My Destined Mate And Alpha In Coma Novels & Stories

“Come in.” A deep masculine voice answered from inside the office. I could recognize that voice anywhere. But this time, it only sounded more authoritative. As Marietta pushed the door open, I came face to face with no other person than the man my destiny now seemed to be tied to, Alpha Dylan —- my mate. “Alpha, I brought her as you requested.” Marietta said, bowing gently to the man who didn't bother to look up from whatever he was scribbling in a book.

I didn't know they were still around. "Alpha," Scarlette greeted, bowing again. She couldn't stand up because Cooper was still holding her. Unlike me, his mate didn't go into a coma after returning from the dead, so he had her all to himself. "Scarlette, get straight to the point. What is it that you wish to tell me?"

Angel’s POV I laid down beside Dante. He immediately wrapped his arms around my body as his head rested on my chest. I brushed a strand of hair away from his face, rubbing his back in small circles. His scent surrounded me like a comforting blanket. The love I felt for him in that moment was overwhelming. I wanted nothing but to protect him and be beside him for the rest of my life. My mate, my King, my Alpha. There was no way anything Kamala said was the truth. Our love was strong; indestructible. I didn't know what happened to her and Jalen, but I refused to let that happen to us.

“People don’t defy me.” He said the words with his eyes looking deep into mine. I lost myself in his gaze and found fire. With his arms totally around me and all my weight on him, I looked into his eyes and found my mate. “MATE.” The call was made simultaneously by both of us. A woman everyone knew was the queen stopped in front of us. “Alpha Axel, you couldn’t be luckier.” Wait! The man I had been dancing with who turned out to be my mate was the Alpha!

The broken, rejected Omega they had kept in the shadows was the fated mate of the most powerful Alpha on earth. Rosemary's fingers finally lost their grip. The heavy silver tray slipped from her hands, crashing loudly onto the floor as ceramic plates shattered into a hundred white pieces around her worn canvas shoes. But Kieran didn't stop. He kept moving toward her through the ruins of the feast, his golden eyes blazing with a fierce, protective promise that told her she would never have to clean a floor, hide in the dark, or be alone ever again.

I collapsed fully this time, clutching at my heart as the realization hit me with brutal force. Mate. The Alpha’s mate. “No,” I whispered, terror choking the word. “Please… no.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. Fear. Shock. Disbelief. Alpha Kael stepped forward, towering over me. He crouched, fingers lifting my chin with a grip that was firm, possessive, inescapable. “So this is fate’s joke,” he murmured. “A submissive.” His thumb brushed my jaw, and my body reacted instantly, traitorous, humiliating. My wolf whimpered, bowing to his presence.

Our omegas and warriors get to interact with each other just as much as our ranked members do. There are two standing Alphas who won’t be attending this competition, Alpha Amelia, our only female Alpha, and Alpha Dutton. Alpha Amelia is dealing with her mate, Calvin, who has been in a coma for a couple of months now, after being attacked by Koden. He set off a bomb that had exploded when Calvin had been driving to a previous competition. He'd nearly died and has had to have many extensive surgeries to save his life while he's remained in a coma. He's only now being taken out of his medically induced coma to wake up on his own. It’s well known that Koden wants Amelia, but so far, he hasn’t be

“It felt… so empty without you. I… I was terrified, Damon. So alone.” His forehead rested against mine, his eyes softening in a way that made my knees buckle. “You were never alone,” he whispered, voice thick with restrained emotion. “My heart, my soul—they’ve always been with you. And I will never leave you again.” The light around us pulsed, but my world narrowed to him, the steady beat of his heart under my palm, the warmth of his hands, the scent of him enveloping me. He was my anchor. My mate. My Alpha.

Naksh POV The Alpha broke into a series gallop when we took our mate out. After reaching a point where we felt safe, we stopped to look at her. Alpha couldn't control himself; he felt vulnerable for not recognizing his mate. The witches tied her hands and covered her body with herbs; I tried to check her impulse. I tried to wake her up, but she didn't respond. "Did we lose her?" Alpha purred. "No, Alpha, she is just unconscious." I tried to calm my spirit with patience,

Luna Anna gasps and whimpers, her mate quickly crossing the kitchen to stand with her. "Kids, go to my office," he orders his pups, and they all obediently hurry out of the room, the oldest helping the youngest. "Alpha Adamo, there is no female Alpha here. The only female of that stature is my mate," James quickly explains, pointing to his mate's mark on his neck. "I can smell her," Adamo snarls, and Silas' face drains of colour. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath, his eyes landing on his daughter.