No Alpha But Myself Novel Novels & Stories

I mutter as I continue plucking out the weeds. “Not only did I almost commit the gravest sin by forgetting to come here, I lost today. I failed to kill the Alpha guy. I do not know why he is being called an alpha. He is just some ordinary man. I could snap his fuck.ing neck, stab or burry my bullet in either his skull or aim perfectly at his heart. But I do not know where I went wrong. Maybe it was because I hesitated for the first time ever in six month – my bad. I am being selfish again. I came here to see you and I am talking about the reason I almost could not see you. Well, more reports… remember the journal you bought for me a week before everything? It is here. I write everyday about

Harvy said. I know the woman was only looking out for me. And I didn't want to make it look like I didn't appreciate it. So, I nodded with a smile and said. "I will, Mrs. Harvy. Thank you and I'll see you tomorrow." "Have a good night's rest, dear." I stepped out into the cold night and sucked in a deep breath when the cold wind hit my face. I looked around the small diner before I began walking. My mind suddenly drifted back to the book Mel had, and I felt a little sense of trepidation run through when I recalled I have my own copy at home to read. Somehow, I was a bit eager to see what happened to the Alpha, as he was called, after the rejection.

I read until my eyes burned and my head ached. Nothing. Not one single record of an alpha being marked from the inside out. Not by a mate. Not by anyone. My frustration grew sharp and ugly. “That’s impossible,” I said aloud, voice echoing softly. “Something like this does not just happen without precedent.” I looked around more to see if there was something I was missing… I looked toward the inner safe and saw a book. The book did not sit with the others. It rested alone on a lower pedestal, darker than the rest, its cover smooth like stone but warm when I stepped closer. The title shimmered faintly, letters shifting until they settled.

And it hurts me every time I think that he's ready to leave without thinking about my existence and feelings. I took a deep breath and just locked myself in the room. I didn't feel like visiting the library, so I just ordered Anna to rest and leave me alone in my room. I took out the book I had hidden behind Damon and I's wedding portrait and looked at it again. The small letters written on the book cover remained a puzzle to me. Flip the pages, look down at the numbers, find my secrets... I stared at the book and tried to flip the pages. When I opened to page 18, I stared at the letters there. Written on that page was the time when Alpha Devon was still learning about his duties when he bec

“Say it now and mean it, because I am not going to ask you again. I will go. I will go back to Lila. I will leave the country if I have to. I will go to my mother’s people in the south. I will let you call me a mistake. I will let you tell the press it was a moment of weakness and you have come to your senses. I will give you back everything you have lost, Alexander, if you will only stop holding on to me. I am tired. I am so tired. I do not want to be the woman who ruined you. I cannot live the rest of my life as the woman who ruined you.” “You did not ruin me. I ruined myself the day I let you walk into this house and did not send you home.” “Then send me home now.” “No” he paused for a se

If I’d stayed quiet, he would’ve kept pretending. You were never the choice, Vera, Vespa murmured. Only the placeholder. A few seconds passed. His voice softened. He realized, maybe, that he’d gone too far. But I was already looking at the flight details my classmate had sent me. “Cain,” I said quietly. “We’re done.” “What?” “I’m not your shield anymore. Or a substitute.” I ended the call before he could say anything else. I wasn’t a pawn in their polished little story. I was a wolf—wounded, yes. But no longer theirs.

Crap, this is all I need. His eyes narrowed but he didn’t say a word and i remember his question “Charlotte, but I prefer Charlie” “Then Charlie it is, I am Alexander and I shall see you later” “Well Charlie, that was weird” I often find talking to myself helpful. When I reached down to grab another book out my bag, a bag of apple slices had appeared, a note was stuck to the front ‘thought you would enjoy these, A’

"Let me start from the beginning. When I was a child, I was close to my mother. We would do everything together. She was my best friend. But my father was a cruel man. He abused my mother. He would get drunk and beat on her when he got home. I would yell at him to stop. Beg him. But my mom told me it was okay and to go to my room. That everything will be okay in the morning. Of course, she never had bruises the next morning because she was a beta, and although betas heal slower than alphas, they do heal quite fast. "I always knew what was happening. From the screaming and my mom...my mom begging my father to stop, He never did. She couldn't ever get away. He was an alpha. He was stronger. Th

The thing that had kept my family's enemies at bay for decades. Tonight, I was going to destroy it all. My footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, steady and sure. Behind me, the graduation ball continued. People danced and laughed and celebrated the end of their time here. They had no idea that one of their own was about to burn it all down. Margaret Morgan's words echoed in my head with each step. Born to an Omega mother. Gets nothing. Inherits nothing. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was nothing but a disappointment, a failed Alpha who would never be enough for anyone.

For the first time, he wondered how many people were going to get hurt because of something neither he nor Eleanor had chosen. Back at the Vale estate, Eleanor sat in the kitchen. Her mother had made tea. Neither of them touched it. "What is an Alpha bloodline?" Eleanor finally asked. Her mother sighed. "Your grandmother was the last confirmed Alpha descendant in our direct line." "So I'm an Alpha?" "Potentially." "What does that mean?" "Power doesn't appear simply because you inherit the blood." Eleanor remembered the rogue flying backward. "But it appeared tonight." "Fear can trigger abilities." "Then what else can I do?" Her mother hesitated. "We don't know." Eleanor frowned. "How can you