Maid For The Alphas Novels & Stories

Female Alphas are not unheard of, but they’re rare…and Maya is definitely not an Alpha – The Moon Goddess wouldn’t have paired us if she were. Then what the hell is she?

The alpha's voice cut through the heavy silence, commanding the attention of the head maid. "Bring all the maids here, immediately," the alpha ordered, his tone laced with an undercurrent of menace. The head maid, visibly shaken by the authority in the alpha's voice, hurriedly complied with his demand. She scurried away, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridor as she called upon the maids to assemble in the room. Adrien and the alpha stood in silence, the weight of anticipation hanging heavily in the air.

TITLE: Claimed by the alpha When Maya stumbles into the dangerous world of werewolves, she never expects to find herself marked by the most feared alpha of all—the ruthless and irresistibly handsome Alpha Kael. Known for his power and unforgiving nature, Kael doesn’t take “no” for an answer. But Maya is different; she’s the one woman who challenges his control and awakens something primal within him. Caught between her fear and an undeniable attraction, Maya is forced into a world of fierce pack rivalries and hidden supernatural secrets. As Kael’s possessive nature begins to consume them both, Maya realizes that her life and her heart may never belong to her again.

Luna Hillary of Black Diamonds Pack whispered to her husband. "The witch said tonight," he replied smoothly. "Do you really trust that woman? For all we know, she just wanted to wake us up that night," she soothed cupping his cheek to look at her. "You don't understand my love. It happened to me, as well as my father. This is vital" Alpha Victor snapped his head to the sound of his Beta. "I hate to interrupt your evening sir, but a rouge has crossed over our boundary and we know him," Beta Ross said with an unspoken emotion in his eyes.

"And tell my brothers to back off for a few days. Give her space to process today." "I'll inform them." "Good. That's all." Marcus left. Alaric sat alone in his office looking at the report on his screen. Clara Voss. Age 46. Fey contamination. Terminal. Six weeks estimated survival time. Melina Voss. Age 20. Daughter. Desperate. Willing to steal from Alpha Kings to save her mother. His mate. His beautiful, brilliant, desperate mate who thought she was doing this alone. She wasn't alone. She'd never been alone. Not from the moment she'd stepped foot on this estate.

Blaze held my wrist and I only smiled at him. “No one cares if I talk to anyone. I have the right to communicate with others, am I right Alpha?” “I am your Alpha, and remember you’re my maid, fake mate and you need to be careful of all your actions.” He clenched his fist and greeted his teeth. As if I’m afraid of that look, Alpha. “Why don’t you make the girl you kissed before as your mate?” I teased him and he became more furious. “The f*ck you’re talking about, Shama! Stop talking or else I’ll kiss you!” he warned me and I laughed in annoyance.

A rogue who ran away from her mate to become a maid to a blind alpha who uses her as his sex toy when he pleases. Well, that ends now. No more lusty sex with the boss!

A hard shove at her breast registered next, Sloana rubbed her feet against her body sensually. “No wonder he likes you so much. You are full of meat, enough for him to chew on right?” The shove came again, hitting her square in the chest this time. Sophia whimpered painfully. “Answer me?” Sloana screamed. “No Ma. I am only his maid” “An Alpha is kissing his own maid. I don’t think so. You are not. Have you ever seen a werewolf sleep with a human whore before?” “No” Sophia replied hastingly, trying to keep her expression unreadable.

Alma smiled at Clarissa and asked, “How are you all?” “We are fine. I can see you’re beautiful as always,” Clarissa said. Alma smiled, “Thank you,” she said. They were having umbrellas, knowing that it’s going to rain. “Who’s this new girl?” she asked, looking at Chloe. “You might have heard, she’s our Alpha’s mate,” Clarissa said. “Oh, you’re that girl. Nice to meet you, I am his mother,” “I know; my name is Chloe. Nice to meet you,”

The girl giggled, bouncing on her toes. "Today, one of us will be selected to serve as the Alpha's personal maid!" "I hope I'll be picked!" "Oh," I said, unimpressed. I had no interest in becoming the Alpha's personal maid because I intended to return home as quickly as possible before my identity was uncovered. Also, in my experience, Alphas were wicked people with a short temper. I pitied whoever would be chosen to serve the Alpha. Soon, I was dressed in the plain, brown maid gown and followed Ava into the courtyard where about fifty maids were bustling around.