No Escape From My Ruthless Alpha Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes as more tears escaped, rolled down the sides of my face, and dripped from my chin. “Will I ever be free of you?” I asked. “Never,” Alpha promised. I whimpered. “Who’s cock are you about to take?” Alpha asked. “Yours,” I said, my voice and self respect cracked. “There is no escape for you, Adealine. The sooner you come to understand that the easier it will be for you. Get used to your place by my side. I speak the truth. The longer you deny me, the longer your heart will greedily wish for things it can no longer have,” Alpha said.

It was Alpha, and boy, did it smell really amazing, like home. Allen shook her head as she tried to concentrate on Ohm's scent, which was barely there, and before she could get it, she was tackled on the ground and was now laying on her back with another wolf pinning her down. The wolf was huge, and it smelled like the same alpha she had been smelling before. The wolf's fur was black with a reddish tint, and his eyes were gold. He was gorgeous, and Allen had never seen a wolf like that before. When Allen looked up, she saw the Alpha growling at Allen and showing his canine teeth. Allen whimpered and closed her eyes. She knew this was a bad idea. She should not have run after Ohm, but of cour

I look at Lucas with tears-filled eyes, he is so ruthless and doesn’t have a feeling at all. “This will serve as a warning to every other person,” Alpha Lucas said, and he walked toward me. He gave me a scrutinizing gaze and I tried moving away from him, but I was too weak to resist any of his approaches. He smirked and kneel before me, he carried me up and started moving away from the crowd, and the slaves started murmuring as we walked away from them.

Time was not on my side, and the weight of responsibility as an Alpha King bore down upon me, fueling my determination to find a woman capable of providing one. Adjusting my mask, a surge of frustration mingled with a glimmer of hope coursed through me. Hope that among these candidates, perhaps I would discover the one who could fill the void in my heart. That, I would break free from the curse that has haunted me for far too long. Taking a deep breath, I steadied my emotions, preparing myself for the spectacle that was about to unfold. The auctioneer ascended the podium, commanding the undivided attention of the room. The first group of women was summoned, and the bidding commenced.

He drew his fist and aimed a punch at my face. My instinct as a warrior took over. I saw the punch coming and ducked out of the way, slipping down the wall. His fist rammed into the wall and he grunted as he drew me up roughly by the shoulders. "Why are you doing this?" I stuttered, aiming to break through his icy face. Everything about him changed suddenly. The air of romance around us ceased and standing before me was the Ruthless Alpha Joash! I panicked, not knowing what to do. "What are you doing?" I asked, looking into his eyes, as I tried harder to break through him. But it wasn't working. The blue tint in his eyes remained rigid like a frozen ocean.

I could feel the vibration of his wolf struggling against his skin. He was somewhere else, somewhere dark. “You think you can talk to me like that?” he growled, breath hot against my cheek. “You think you can challenge me?” I swallowed, my throat painfully tight. “I’m not challenging you. I’m just, just asking you to let go.” His grip tightened even more and a small cry escaped me. He leaned closer, towering over me, voice dropping to a guttural snarl. “You forget who I am.” “I haven’t,” I whispered shakily. “You are the Alpha.”

The Alpha lay comfortably on the bed with his eyes shut. “Oh, no! He's asleep. I'll just leave the soup here.” I mumbled, almost inaudibly. The moment I turned to leave, someone grabbed my wrist, and I gasped. Alpha held my wrist tight, wearing a soft smile. I gulped hard nervously and tried to free my wrist from his grip, but he tightened it. “Am I that hideous that you want to escape me, certainly?” He mouthed. “Hideous?” I scoffed, turning my gaze away, and said. “That's impossible. Even the blind could tell you're really… Handsome.” I stuttered.

“Remember, Eloane. Our pack operates on respect and compassion. Be certain of your claims before casting blame. Especially on those who already carry enough burdens.” Eloane’s face is still red, her anger evident, but she bows her head, muttering, “Yes, Alpha.” The Alpha looks around, addressing the crowd. “Return to your duties.” The crowd slowly disperses, and I release a long, quiet breath as the hallway empties. Eloane shoots me one last glare before stalking off, and I can feel the weight of the Alpha’s gaze on me, measuring, but… kind. I know I’ve won this round.

He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. And for the first time in twenty-six years, the ruthless Alpha of Ravencrest was exercising restraint he didn’t know he possessed. Because Celeste Ashveil wasn’t just a mate. She was becoming something far more dangerous. She was becoming everything.

Note: Dark omegaverse with male pregnancy. “You belong to me, omega. I will fight to the death and claim you as mine.” Those were the words Damon Moretti swore to himself as he stepped into the Black Crown Arena. In a world where male omegas are rare and coveted, alphas must fight to the death for the right to claim a mate. And Damon, the bastard son of the powerful Moretti family, has returned from exile with blood on his hands and revenge burning in his heart. He has only one goal: to claim an omega and make his enemies regret ever casting him out. That omega is Tristan Ash. Small, delicate, and desperate to escape the cruel man who owns his debt, Tristan enters the arena