Mated To My Savage Alpha Novels & Stories

Sinking into my skin like they belonged there. My wolf, the wolf I had thought was dead, the wolf that had been silent for years, the wolf I had stopped believing in, for the first time in years; screamed. Not a whimper. Not a whine. A scream. So loud in my head I thought my skull would split. One word. Over and over. The only word that mattered. MATE. MATE. MATE. MATE. No. No. Absolutely not. The Moon Goddess wouldn't. She couldn't be this cruel. I was a defect. I didn't have a wolf. I didn't get a mate. I definitely didn't get two of the most dangerous wolves on the continent.

I queried. “Bryson, Alpha Bryson to be precise. I’m the Alpha of Newmoon pack. I’m also your mate,” he spoke out. The word “mate” echoed repeatedly with each breath I took. I swallowed hard. How can this scary charm of a man be my mate? An Alpha at that. I stared at him like I heard nothing he just said. “Where have you been?” he questioned, making me narrow my eyes in confusion. “Where have you been all these years that I have been searching for you?”

"When Kieran saved me from the Reaper, I lost consciousness for a moment. But I saw something which still appears like a dream to me. Kieran was..." "Covered in flames." Cae finished for her. "Yes. He looked feral, and the power he exuded was..." She trailed off, shaking her head in awe. "What was that?" "What you witnessed was the Alpha's savagery." Cae explained. "You've heard people call him names like the Barbarian and the Savage Alpha, haven't you?" "Yes." "That's why. Seeing you hurt triggered him. The Alpha never reveals that side of him, unless it is absolutely necessary."

Zico said, but she kept her head down and didn't look up at either of them. "Well, dear old friend. You must have figured out that I have formed an alliance with Alpha Lynx of the Blackwood pack. I mean, why wouldn't I? He wants what's rightfully his, and I want what's rightfully mine. He wants his mate back, and I want my true title from you," Zico said, his eyes showing a demonic dark color and Alexander began to feel buzzed.

As I take in his chiseled jaw, straight sloping nose, and full lower lip, my anger evaporates as need takes over. No, Regan, hold on to the anger. I force myself to remember how Jeremy gave Savannah a mate bite and tied them together without even telling her first. Okay, so they turned out to be fated mates… but still. That’s exactly the sort of alpha behavior I have no intention of letting into my life.

I don't like the smell. I really don't like it. And then the Alpha biker holds the blade up to Jim's throat. "I'll kill him," the Alpha biker says. "No," I say. "I'll kill him if you don't come with us," the Alpha biker orders. It's hard to shift when I'm this angry. I don't usually ever get this angry. But these men are threatening my mate. My soulmate. I have never felt so protective. The change comes slowly at first.

I panted, stopping at the bottom, my hands resting on my knees as I caught my breath. ​Ava didn't even turn her head. She gave a tiny shrug. "Maybe." ​Panic seized my chest. Say something, Hale. Fix it. Cheer her up. ​"You know," I started, trying for a lighter, charming tone as I climbed the rock, "most mates give off a scent trail or broadcast their bond so their Alpha doesn't look like an idiot wandering through the dirt for half an hour." ​"I'm not most mates," she said flatly, her voice entirely absent of any humour.

“We?” He shakes his head in disappointment. Like hell I care what he thinks! I'm never teaming up with this beast, even if it's the only thing that can save me from the rogues. “Oh come off it now…Bastard! Don't you think it's time to set aside our differences?....... Especially now that you're my second chance mate.” “Miss Tessa is the Alpha's Heir's mate?” I hear a guard whisper behind me.

My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?

I almost couldn't recognise my voice and this girl didn't even flinch. Isn't she just a rogue? Why is she always openly challenging me? "She's a gamma!" My wolf surfaced and reminded me but I bit my lips so hard that it bled. And so fucking what? I remain an Alpha and King to Mudville Pack. I dragged her hair, ready to uproot it from her scalp as she yelled helplessly. She fucking made Marcella ran out naked when I requested for a first Aid. Without thinking, I tore her clothes to pieces and made sure she went through the same trauma she made my lover go through.