himself, and his eyes. His eyes bore both a softness and an intensity that Ash found himself wanting to fight and submit to at the same time. Ash felt a h

If this boy had an Alpha wolf and claimed my father killed his, that meant… No. My father killed one Alpha when he was a hunter, and that was Alpha Ravenscroft. So, this… This boy I was staring at was his son, Zane Ravenscroft, the one person I prayed to never cross and he was my mate? No. Moon goddess. Is this some kind of joke? I shakily forced my mouth open to speak even though I felt like passing out. "Zane…" "Don't you dare!" He yelled, his body shaking with rage and I flinched. "Don't you ever say my name."

A smirk visible on his lip, "You are quite cranky , that isn't fitting for a lady" He glanced down at the gold watch hidden under the sleeve of his turd. "The Silone should have rared off by now we have so much to talk about Melissa Valsher, the Alpha female or should I say Alpha king" 'This moron thinks am the Alpha king? Is he daft to the prophecy out there?'

Damn this horny Alpha! We are still outside!

They called me overcautious. Weak. Too concerned with human opinions. They didn’t understand that being Alpha wasn’t about flexing power—it was about knowing when not to. The image of Kian, one of the more arrogant young wolves, smirking at me as he promised to “show the mortals their place” burned in my skull. I’d nearly shifted right there in the meeting. Nearly reminded him who exactly held his leash. My grip on the handlebars tightened. The bike growled, and I twisted the throttle harder. The speed bled some of the anger out of me, but not enough.