Maid For The Alphas Novels & Stories

His howl resonated into the sky, causing the clouds to darken. I sensed that something remarkable was on the horizon within my father's kingdom, and history was about to unfold. "I had a feeling you were a princess, but your deceitful demeanor obscured my perception," Alpha Alex deduced, fixing his gaze on me, while I remained trembling on the floor. "Wow, impressive move, Alicia. I'm impressed by your agility," Alpha Astor commented confidently, casting a glance at Ramirez, who was poised and ready to defend me. Meanwhile, as the first confrontation loomed among the three Alphas, I found myself rooted in place, unable to move. Then, I noticed the ropes that had restrained me had been severe

Had she been kidnapped? "It's dangerous, Isabella." Ralph's eyes rested on her, boring deep into her eyes. "By now, news must have gone round that there is a new maid for the alpha. If anyone lays hands on you, their interest will center around forcing out information about the alpha—information you know nothing about—or holding you for ransom. Trust me, the pack will pressure Dam—Alpha Damon into paying whatever they ask." Isabella's heart flipped. Now she understood why Iora stood against the idea of coming to the pack in search of the maid position.

When she leaves the woman behind she is being dragged out of the palace, reaching the porch and she starts to shout, “Mother! Mother!” Standing at the terrace are Alpha Bruce and his elder brother Ferguson, discussing some business together. While Alpha remains silent, he crosses his arms to his back, focused on his brother. Ferguson looks down and at the same time, a guard comes to inform the alpha, “Lady Adina has begun the interviews, my King.” Ferguson stares at the woman for a while and then shouts, calling out to the guard, “What is happening here?” The guard politely leaves the woman showing curtsy to the man and carefully refers, “Your majesty, she was trespassing around the palace.

She couldn’t lose her memories. "No!" She cried, her voice filled with desperation.. "Please, don't do this. I’m aware that I am not the best of persons considering my actions these past months…” “Try years…” Maya interrupted with a sneer on her lips. Claire hung her shoulders in shame. “I’m sorry. But I want in, in whatever you all are planning to win this upcoming war. After all, I am mated to an Alpha.” Curtis’ heart beat slowed, just at the same time that Freya scoffed.

Her heart ached as she watched the body count of this bloody battle increase with every passing second. The stench of blood rising from every body that dropped lifelessly to the now saturated ground. A faint cry floating below the sounds of the battle, somewhere behind her, catching her off guard. She turns, determined to find its source. The sole purpose of this war was to eradicate the panther shifters. A royal matriarch of pure bloods. The Moon Goddess's direct descendants and warriors. And that is exactly what they did.

But that didn’t bother her, giving into her animal instincts gave her solace, gave her peace. Within a few seconds, the white wolf was gone, and in its place stood a tall, lean woman with hair almost as white as snow and eyes as blue as the endless oceans. In place of the white wolf, now stood Mikalya Carnell, the first ever Female Alpha in the world dominated by male shifters.

"What the hell do you mean by use Medaline and me?" Shit, this is not what I need right now. I tried taking another deep breath as I turned back to her. "I mean that the fucking mess you have created went viral and now the whole world is looking for the alpha killer and I let my alpha use us as a way to draw everyone's attention to us instead of the dead alpha... that you fucking killed." I could see that she was processing the information that she had just heard and she took a step back. "But.. but the council always cover it and the dead alphas never make it to the news?'

Lola said. “Oh-“ Lavina stopped and turned around. “-the scripture is an old text that’s been passed down through generations of Alphas in the pack. Every time a new Alpha rises to take the title the mate reads the script and then shares her blood with the Alpha to bind the union and portray their strong bong in front of the pack.” “Blood sharing?” Lola started feeling nauseous.

“This necklace isn’t a good thing to carry around though.” “I knew it!” I said and yanked it off my neck. “It has never brought me any good thing. It’s like a symbol of bad luck.” “The one who formed it made it out of deep sorrow. We never found out how Alpha Vin came by it.” “Who’s Alpha Vin?” “The triplet’s father. He gifted it to his mate, Luna Ria. She used her Moon Pack power of sorcery to enchant it, binding her sons together with it and tying them to one mate.

Atlas pressed his face against the window, watching the long line of vehicles ahead of us. “Because Alphas like to make an entrance, baby. And they bring lots of people to look impressive.” “Are we impressive?” Mira asked. “We’re terrifying,” Maya answered cheerfully. “Your mom is the Alpha who went from rejected omega to regional powerhouse in three years. That’s the kind of thing that makes other Alphas nervous.” “Why nervous?” “Because if she could do it, what’s stopping their rejected pack members from doing the same?” Maya grinned at me in the rearview mirror. “You’re a cautionary tale about treating people like garbage. It tends to come back to bite you.”