Knotting Alpha Novels & Stories

I stretched my neck, aiming to have a better look on her features. It was all futile. Having her silky chestnut locks waves through the wind, grazing her shoulder had unfortunately covered most of her face. My throat let out a grunt, irritated. Wait, irritated? What am I annoyed about? I shook my head a couple of times, prompting me to focus on the subject matter. My brain moved on drive, curious as to what causes her to venture on such an act. By the way she set forth her emotions, the Alpha must have infuriated her greatly. Alphas are sometimes very vexing to be around with. I won't deny that.

Sadie said. "Every Omega and Alpha has a scent that comes out from within them, for Alpha it is to show their strength and dominant side towards Omega, but for Omega, usually the scent is to tempt Alphas, they have different scents and no one has the same scent, that's why Alphas will easily find their mate," Hunter said. "But I'm not an Omega, I don't know when there was something like that in this world," Sadie said. “Are you serious? I think you hit something when you were little, I'm sure your grandma also knows about this, it's just that I don't feel the scent from her, maybe she's a Beta," Hunter said.

~ ISABELLE ~ Even though Aiden had made me cum a few moments ago, my walls clenched continuously, reminding me of the emptiness. It intensified my need, and yet the cruel man was denying me what I needed the most— his knot. I needed it desperately to clench around. I had never had a knot in my life before. Very few wolves had knots. Mostly, the Alphas got a knot as soon as they met their mates. None of my previous lovers had knots.

“You’ll beg for it. Beg me to knot you.” A whimper breaks out of me, high, pathetic. “P-please… please Alpha—” “Not good enough.” His hand tightens, pulling harder until my scalp burns. “Say it. Say what you need. Say who you belong to.” Tears spill down my face, soaking the sheets beneath me. My body thrashes, my hole clenching around him so tight it makes him groan. “I–I n-need—ahh—your knot! Please, Alpha, give me your knot!”

“I’ll claim you anywhere, anytime. In the library stacks while you’re trying to study—knot locked deep while you bite your arm to stay quiet. After tactical shifting class when you’re all sweaty and feral—I’ll drag you into the locker room and breed you against the tiles while the rest of the team smells exactly what I’m doing to their professor’s omega. And when your next heat hits? We’re locking ourselves in here for ten days straight. I’ll keep you on my knot the entire time, pumping load after load until you can’t remember anything but my name and ‘breed me, alpha.’” I came just from his words and the taste of him— a small, rolling orgasm that made me whimper around his cock and squirt w

"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!"

At the time we all thought they just didn’t want a group of horny teenage werewolves straying on ops, but the fear of hurting someone like that, well, it kept us well and truly leashed. “My wolf says an Alpha knot is bigger and lasts longer. It has always been that way, to ensure the continuation of the Alpha bloodline and protection of the pack. Sometimes an Alpha mating can last hours, tying the two together for even longer after that. Apparently it’s usually a celebration in the pack, then the couple go wherever to do their thing, and the Beta would stand guard, make sure food and drink etcetera, was provided if it takes longer than expected. ” I parrot back what my wolf tells me even tho

Word travelled the way it always did in a large pack. Not announced. Not broadcast. Simply absorbed into the collective awareness through the particular osmosis of wolves living in close proximity — a scent caught in a corridor, a door noticed standing open on a previously empty room, a question asked in the kitchen that produced an answer that produced three more questions. By morning, every wolf in the Iron Veil compound knew that Alpha Ashford had returned from the Selwyn meeting with a woman. By mid-morning, they knew she was an Omega.

I tug it up and over her head, her hair swishing as I pull the shirt free and toss it to the floor. Our beautiful Anna bares me her beautiful naked tits, and they’re perfect, just like she is. Sweet little pink buds against pale skin. A birthmark just underneath her right nipple. She smiles as I run my hand from one to the other, closes her eyes as I roll her soft little tits around my palm. I grip those hard little nubs between my fingers, and she groans. “Kiss me…” she breathes. “Please, Kennedy. Kiss me.”

“I’m not sure if I can even begin to forgive her for doing something like that to me, but I’d be willing to try because I love her. “She has to get away from the rouge first though. And I’m not sure how to get the two apart. They’re oddly attached to each other ridiculously quickly. “I don’t get it either. I’m the Alpha of my pack. Everyone in that pack wants to be with me. How is it possible that the woman I love doesn’t want to be with me?” That catches my attention. “You’re the Alpha?” I ask. “Yeah,” he scoffs. “Not doing too much for me lately though.” “It can though,” I say. “See, I have a plan to pry Kole and Kierra apart. But I don’t have the funds to do so.”