M Alpha Novels & Stories

A life filled with secrets was all that Sandra knew. But never did she expect that her crush would be a werewolf or that her classmates would be involved in witchcraft. Everyone was not to be trusted, including her own family.

Kurt: I've never wanted anything from Siegfried, least of all his pack. But with his death, the role of Alpha was left vacant, and regrettably, as his firstborn, I am next in line. I've put off taking the position for two years. But now I have my mate at my side, and I think I am ready with her support. But are these rogues willing to follow me? Can they accept my half-breed Luna? Isis: I was raised to be a hunter. None the wiser that, in actuality, I was a half-breed werewolf. A lot has happened to get me to where I am today. I've suffered and lost so much on this journey. But I have gained so much more for every pain I felt and for everything I lost. And of all that I've gained, having Kurt as my mate and his love is the best. He supported me through my hardships. Now I'll help him through his. I hope these rogues are ready to kneel to a half-breed Luna. This is the third book of the Bloodmoon Pack Series. You can read this as a standalone or in series . Isis and Kurt also appear in the Incubi Pack Series. Bloodmoon Pack: Book 1 - Alpha Logan Book 2 - Beta's Surprise Mate Book 3 - The Reluctant Alpha Novella - The Hunted Hunter Book 4 - The Genius Delta

Sienna was 10 when she had to witness her parents being murdered right in front of her eyes. The incident caused her severe PTSD. The Alpha King brought the little girl to his castle after the tragic incident. Everyone welcomed her wholeheartedly except for one person, the Alpha King's son, Azriel Ledger. He hated her for her closeness to his dad and bullied her whenever he got the chance. The PTSD had stripped Sienna off of her wolf. She was now just an omega and Azriel left no chance to remind her of that. He was obsessed with hurting her or maybe just with her; only time will tell. His hatred starts to turn into something else, something intense as time passes by. But the question is would he be able to acknowledge it before it's too late?

King Alpha Greyson takes Princess Faelyn's first kiss. But after he leaves, Greyson is nowhere to be found. And what was that thing about being mates? Fae ventures off across the land of Amaratha in search of this handsome, mysterious stranger. Will they finally meet again? "You're so feisty. I love it." His hot breath tickled my neck and I squeezed my eyes shut. My neck was so sensitive, yet here he was making me all hot and bothered. I hated him! Greyson took a deep breath and inhaled. "I can smell your arousal, princess. You better get it under control or we will have to take this somewhere else.

For three years, Selene Kingsley had been everything Malcolm Sullivan could ask for. She handled every detail of his pack, swallowed every grievance, and stood by him without ever asking for more. But he still refused to claim her as the Luna of the Blackridge Pack. He wouldn't even give her a marking ceremony. It wasn't until she witnessed his betrayal with her own eyes that she finally understood. His heart had never been hers. It had always belonged to his first love. Shattered, she ended things. Malcolm only sneered at her. "You're an Omega. What can you do without me?" What he didn't know was that her true identity was the heir of the Lunaris Pack, an Alpha by blood. When she returned home, she reclaimed her honor, wealth, and status. However, she also needed to choose a powerful mate to secure an alliance. So she chose the strongest Alpha among the major pack—the Alpha commander Blake Lancaster, and bound herself to him. She thought their union would be nothing more than a political match, a practical arrangement where both sides got what they needed. She had no idea this formidable alpha had wanted her for a very long time.

Finding out the most terrifying revelation that her husband is a werewolf, he had stolen from her to go be with his mate, Amira has to fight to get her wealth back from her ex husband and make him pay for leaving her to go be with his mate, but Amira is only a human who’s strength can not match that of the cruel possessive alpha Andre. It’s hope for Amira when she meets alpha Derrick who has the power to help her get her revenge but she has to deal with the fact that he is also a werewolf just like her ex? Will Amira let go of her anger and allow Derrick help her even though he is a werewolf, Alpha Derrick wants to be “her unexpected alpha “will Amira have the mind to fall in love with another, what’s her chances of surviving. Let’s find out in this intriguing story of love, romance, betrayal.

I jolt awake to splash of ice cold water making contact with my warm skin and ripping me from my dreams. Looking up I see my perpetrator and best friend Bailey giggling, and holding a now half-emptied bucket. “Wake up loser! Last day on the beach and you choose to sleep?” I roll my eyes in annoyance at her bubbly enthusiasm. “Alright I’ll get in for a bit but I’m not going to stay long,” I state with a huff. We each grab a floatie and make our way waist deep before hopping on and linking arms to keep from drifting apart. “Are you excited to be heading back tomorrow? I know I am!” Bailey quipped. Honestly I’d been avoiding that thought the whole trip. Returning to our pack was the last thing I wanted to think about. This week at the beach had been the calm environment I desperately needed after senior year. Returning would mean I would have to finally confront the drama that has become my life the last three months. All through high school I kept my head down, focusing on my team and training. Despite keeping to myself there was always one person stirring sh*t up, my ex, Austin. His father, the Alpha to our pack, gave his life in one of the pack battles last year. Leaving his Luna to raise Austin and his sister on her own. Austin would now be eligible for the Alpha title which worried me. Up until we left he had shown blatant disrespect to my father, Beta to our pack. Not to mention he still had his eyes and ears on me. Returning was the last thing I had on my mind, knowing sh*t is about to hit the fan.

Rose, a young orphaned werewolf, was taken into another pack after her parents were killed by a rival pack who wanted their lands for themselves. When it is time for Rose to have a mate, her mate happens to be Nate, the son of the Alpha of the pack that murdered her parents. She rejects him and undergoes a series of issues which causes her to have to stay with him for a while. Both of them hate themselves but have to live together for a while due to circumstances. During this time, Rose gets kidnapped and Nate has to get them back. They eventually realize that they actually do like each other and the process of falling in love begins.

On the night of his 18th birthday, Tristan feels the tremor of something wild beneath his skin. A night of celebration in the woods ends with a shocking transformation—he becomes a wolf, and his mother Laura collapses in terror. Fleeing into the forest, Tristan encounters Rosalind, a fierce she‑wolf who hints at a destiny he never imagined, while a tormented slave named Athena struggles under the iron rule of the ruthless alpha Jasper. As secrets unravel, Laura reveals she stole Tristan as a baby, and a hidden lineage of twin wolves emerges, tying Tristan to a powerful pack, a forbidden love and an ancient prophecy. Caught between duty, betrayal, and a growing bond with Athena, Tristan must navigate brutal training, ancient artifacts, and a looming war that could shatter the fragile peace between packs. When a cruel assault forces Athena into Tristan’s arms, they forge an unlikely alliance, determined to topple Jasper’s tyranny. With loyalties tested, a twin’s wedding, and a mother’s sacrifice, Tristan’s quest for identity becomes a fight for freedom—and a love that might be his greatest weapon. “THE STOLEN ALAPHA” is a dark, pulse‑pounding tale of were‑wolves, hidden heritage, and a young man torn between two worlds, who must decide whether to claim his birthright or forge his own destiny.

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.