My Wife Is An Alpha Novels & Stories

“When alpha and omega are together, it’s the riskiest relationship because the alpha is way stronger. The latter’s weakness can be annoying, and most of the time dangerous for the alpha because he would always have to protect him from bad people like sexual abusers, killers, etc. ” “How about an alpha plus a beta?” I asked curiously. “The best relationship,” he smiled. “It reminds me of mine and my late wife.” “Aunt Anna,” I smiled back, remembering how cool she was during training. She was the best archer and the fastest she-wolf.

"Oh, I apologize! I used a wrong example." "I don't mind, sir!" I chuckled, attempting to appear genuine. "I understand what you mean. The Alpha is a position within a werewolf pack. Let's just say that the Alpha is akin to the president of the pack, but the selection process is not based on voting, as people are accustomed to. The Alpha is determined by strength, and the strongest individual assumes the role of Alpha." His lips parted in awe, and he nodded. "So that means my wife was the daughter of a leader?"

Arwaah breathed in realization. It's true he planned all this to show Maya that Alpha still loved her mother and not her but here, it seemed like his plan almost flopped. "I have to do something big but what?" Alpha seemed to be hatching another plan within his mind when Alpha's voice interrupted him from his thoughts, "this isn't my Maya. You must prove that she's indeed my wife." Wait! What was wrong with Alpha? "Haha! For the first time I'm finding you funny. Don't tell me you can't recognize your own wife. I mean.... what kind of a husband are you?

No way I'll ever be the third wheel next to my husband and best friend. "Would you mind lending me a hand? It'll take a minute of your precious time, one swipe of a knife, and the problem disappears for good. After all, I made my decision hours ago." My husband might be an Omega, but fuck, he's a born leader, a true Alpha.

“It’s so good to see you again, Alpha. You’ve grown into quite the young man. I hear you were top in your class at Oxford.” “I enjoy learning,” I state simply. “And no mate?” he pries. “I haven’t found her yet,” I confirm. “But I hope I find her soon.” “Yes, well finding your fated mate is an unforgettable experience. My first wife was my fated mate. But chosen mates can be just as good if you find the right she-wolf,” he winks. “Speaking of which, Alpha, may I introduce you to my wife and daughter, Tabitha and Ashlynd.”

When I was busy, I disliked being interrupted by stupid things. Adam gulped, startled.... “What the hell is going on Adam, why are you barging into my office like this?” I yell angrily at him. “Alpha, the girl,” He answers me in a trembling voice. “What happened to the girl?” I yell back, even more annoyed. “Alpha, the girl ran away, she left the house, she’s prowling the road, and she’s heading towards the main entrance, none of the wolves want to touch her without her permission, that’s why they didn’t want to intervene, they know how possessive she is,” He answers me quickly, a little nervous about the situation.

Alpha Marc warns and she rolls her eyes again. This girl is really something! “Of course not. I don't intend to get on your nerves. Just tell your wife not to get on mine.” She shot back, shooting me a hard glower. “The Alpha would never bring a serial killer in the pack, so Irene is off the list. Besides, what would she gain from killing Irene?” I retorted and Harlow took two steps forward to me. “And I would bring a killer, right? Using your terms, what do you think Alaric would gain from killing a woman? Is it to become one of the king's wives?” She asked, and somehow I realized that she was right.

“Rhett-fucking-Butler,” Joy says. We’re on the couch, my head in her lap, as she strokes my hair. We’re eating a plate of lemon cookies she baked. She stuffs one into her mouth. “He’s an alpha,” she says, with her mouth full of cookie. “And you’re fated mates. He should have ripped off your clothes, made love to you on the stairwell, and made you beg him for forgiveness, if you get my drift!”

Why did he even call if he could come down here especially earlier when he just passed me by? “What do you need?” I asked him. “Please tell Lydia to cook for special dish. I have a visitor to come so I need her to prepare for a special dinner, “he told me. “Why don’t you tell her instead calling me?” I asked him, emphatically. “You’re my wife. Is it forbidden?” I asked. I didn’t expect to hear it from him and I hate him calling me wife. It’s just a bind of contract and nothing else more.

Me being the only female Alpha alive doesn't rub well on others, they feel I'm too weak to be an Alpha and I'm using every opportunity I have to prove to them that I'm not weak. "SILVANA! SILVANA!" I smile to myself when the voice of my bestfriends drift to my ears above the voice of others, they are one of reasons I haven't abandoned my Alpha title and run with my tail between my legs. I watch carefully the signs I need to know that my opponent is tired, with one swift motion I end the scuffle with my opponent passed out on floor at my feet even though he is an Alpha male. It takes more than just being a man to defeat a determined woman.