Knot Alpha Novels & Stories

"Damon! What are you doing?!" He was knotting me?! My mind screamed. How far gone was he? An Alpha shouldn't knot an Omega—not unless they were mated, or at the very least planning to get married. It was an unwritten law of the packs. The chances of pregnancy after a knot jumped to a staggering seventy-five percent. "Relax...Milaya" he whispered against my ear, his voice so low that I didn’t even register the nickname. I shook my head, my eyes squeezing shut as I pushed at his arms. "Damon!"

His knot was growing. I’d never felt an Alpha’s knot. Zayle was giving me a whole plethora of firsts. An Alpha knot was something that seemed mythical. Fated mates didn’t always reach the level of bond for a knot to form unless it was within the heat of their mate. Even then, it wasn’t always guaranteed. It wasn’t needed to have pups but as an Omega it was something we dreamed to coax out of an Alpha.

he asks. “A knot,” I whisper, my cheeks heating. The sparkle in his gaze tells me he already knew what I meant and wanted to tease me. “It’s only Carnage Alphas that have them. And only Carnage Omegas can accept them.” “Accept them?” I repeat. “When we fuck normal wolves or humans, our knots stay at the base,” he explains. “But when we take an Omega, the knot connects to her, creating a bliss unlike any other. Or that’s what I’ve heard and now observed, anyway. I’ve not yet experienced it for myself.”

“No pressure, then.” Corvin arched a brow. “You’re already under it. You just keep pretending you’re not.” Silence stretched between us, heavy with things I didn’t want named. “What happens,” I asked finally, “if the Alpha rejects the bond?” Corvin didn’t answer right away. He stared into his mug, jaw tightening. “Then the fire looks elsewhere,” he said. “And gods help anyone standing in its path.” My wolf snarled uneasily. I stood, heart pounding. “You’re saying she’s dangerous.”

I set my pen down and leaned back into my chair. “Alpha.” He said, his voice filled with urgency. “We’ve uncovered something about the attack.” I leaned forward, my interest piqued. “What have you found?” I asked, my voice steady. With a deep breath Andrew spoke, “They used wolfsbane.” “What?” “Unfortunately, there was no way to save them. They would have died no matter what our medical team would have tried.” He said with sadness in his tone. His gaze fell to the ground.

He had left to their overactive imaginations. Now, the same Alpha was fretting over some woman he had met at a club. The pack members were excited about finally having a Luna to soothe their Alpha, who was in desperate need of a woman's touch, which meant more than a one-time roll in the sack. However, the pack managed to keep their excitement at bay until they heard from the alpha himself or one of the betas. ***********

“Do you ever hear about knotting?” With a frown on my face, I look at the two of them. “I am sorry… But, knotting? What is that?” “Err… knotting happens when the Alpha performs the s*xual relationship with their mate, and in the… Ummm, the last minute of the orgasm, the Alpha will perform knotting to the mate. To increase the chance for the mate to be pregnant.” Acacia would probably be more nervous than me when she explained what knotting is.

" I asked, heading into the room. "No, not really, just the..." I didn't hear what he had to say anymore as I dodged past and got to where Ryan was sitting on one of the chairs at the old woman stirred some shit in a bowl "You guys, calm down before you do anything " Devin sighed, "while you were gone, Danna and I were going through the files and stumbled upon this," he showed us some piece of paper that he was holding in his hand and rad from what was written in it , "so according to these if any frnerst up on me of vikatke ever attacked they could only do it to an alpha of a pack because he is the only one string enough to penetrate the world

Watching the car wheel stop at the traffic light. “You good, Rory?” Nicholas’s voice pulled him back. “Yeah… splendid.” Looking back at his phone, photos of Christine Hewitt stared back at him. She was as beautiful as beautiful could be. But she was not what he had expected her to be; that is for sure. Christine, or Christy, was an albino lady. And a very popular social media influencer. According to Wiki, she got her fame from her rare albino looks. With her very whitish hair and pinkish eyes.

No sound's coming out of it. His eyes are on mine the whole time and I watch as the life goes out of them. I hold on until my wolf says, very quietly, 'He's gone, Alpha.' When I let go, Wes Corben falls down in the snow like a man who’s gone to sleep. Noah kneels behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, lips pressed to his mark on my neck, bringing me back to myself. "I couldn't let you," I mumble. "I know."