No Alpha But Myself Novel Novels & Stories

Inside her own body. One evening, Eleanor stood in front of her bedroom mirror. She barely recognized herself. Her eyes looked tired. Her skin had lost its usual warmth. She placed a hand against the glass. "Please." Her reflection stared back. "Just leave me alone." A growl answered inside her head. He left us. Eleanor froze. She had never heard her wolf speak so clearly. He chose them. "Stop." He broke us. "I said stop." We should never have trusted him. Eleanor squeezed her eyes shut. "I don't want to talk about him." Then stop thinking about him. "I can't." Then let me run. "No." Let me out. "No."

I asked. Vern spit out some blood towards me, hitting Alpha Malcom’s shirt. "I’m not saying shit to you." I growled, "my grandfather left me his pack, but you all would deny me that right because of what’s missing between my legs. I am an Alpha." Vern laughed, "you’re a joke." I walked towards him and grabbed a handful of his dick and balls. My nails enlogated, and I stuck them inside his skin. "Let’s see what you can do without a dick."

“Tell me about yourself.” She visibly stiffens at my question and her heart picks up its pace a little before she answers. “I’m afraid it’s not as glamorous as growing up as a Volkov,” she says with an awkward smile on her face while pouring us some mimosas. Ah, she thinks I’m a spoiled little princess, then? “If you think being the daughter of an Alpha is glamorous, then I’ve got bad news for you,” I chuckle. “The only place I’ve ever traveled to outside of New York is right here.”

Ashamed of the destruction that had ravaged her family, she took a blade and ended her own life. The palace, once filled with laughter and love, now lay silent, bathed in the blood of its own. THE END. "You are one hell of a crazy writer, Sophia!" Nancy exclaimed. "How can you be so mean to your readers?" Sophia's sisters, Nancy, Fiona, and Daphne, burst into her room, concern etched on their faces. Sophia looked up from her laptop, weary. "What's wrong now?" 'How can you end "The Alpha's Dilemma" on such a terribly tragic note? Are you trying to make readers stop believing in the existence of love?" Nancy said after entering into the room.

Maria cautioned, grasping onto the sheet tightly so it wouldn’t slip off her chest. “So what should I say then? Should I be thankful for this disease the goddess blessed me with. I am the Alpha of alphas in the entire continent of Europe and yet my son, my only heir, has lost his wolf. He is nothing but a mere mortal now. Who’s going—" His voice trailed off and then his gaze reverted to me. The pain gleaming in those hazel eyes only made my guilt peak on a higher level.

I spent years finding ways to break the curse but it just led me to nothing. “Do you really think you can kill an Alpha?” I gritted my teeth. “I’ve had a couple of missions that involved life and death situations and killing an Alpha would not be that hard. Trust me.” “He’s the Alpha of the biggest and most powerful pack, Sette. What do you have against him?” “How about my sixteen years of blood, sweat, and tears?” I asked her sarcastically.

Evangeline's POV When Alexis was explaining herself in front of us I knew immediately that she was telling the truth. Ever since I was little I could easily tell if someone was either telling the truth or lying. I got beat up too much because of it in my old pack. It was because I was able to expose the lies they were saying. One night, when I was still eleven years old, I told the alpha that his beta lied to him earlier. Alpha Drake, of course didn't believe me and forgot that I even told him anything, but the beta of course didn't. That night I was brutally beaten, I thought it was the end of me. I broke about four ribs and an ankle. I could swear to you that for three weeks after that I w

I didn’t trust myself to. But I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Instead, I slowly turned to face him, lifting my chin. “Thank you,” I said, voice eerily calm. “If that’s truly what you think of me, then I’m glad you rejected me.” His eyes narrowed, confused. “I don’t need an Alpha who sees me as nothing but a weakness,” I continued, the pain in my chest coiled tight, caged. “I don’t need your mark. I don’t need your pity. And I sure as hell don’t need you.”

His body was practically vibrating with the intensity of the shiver that ran down his spine, his brain screaming the word Alpha at him over and over again. He ripped his socks off and launched himself from the room when he couldn't get a grip on the floor to get up. He ran flat out down the hallway ALPHA ALPHA MY ALPHA pouring from his mouth as the heavenly scent of Lilly's and freesias and a base note of vanilla all laced with the powerful raw scent of Alpha invaded his nose and burrowed its way into his brain and his heart and his soul. His breath stuttered out as he blinked furiously at the sight that greeted him when he reached the living area of the apartment. His eyes devoured the woma

a voice commanded from the shadows. Nikolai stepped into the firelight. The rugged Alpha of the North looked worse for wear, his heavy leather coat dusted with dried mud, his jaw set in a hard line. He held a wooden bowl of steaming medicinal broth, but I pushed it away the moment it touched my lips.