Knotting Alpha Novels & Stories

Or to remind me of my place. “That’s not necessary..”. “That’s great Luna, you should invite princess Emily too, the only daughter of alpha smith, from the moon stone pack. I heard the triplets once dated her”.

His naughty mouth falls between my legs now, "Are you ready, love?” "For what?" I ask. “Didn’t you ask for my knot?” Alpha asks with a cocky tone, igniting something inside of me so intense I feel like I’m going to pass out. When Elliot thrusts back into me, I'm sensitive but I gladly take it because I do want his knot. More rhan wanting it, it feels like a necessity right now. But Alpha is a long way from that virgin pup I had sex with last time, he’s making up for that situation by refusing to let his fucking knot out even when I come again.

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.

But all annoyance fled, replaced by open-mouthed shock, as I reran the search without any filters. Okay, so somehow I’d made it twenty-five years without ever knowing that alphas had…a knot. A knot? I read the description I’d found on one of the many websites that had popped up, my eyes widening and widening. Because, what, the evolutionary biology powers-that-be had sat down and said, “You know what? Alpha cock just isn’t big enough. Let’s make it get even bigger once it’s in there. Huge! And also, since alphas don’t already have enough advantages in size and strength and everything, the knot’ll keep their mates from getting away. In case they’re still conscious. LOL!”

He knew the council hid and altered truths as they saw fit, but this was too far. A knot lock was something that happened when a singular alpha mated and knotted an untouched omega. A virgin’s body wasn’t elastic enough to take a knot without tearing. So, it would rip, and heal repeatedly until it formed a ring of tissue fitted perfectly to the flesh filling it. The process for this was called knot splitting. It was a rare occurrence in this day and age. Where most omegas were shared and lost their innocence to betas, immature alphas, or omegan aids (dildos, they’re stupid silicone cocks for crying out loud).

he explained, “but when it can no longer be hidden, you’ll know my words are true and you’ll meet me right here.” The next six months was the worst time of my entire life. Alpha hid his wife from the entire pack, claiming she was down with the flu, and she only made swift appearances in public. I told myself she wasn’t pregnant, just the flu, but that damn boy’s voice kept resounding in my ears. I rationalized Alpha’s strange behavior. If his wife were indeed pregnant, he’ll be the first person to tell me right? Wrong! He announced her pregnancy to the entire pack on the sixth month. Claiming she would soon put to bed, and they were going on a journey to ensure her safe delivery.

"You're opening up easily. That's good. Means you'll be able to take an Alpha's knot without much prep." "How big is a knot?" "Mine? At full inflation, about three inches in diameter. Bigger than my cock. It'll stretch you wide, lock inside you, keep my cum trapped deep so it can breed you properly." Kai's cock pulsed at the description, and Daemon chuckled. "You like that idea. Your body wants it. Wants to be stretched and filled and knotted." He added a third finger, and Kai whimpered. "That's a lot..." "This is less than my knot. And you're taking it well. Such a good omega. Made for breeding." He crooked his fingers, found that spot inside, and Kai's back arched.

) The moments the restraint on my wrists was gone, I jumped off the table I’d been tied to, tunnel-visioned to the Alpha still restrained to the long chair. There was a noise, but my brain didn’t register it. Instead, I threw myself over the Alpha’s powerful thighs, and fumbled at the zipper hiding my gift from me! Finally I managed to drag it down and oh goddess, my fingers wrapped around a hard, throbbing length. The Alpha under me jerked upright, his back bowing off the chair. He growled, fucking into my hand, his powerful body surging into a sitting position as the chain on his left wrist broke.

“They haven't given you a name yet, I guess. That's okay, I'll bring you some food because I know you're starving." She gave me one last fake smile before slamming the door shut and vanishing from the room far enough to create an echo. Aside from a phone charger, an alarm clock, and some headache medication, the bedside tables were nearly empty when I turned to investigate the bedroom. The majority of Alpha's wardrobe was made up of button-up shirts and black jeans, so I went on to the closet area. The accessories exhibit was adorned with around twelve pairs of shoes, timepieces, and ties at its base. I questioned how he'd amassed such wealth.

“Knotting is…um, well... it’s um—” Avery wasn’t sure why Ian kept stuttering as she demanded an explanation, but it turns out he was just too embarrassed to say it. “Remember when I said werewolves also have an animalistic part to them? It’s like that. It’s simply the alpha’s, you know… genitals swelling in their mates during copulation to keep their seeds in and thus increase the chance for conception; it can go on for hours, sometimes days. It mostly happens during an alpha's rut, which is the equivalent of an omega’s heat.” Then he went ahead and gave her a textbook definition.