Jealous/possessive Alpha Male Romance Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

, Rudra Singh Rathore {Male lead of Book 5 'HADES Lost PERSEPHONE'} •PORISHMA DAS "A Strong Single Mother" "I hate Jealousy. I hate possessiveness because I am nobody's Possession", Porishma Das (Female Protagonist of book 2 'Sexiest Monster and His Possession) •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ~ Description Of The Stories & Introduction Of The leads :- • Second Story : Sexiest MONSTER And His Possession {Davis-Porishma}

I'm happy because he already controlled himself and the tension between them has already gone. “There is nothing you should be scared with, Alpha Drake. I have no plan of taking her from you and regardless of how you know me for being a womanizer, I will never take the fiancé, wives, and girlfriends of my friends.” Beta Zander uttered towards Drake and that made me to bite my bottom lips from what he uttered.

I'd always think with my brain, cold logic over foolish emotion. What a lie. Both my fucking brain, heart, and mind were filled with her—Juliette, my mate, my everything. Goddess knows just how much I wanted to rip apart anyone who'd ever hurt her, even in the slightest. Dante with his filthy hands on her neck, I'd tear them limb from limb if I could, bathe in their blood just to see her smile without shadows in her eyes. Watching tears fall from her cheeks earlier, unaware as she poured out her pain, had cracked something primal inside me. It awakened the beast that other alphas whispered about in hushed tones—the jealousy, the possession that burned like silverfire.

"You can score all the goals you want out here. It changes nothing. I’m still taking you home tonight, and I’m still putting you back on my chest." "In your dreams," I choked out, my fingers clutching his jersey as I tried to find my leverage to push him away. My face was completely flushed—the sheer dominance of his stance turning my blood to liquid fire. "We’ll see about that," he teased, a slow, satisfied smirk spreading across his lips as he let his heavy Alpha pheromones bleed out into the cool air between our visors. The scent of cedarwood and cold mint wrapped around my senses, a thick, possessive weight that made my inner Omega give a low, frantic pull.

I follow every movement his lips make, like a hypnotized bunny. “She also said you were an orphan. What pack do you come from?” He asks and I gulp, regaining my senses and subtly looking around to make sure that no one saw me gawking at the old hottie. “The burning moon pack.” He smiles, charming but deadly. “Your Alpha is a good friend of mine.” I manage to return the smile, but we both know there is nothing genuine about our smiles. I can barely move my fork, my hands tremble around my fork. Dante's presence dominated the room, stealing my breath.

It wasn’t the sound of a man. It was the sound of a werewolf dominant alpha. The door to the temple shattered, and through the dust and moonlight came Alexander, Alpha of the Raiden Black Cliff Pack. Tall, handsome like the Greek gods themselves and broad-shouldered, his aura crackling with fury. His golden brown eyes glowed with lethal rage, his scent heavy with storm and dominance. He didn’t hesitate. The first abuser lunged. Alexander caught his throat mid-air, claws sinking deep, and ripped it open. Blood sprayed against the broken marble.

Chapter 41 … After the chaos subsided, the wolves who were still able to stand remained on Rodes Hill to witness their Alpha’s wedding ceremony. The events of that night had left them shaken, their hearts still unsettled—but none of them realized the truth. None of them understood that the overwhelming pressure that had forced half of the wolves to collapse and retreat from Rodes Hill had come from the Lycan King himself… from a surge of jealousy he was experiencing for the very first time.

Her own best friend in the embrace of her fated mate. “I know I am an Omega.” She thought to herself, “an Alpha would never disgrace his title by mating with me, this mate bond is a mistake in the first place. The moon goddess was out of her mind pairing us together, she must hate me, she must despise me so much that she derives plenty pleasure from twisting my life into different stages of suffering and anguish, but this… this is a pain like no other, and I would be lucky if I make it out of this with my wolf in one piece.”