M Y Alpha Novels & Stories

"I'm Ahbaya Bloodmoon, nice to meet you, Yael. And from today until your last breath, you're mine.” I kept my gaze at her. Finding a ray of insanity in her eyes. “I don’t know what you mean.” "You must be deaf. I told you, you’re mine. I bought you from this old lady right here.” Alpha Ahbaya gestured at Martha. “Isn’t that right, Martha?” All the praises in my head about the Alpha disappeared as soon as she opened her mouth. And I thought she was noble.

I said in defence and looked away “Alpha Haden,” she stared angrily at me, emphasising on the ‘Alpha’, “You should do better. You are the Alpha of the pack, not a weak lover boy of Tasyra!” with that, she walked away I know I liked Tasyra, but to cry? I felt weak, powerless and stupid, “Gaya,” I murmured “She's right! Alpha's don't cry. That was a weak movement,” Gaya shrugged

Clayton added. “I think we will,” I replied with a nod. Matty returned and escorted our new arrivals to the conference room. Seven more Alphas arrived with their men: Colin, Neil, Martin, Craig, Paul, John, and Kyle. Aside from John, who was in his late fifties, the others ranged in age from twenty to thirty-five. John was another older alpha without a filter. When he and Alpha Bruce got together, it was always bad. They tended to feed off one another and could be very disrespectful, especially towards women. My mother disliked both of them with a passion.

"Nobody knows this, except the alphas of the three moons. All of the descendants of the family of the full moon alphas possess magic. I don’t know how, and I don't even know if it turned out a blessing or a curse for me. My brother.....well, after he was born, everyone expected him to show signs of the gift, as we call it, but it didn't happen. Even five years later. My dad grew worried. The first born was always alpha and everyone expected him to, just like my dad, show signs of it three days after birth. He didn't." He sighed and swirled a pen in the air. "In short, five years after the birth of my brother, I was born, my mum almost lost her life, but as my dad always said, it was worth it

MIYA 26 years ago... “Yes, honey. You heard your father right. You will be the first female Alpha of the North and the North Canideans will love you once you take the highest rank,” my father, Manolo Martinez, said to me, twirling me in the air and my laughter and shrieks filled my room that blissful night.

Delores says, as I lead her and her small family to the waiting vehicles, accompanied by my mates. “So, both of those fine hunks are your mates?” Antony asks. “Antony!” Delores scolds, “you don’t talk about someone’s mates that way!” “It’s fine. You should see The Alphas and Malleus. Mal hasn’t taken a title and might not take it. He is interesting that way,” I reply. “He is in his last year of high school here and mated to Alpha Kaiya, Alpha Dylan and Alpha Ace Ace and Dylan are Alpha by title only while Kaiya is a genetic or True Alpha like Lena and Iand our half sister , Juliette . You will enroll at school with Lena guiding you tomorrow.”

Read and find out. Once again, I want to thank you, guys, for your support and humbly ask you to do the same once again. I really hope that you support me, Lana, Nori, and Seth as we continue to fight for love and family. Hope to see you guys in Redeeming My Alpha. XOXO - Yuri Lee

he said. My lips pursed. “But… alpha… I don’t feel comfortable. It is a brand new car, and I really think you should give it to her. I would be only too happy with a used one.” There was another heavy silence. “You think I should give the car to my mate?” he asked. “Yes, alpha.” “Okay. I will give it to her when I return. Meanwhile, Mark?” Mark leaned forward. “Yes, Alpha.” “Lend one of my BMWs to Maya. She needs a ride.”

he tries to reassure me, to no avail. I go to grab my things, but my brother takes them for me, leaving me to carry just Nisha in. Despite the fear, I hold my head high and try to control my racing heart as we walk inside, and my brother leads me to the Alpha's office. He knocks on the door and the most delicious voice I've ever heard answers. "Enter." The door opens, and I'm staring into the cold eyes of Alpha Roman himself.

A name echoes from the depths, not my own, a title spoken in whispers and screams by a thousand voices: The World-Ender. And beneath the title, a single, coherent memory slams into me with the force of a freight train. I’m standing over the ruins of a different city, a different Instance, my hands dripping with something that isn’t blood, looking at a man with familiar, wary eyes. Liam Reed. He’s saying my name—my real name—and his voice is the only anchor in a world coming apart. The memory vanishes as quickly as it came, leaving me gasping on my knees in the white nothingness. But it left something behind. A scent. Not ozone, but something wilder. Pine and frost and furious, untamed power.