Mate With The Alpha Of The Rival Pack Novels & Stories

The two wolves remaining, seeing that three of their members were laying lifeless on the ground, wanted to run away but seeing the condition of the Alpha they decided to finish him off as he killed their members so they moved to attack him at onc Jayden, seeing the wolves coming to attack him, looked up at the moon as he let out a menacing and thunderous growl as a warning and his eyes turned red in anger. He felt weak as the mate pull had taken a toll on him and all he wanted right now was to be in the arms of his mate until he was cal Just as the first wolf got to where he was he angrily sank his powerful fangs into its neck and the wolf whimpered in pain from the deadly bite it was receiv

He seems irritated that I would doubt him. "Don't you feel that she is our mate? I am not wrong, she is our mate!" I feel that she is our mate but how is this possible? It's widely known that no Alpha has rogue mates, they have Alpha female mates. "Hunter, she is a rogue. What has the moon goddess done, why make me wait so long for a mate, then give me a rogue? Our pack is the strongest pack in this country. We need a strong Alpha female as our mate! And what of our brothers? Triplets don't happen often in our community, especially Alpha triplets. Do you still think we will share a mate? A rogue mate no less?" Hunter sighs.

Quirin says. Everyone turns to look at me and Yorick. “For those of you who haven’t heard, Alpha Cyra defeated her father in a battle for her pack yesterday and she made her mate, Alpha Yorick, a co-Alpha of that pack.” He turns to look at us. “I’m assuming it will be the same here?” “Absolutely,” I say without hesitation.

He's breaking through the barrier I was determined to keep around myself. "You may think you're not what the typical woman would want in a mate, but I'm not like most she-wolves. I'm the last remaining female Alpha. I need a strong mate by my side to be my Beta and help me run the pack. I don't care about what people may think is an ideal mate. I want a man who's not afraid of having a mate who is an Alpha." Maverick comes over to kneel in front of me. He looks into my eyes, and I see so much pain and sorrow in his eyes.

"I came here to get you back home, as my Luna." "I guess that would be impossible." "Why? I had searched so many years for you, and you actually think it's impossible to get you back now that I have found you?" He searched so many years? But sounded so odd I couldn't believe. Alphas are meant to be this proud werewolves, who sits on their throne and command it's packs. They are not meant to look like fools nor look for their mates. If a mate leaves, another one is made, and that person, I believed was my sister.

is entirely, violently dead. In its place is a cold, lethal, blood-curdling glare directed straight at Silas and me. The gold and silver in his eyes are rapidly swirling together like a localized blizzard. The pack dynamics have instantly shifted. It is brutally clear: he is the Alpha, she is his fated mate, and the fact that we just received the exact same physical affection as him, even if it was just a polite, human thank-you, is currently tearing his territorial instincts to absolute shreds.

CHAPTER 6: BLOOD AND ASH The Crescent Moon packhouse stank of fear. Alpha Sterling stood at the head of the war table, his knuckles white, his eyes bloodshot. Three days of humiliation. Three days of knowing the entire shifter world had watched two rival Alphas claim his property like she was a queen and he was nothing. The doors opened. A thin, nervous wolf scurried in—the pack's tracker. Their best scientist. "Report," Sterling snarled.

Everyone will know—' 'I don’t care! The shift tore through me. My body cracked, bones snapping as Nina forced her way out. Knox stumbled back as my wolf growled at him. Then, without hesitation, she leapt over the elders and landed in the dirt, the crowd scattering in terror. Her paws pounded against the earth until she stood before him—our mate—snarling at the warrior. He faltered, dropping the sword and backing away. “He’s mine! My mate!” Nina’s Alpha command boomed through the mind link, echoing across every wolf in the pack.

I’d seen Twilight and Vampire Diaries; I knew the alpha was the leader of a werewolf pack. “First off, I know you’re thinking about whatever werewolf books or movies you’ve read. I’ve heard from other guys that all new mates do. But just forget all that shit; that’s not how packs work. We don’t have mind links, and we don’t get in fights. Like wolf packs in the wild, we’re a family. I’m the alpha because my wolf’s alpha, and basically, most people consider the alpha like the glue of the pack. The alphas bring everyone together, and keep everyone together in various ways.”

She looked loved yes, but almost caged. Alpha's tend to be possessive of their mates. Obsessed. It's understandable since pack enemies often go for Luna's head and kill the Alpha's mate. It's one way of winning a war. The Alpha undergoes hell pain and its wolf mourns, making them worthless to fight back. We've reached the pack building. Loud music and strobe lights are sighted. The Prime's annual mapping party must be modern style. We, at Regal, perform the classic style, hugging the tradition.