My Wife Is An Alpha Novels & Stories

Most people didn't know we were related especially after she started dying her hair in high school. "Laura, the ex-wife of the Alpha. Please be mindful of your words towards my sister from now on, cause you don't even have royalty to hide under if I come for you. My husband is the Beta of the Dark pack, a pack that can easily take over this one if needed be. And who are you now? A nobody. At least my sister still carries a title if being a wife.

Charles let out a huge sigh and removed his hands from mine, rubbing his face with them. “You’re still struggling to get the whole picture, Elena. That sort of alpha wife is not just my mother’s ideal. It’s the way things are done in an alpha household. It doesn’t matter if it’s mine or someone else’s.”

Celine had spat out to my surprise, I scoffed, looking right at her serious expression as I wondered what exactly her issue was, maybe she had harbored so much hate and saw this as a medium to let it all out. “Husband?” I said as I giggled out. It was the first time I would hear someone refer to Alpha Knox as her husband, I thought we all had silently agreed on who he was to his women. He was the Alpha, and that was what I knew everyone to call him, except this lady of course. “Yeah of course he is, maybe you do not know that, but the Alpha do have a wife!” She added. I rested back into my chair as I stared right at her.

Axel PoV “I knew you wouldn’t let that puny boy steal you pack,” my wife snickered and wrapped her hands around me, “you’re the Alpha of this pack, and no one can take that from you.” I was not surprised by Ava’s words. I’d known right from the beginning that she only married me because I was the Alpha. She loved the feeling of being Alpha’s wife, more than she loved being my wife. It was an arrangement that I’d already made peace with. Besides, I was always going to be the Alpha. Nothing can change that.

Harper's voice is soft, floating with the wind. "Who knows," I say, "We both have goals we want to accomplish, and this seems like the easiest way to achieve those goals." Harper sighs, "You're right. If we stick to the plan, you will get your pack back and I will become Alpha." "Stick to the plan, got it." What could go wrong? Harper sits up and smiles at me, "Let's go finish packing, husband." I laugh, standing to my feet, "Yes my wife."

The small crowd broke into an excited murmur. "Yes, she's the one," a woman said excitedly. "I saw her on the news. Her husband is going around with that supermodel, Isla." "I heard the Alpha is replacing her. How true do you think that is? From the looks of it, that might have happened already. I mean, look at the state of his wife." I shrunk away and tried to block out their words, but that only made the pain more prominent. Sobbing, I tried to get up.

“But I can’t. And that’s why I kept it from you. My marriage to Lana was just a contract, yes that is indeed true, I won’t lie about that but I love her more than my own life. That is also true.” The silence that followed was long and unbearable. When I opened my eyes again, I was expecting to see fear. Or disgust. Or disappointment. But instead, I saw something else. They were still there. A voice came from somewhere in the crowd… a female wolf, older, her fur colored with silver. “You are still our Alpha,” she said. “Curse or not.” Then another. “You fought for us. That’s what matters.” And then another. “You told us the truth. That’s more than your father ever did.”

Tests showed it could increase my wolf's sensitivity by 500%! With this level of sensitivity enhancement, even if my wolf lacked raw power, I was confident I could secure the Alpha position. I could observe details others missed, and no wolf could match my reactions or movements. I carefully packed away the stone and headed home. As I passed through the forest, I overheard two pack members talking. "Hey, what kind of stone do you think Emma will craft this time? Among us, she's the only one qualified to be Alpha." "Hard to say. Emma hasn't been back to the pack for twenty days. She must be working hard."

But looking at them now, feeling the oppressive energy radiating off them, she realized the terrifying truth. "You're... you're one of them," she breathed. "I am an Alpha," Ryan corrected, his voice dropping an octave, vibrating in her chest. "And Alphas do not mate with weak humans." Emily felt a wave of dizziness. She clutched the doorframe to steady herself. This was the man she had planned to marry? The man whose child she carried? The baby. Her hand went to her stomach again. Ryan’s eyes tracked the movement. His gaze sharpened, narrowing instantly. He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring.

“It’s your and your daughter’s home, not mine. Because home is supposed to feel warm and safe, but all I ever felt from you and your home was cold, lonely, as if I was stranded in a frozen desert. I did everything to be a wife you’d see, just for you to have your eyes on some other woman. Even after all of that, I wasn’t enough. Give me a reason I shouldn’t hate you? Give me a reason I shouldn’t kill you?” Tears kept streaming down her eyes as she contemplated alpha. Alpha dropped his gaze. He gulped, licking his lips, and looked at Willa again. “I think you know the reason better than I do because the truth is — you had a choice and thousands of chances to kill me and my daughter, but you c