My Alpha's First Love Has Terminal Cancer Novels & Stories

Tears streamed down my eyes as I awaited the doctor's response. "THE ALPHA IS DEAD!!!"

My beta said. “This is not a case about me wanting her to love me because she is my donor. It's deep. I am dying soon and all my life, I have never been loved by anyone. I only want to feel what it is to be loved before I pass on, and I have a feeling she’s the one who can only love me the way I want” I said sadly and my beta’s face contorted in anger. “Don't say such Alpha,” he said and looked at his wristwatch.

"I'm glad, Rei. If you leave, it's better for me to die. I cannot accept any more death from my family. Living is no longer worth fighting for." Alpha John was the only one who made me realize that I was loveable. That I was appreciated. If he died, I did not know what would happen to my life. His hands shook. "Dad," Lennox muttered. Grabbing Alpha John's hand, I squeezed it gently to tell him I won't be leaving anytime soon as long as he was still alive. God. I hoped and prayed that he would live longer and that his sickness would not overpower him. That he would get well. But the chances of him getting well were slim. The cancer had spread all over his body.

"Forget my father, Peter is my friend. I won't let him die." Paul sighed, his eyes telling a story on their own that contradicted my belief. "We found him on the rocky path that was leading here. If I was not there at that time, he would have been dead. No one, trespasses. No human is allowed to come so close to Alpha Daniel's residence. Those that do are usually murdered but you knew that, didn't you?" I disliked being reminded constantly of how fierce my father was, as if he was allowed to do whatever evil he could think of.

I closed my eyes and breathed in fresh air. The night air smelled nice too. It was almost twenty four hours since I first arrived here, since I met Alpha Lesley. A smile spread across my face when I remembered the very first time I had seen him, my stupid heart had wanted him Instantly. I berated myself for having such shameful thoughts and opened my eyes. It was like my imagination was staring me right in the face the moment I opened my eyes. Just a little distance from where I stood, Alpha Lesley was standing there and giving instructions to some pack members.

“Melody, can we at least spend a little time together talking?” Anthony was now even more pissed hearing what Melody had told him. “You will not be alone with her until we know that we can trust you, and right now we don’t trust you.” Faking a smile Michael answered, “I’m willing to start there.” “You said two reasons and one was medical. Are you ill?” “It’s not me Melody. Alpha Kevin needs your help. The doctor said the cancer is winning, he only has a few months left. Your once strong Alpha can’t even get out of bed. Alpha Kevin is a good Alpha, he needs your help.”

Darius‚ who had been lowering himself into his chair‚ went completely still. The words hit me somewhere deep. Because Gertrude wasn't talking about some abstract idea. She was talking about me. The real me. The woman who was strapped to a table every two weeks while they took her blood. The woman who died on an operating table while her husband sat in a meeting about territory borders. I wanted to scream. I wanted to slam my hands on the table and tell this entire room exactly who I was. Instead‚ I smiled. "I appreciate the warm welcome‚" I said. "Really. Nothing says pack unity like accusing your Alpha of killing his first wife within ten seconds of meeting the second one."

Elena's POV In our three years of bond, my Alpha, Damon Slater, maintained a facade of gentle affection while secretly poisoning me with a sterility-inducing drug. I was on the verge of confronting him when his lover, Isabelle Turner, brazenly declared that she was pregnant with Damon's pup. "I'd like to announce that my Alpha has given me the most precious gift." Isabelle had announced it in a cloyingly sweet and triumphant tone, with an accompanying photo showing her hand resting on her lower abdomen.

"Relaz. It's Relaz. My name, dear mate, is Relaz Boswell, Alpha of Found pack, not 'bastard'.” ... :-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:‑X:‑X:‑X

My voice trembled, and I fought to hold back tears. Julius sighed, his thumbs tapping against each other as he looked at me. "The problem is, even if you hand over the photo and delete it, the man you photographed is a ruthless Alpha. He'll stop at nothing to kill you, and he doesn't play by the rules. You've tangled with the wrong person." "So, you’re saying it’s pointless for me to hand over the photo and erase it?" Julius nodded solemnly. I inhaled sharply. "Would it satisfy him if he killed me?"