Romans & histoires Hot Alpha Men

the Alpha dared. At once, the men went crazy. They went wild with anger. One of them quickly spoke out. "Get me his head, I will eat him for breakfast!" he pointed his sword at the Alpha after saying that but the Alpha did not shiver and neither did he step any foot away from where he was standing. The men charged at him. He quickly switched over to the other side of him and began smashing each man that comes close to him. There were no exceptions, all that came to him, he killed them. When the men saw it was impossible to kill the Alpha, the remaining ones who have not been killed tried to flee but, we quickly surrounded them and killed all except the abusive man because we need him alive t

Alpha, newly risen, still wearing the power like a coat that didn’t quite fit yet. Kael’s spine locked. He felt Blade uncoil inside him, slow and deliberate, like a blade sliding from its sheath. The door swung wide. Three men stepped through. The alpha led, twenty-two, maybe twenty-three, tall enough to fill the doorway, shoulders broad under a dark denim jacket. Confidence rolled off him in waves, but there was a flicker beneath it: the need to be seen as unbreakable. His beta flanked left, solid, quiet, eyes already mapping the room for exits and choke points. On the right came the gamma, leaner, quicker, with a lazy grin that promised trouble more than humor.

~Alright, as you wish. ~Turn around and order them to stop now,~ I suggested. Alpha Dominique cleared his throat. "Everyone! The fight is over!" he cried. His men stopped and looked at each other with surprise. [Now tell him to drop his pants and stand on his head for five minutes.] my wolf chimed in. [What the fuck? NO. What's wrong with you?] I scolded him. Dominique was my enemy, but I couldn't disrespect another Alpha, but I guess my wolf didn't care.

His thick eyebrows couldn't be any more squeezed up than they were and the tight purse of his lips was saying different stories about him. Was he angry? Was he meant to be? After being the one telling me to put on this tiny piece of clothing that was nothing short of lingerie in front of all these men. “When did you intend on bringing out this nice cake for us all to eat from?” The Alpha continued to ask and it was at this moment I took my time to properly study his face, slowly taking in his features. Unlike the man sitting at the far end, the one with the violet orbs, compared to him, the others looked like handmaids.

I asked, directing the question to all three of them. This finally snapped them back to reality. They stopped staring so intensely and the one in the middle finally replied. “My name is Jacob, Alpha to the bloodmoon pack. This is Christian ,and Damon” he said, pointing to the others too. “Christian is the Alpha of the silverclaw pack, and Damon is the alpha of the moonshadow pack.” I stared blankly at them. I knew them, everybody knew them. The three most powerful pack leaders in the entire district. Then slowly far started creeping in, what did they want with me? I should not have demanded answers from them like that. They could snap their fingers and have me beheaded in an instant.

“Mhm.” Miguel stared at the blanket for a few seconds before speaking again, his voice lower this time. “Why do I keep going into heat these days?” Caius didn’t answer. Miguel’s brows furrowed slightly. “Alphas don’t go into heat.” Another silence. Then Caius finally closed the book halfway. “I already told you before.” Miguel immediately cut him off irritably. “Except that.” He looked up with a frustrated glare. “I don’t believe that stupid theory.”

The man was strong in voice but lacked in size telling me he wasn’t ranked so should the need arise I knew I could take him out. “I’m Alpha Mykel Atwood to The Mountain Forest Pack and this is your Alpha, Lilith Atwood.” “Bullshit how could your pretty little Luna be our Alpha. Looks like she would be strong in the bedroom sure, but leading a pack? That job belongs to a man. His name is Alpha Tye.” “You know who we are now tell us who you are.” The men all laughed as the man holding the gun pushed it closer the barrel now touching my nose.

The crowd of people separated making a way in the middle, and there stands a 6'5 man with brown chocolate hair cut from the sides and long on top with little flecks falling on his scalp, he had muscles and some veins where popping out from his arms, he was wearing a shirt which he folded its arm length to his elbows and he wore black tights jeans with black boots, he looked like he's from some bike gang or something,with two sets of brown eyes. "Ow Alpha Richard, the balls you have, putting your hands on what's mine" he growled while moving toward us, and with that alpha Richard backed off removing his hand and looking a little pale, "Alpha black, I didn't know that you had found your ma

"You what? What did he say?" “Nothing. Just gave me a cold nod. Like he didn't even know me.” Jessica studied my face for a moment, and I knew she could see how much that had bothered me, even though I was trying to hide it. "Don't take it personally," she said gently. "He has to maintain his image in public. The Alpha can't show favoritism or familiarity with everyone. It would undermine his authority." I wanted to believe her, but the coldness in his eyes had felt so real, so complete. Like the person I had talked to yesterday didn't exist at all.

Not the Alphas. Not even me. He climbs the steps to the podium, takes the space like it belongs to him, then finally turns around to face everyone. “My sons are Alphas,” he announces, his voice loud, cold, absolute. “Alphas of Obsidian Veil.” A murmur ripples through the crowd. “They will not share one woman,” he continues. “And certainly not a human woman.” My chest tightens painfully. “And not only that,” Sebastian adds, his gaze snapping to me now, sharp and merciless, “that woman there—”