La Esposa Del Alfa Novels & Stories

The Alpha could not stand to share space with his wife. One afternoon while walking through the gardens, I overheard two young servants chatting near the laundry lines. Their voices carried clearly on the breeze. “The Alpha cannot even bear looking at his wife,” one said with a giggle. “He runs to the borders every chance he gets. Poor Luna. All that softness and no one to appreciate it.” The other laughed softly. “Maybe he misses his old flame. Velvera was always so slim and fierce.”

Wayland growled, inhaling deeply, then yanked off his jacket and tossed it aside somewhere as his burning gaze devoured me. I immediately shot up like a startled doll. Lying on a bed, especially in this state, in front of this beast — was a dangerous game. But it felt good, whispered my inner voice at the worst possible time, making my cheeks burn with heat. "Is it that little musician?" the Alpha demanded, his voice a thunderous growl, clearly struggling to keep himself in check. "My mark is on you! You're already my wife!" the brunette snarled, and I nearly choked on outrage at hearing such a ridiculous claim.

“But I can’t. And that’s why I kept it from you. My marriage to Lana was just a contract, yes that is indeed true, I won’t lie about that but I love her more than my own life. That is also true.” The silence that followed was long and unbearable. When I opened my eyes again, I was expecting to see fear. Or disgust. Or disappointment. But instead, I saw something else. They were still there. A voice came from somewhere in the crowd… a female wolf, older, her fur colored with silver. “You are still our Alpha,” she said. “Curse or not.” Then another. “You fought for us. That’s what matters.” And then another. “You told us the truth. That’s more than your father ever did.”

she sighed, as if that was a bad thing, which bothered him more than it should have, thanks to his traitorous wolf “Yeah, it would be hard not to notice.” “Contrary to what your escort seems to think, I didn't come here to consummate our marriage. Better than anyone else, I want you to know that what happened today was nothing more than the execution of a contract between me and your father. You will never be my wife or have power over this territory. Maybe you've heard that, in my people's culture, we call the Alpha's mate a Luna. She is responsible for guiding the people alongside her and has equal influence over everyone, especially when she and the Alpha are fated mates. But, not you.” h

"I've found a wife for you." I just stared at her for a second before laughing. Nothing else could be done. She couldn't really mean that. "Uh-huh?" Mother's lips were pursed in a way that showed she was about to scold me sharply, but she didn't want to waste her breath on my useless, ungrateful hide. Instead, she said, "She's the new Alpha of that disaster wolf pack to the north." That stopped me in my tracks.

"Now that we have some time in private, which one of you called me a whore and which one decided that I must be an Omega?" The words cut through me, and I hear nothing of what comes after the question, but as soon as the women notice my face and start shivering in fear, I'm sure I look nothing near friendly. If it were up to me, I'd kill them both on the spot, right the fuck now. How dare they insult my beloved wife with such profanity? Is it really that they both have a death wish, damn it? "W-we're sorry, A-Alpha's wife," one of them stutters. Ha, like, that's going to solve the case for me. God, if it weren't for Zeno standing here, those two would disappear before he could think of a pro

I heard a door slam closed from somewhere in the house, where my little wife had gone to hide away. I could still smell her lingering scent. I could feel my canines sharpening, my claws extending all on their own. An Alpha wasn't supposed to be out of control like this. But I didn't fucking care. "My silly little wife thought she could disrespect me? That she could run away from me?" howled Leo. I climbed the stairs three at a time to her bedroom. She caught me off guard in the study and then got away. Yet she wouldn't get away so easily this time.

~Zella~ As soon as his wife was out of the room, and it was only the two of us left in the room, Alpha Declan finally spoke. “Did you hear my wife’s decision?” he asked. “Yes Alpha, loud and clear,” I responded calmly. “Are you going to send me away too? Even though you know deep in your heart that I am the only one who can find that person who is trying to kill your beloved son?” “You know me well,” he said calmly, his eyes flashing with the aloofness I was already accustomed to.

My Alpha. His broad, muscular back was slick with sweat and what looked like baby oil. His hands gripped bruisingly tight around a woman's waist as he drove into her with a savage, primal desperation. I tried to swallow, but my throat was completely dry. Beneath him, her perfectly manicured fingers tangled in his dark hair, was a face I knew too well. Selena. His late brother’s wife. "Oh my fucking God! You're so... uuh... fucking... deep, Alpha," she whimpered, arching her back to take more of him.

Arwaah breathed in realization. It's true he planned all this to show Maya that Alpha still loved her mother and not her but here, it seemed like his plan almost flopped. "I have to do something big but what?" Alpha seemed to be hatching another plan within his mind when Alpha's voice interrupted him from his thoughts, "this isn't my Maya. You must prove that she's indeed my wife." Wait! What was wrong with Alpha? "Haha! For the first time I'm finding you funny. Don't tell me you can't recognize your own wife. I mean.... what kind of a husband are you?