Mabruk Alfa Mabruk Novels & Stories

Akshara shouted, "No... Uncle Bruz... Don’t hurt her." Sinentha asked him, "Who are you?" Alabruz replied, "I am a wolf who has been fed by you. I am the Alpha in my pack of rogues. I was betrayed by my family for my position." Akshara and Sinentha both asked in unison, "Betrayed by family?" Sinentha looked into Alabruz's face and said, "I am happy to help you. I thought you were an animal. And if you excuse me, I will return to my home. I swear I won’t reveal your identity to anyone."

* Mike replies just as the large doors to the throne room open once more. I peer at the Alpha who confidently strides forward. His tall dark frame with familiar green eyes lock on mine and he smiles wide and brilliantly. “Marcus?” I say with a frown because the man is almost the carbon copy of Lamia’s father. “Your Highness,” The Alpha bows, “Alpha Albert of the River Moon pack.” He speaks now nodding his head at Mike as a greeting. Mike smiles and bounces down the steps. “Alpha Albert, it’s a pleasure to meet you finally.” Mike extends his hand to the Alpha who takes it, and they shake vigorously. “My father will be sorry he missed you.”

“He’s sending someone to pick it up. His name is…Alpha Marzouq.” My heart had stuttered, there was a quiet hesitation in my chest. Marzouq. The name had brushed against a locked door in my memory. But I pushed it away. Arab Alphas weren’t uncommon among wealthy clients. Powerful packs traded artifacts and heirlooms across continents. It couldn’t be him. There’s a lot of Marzouq names in the continent. There were many Alphas with Arabic names. Many men wore that name, not just him. It wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.

“Before I make you regret sneaking in here.” His smirk deepened, amusement flashing in his dark gaze. “You’re fierce,” he mused. “I like that.” I took a step closer, the dagger positioned in front of me. “I don’t have time for games.” He exhaled, the smirk fading slightly. “Fine. My name is Malakai Forbes. Alpha of the Eclipse Pack.” The dagger nearly slipped from my fingers. Alpha. The realization struck like lightning. Malakai Forbes—the name wasn’t unfamiliar. I had heard it whispered before, spoken in hushed tones by pack members whenever news of neighboring alphas reached us in this packhouse. He was powerful, a leader feared and respected in many measures.

"I'm just glad you're safe, my lady. When I saw him take you, I thought—well, I didn't know what to think." "He saved my life," I said quietly, the admission feeling strange on my tongue. "Those rogues would have killed us both if he hadn't shown up." "Alpha Malachi is very powerful. They all are." She paused, then added softly, "But power doesn't always mean safety, does it?" I thought about his hands covered in blood. The way he'd torn through those wolves like paper. The darkness that had consumed his eyes, turning them into bottomless pits of violence.

To everyone we were a simple couple who were going to spend a night together. We were only supposed to meet with one man, he was the alpha of the Mapron family, it was the third most important and the most conservative. They always tried to keep the peace between the two races and we were just waiting to hear his position on what was going on. For some reason she was not at the last meeting.

Does it affect Kiel? Come to think of it, she already caught a glimpse of him holding back last night inside the car. And she can’t deny that it left her in a daze. How can Kiel, a recessive alpha, had that sweet scent? “President? Are you alright?” Only Devyn realized that she’s already making that irritated face again. “Miss Anna,” she called out. The young lady across from her jolted. “Yes, President?” “What will happen if a recessive alpha’s rut gets triggered?” she asked without even blinking.

Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts. This year was our turn to hold the annual Alpha meeting. Ever since Mykel stepped up and took over from his father, he had avoided each one with the excuse he wasn’t ready. But not this year, had we refused to accommodate it would have been seen as a great disrespect to the surrounding packs as well as those who are coming from further away.

Ulva asked bluntly. Meshka's jaw moved harshly. He made a decision as if he was going to attack Ulva. While I was just on the edge of the room and seemed to just want to be swallowed by the ground. "I am the alpha and I will make the rules," he said. "Now I know why Bree never desired to mate with you. She's right, you don't deserve a pure wolf like her. " Ulva slapped him with those words. Meshka’s anger hit the roof. He made a quick attack and in an instant, Ulva was in the air as he looked intently and had a demonic smile on his lips. I saw how Ulva had a hard time breathing.

Eight rogues werewolves against a wolf which is an Alpha. Was he an Alpha? "Weak Alpha, my foot!" I cursed, stomping my foot against the floor underneath me. Good luck, Mate! I'm sorry but I'm not going to help you. A weak mate is the least I desired from the moon goddess. "Ezra!" I called through mind link, inviting him over to my chambers. "Get your fucking short co*k over here!" I yelled in an authoritarian tone. I need something to forget about my mate and that is a hot fvck!