No Longer Yours My Alpha Novels & Stories

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. I was leaving.

"Bella! Your father may have mauled your spirit, but you have already taken your pound of flesh! He is broken and scent-less because of your revenge. Why can’t you let go?" "The Alpha is dying, and when a soul departs, the pack-link is extinguished forever. If you don't come today, you will never see him again. How can you be so cold-blooded, refusing to witness his last breath?" Thea asked flatly, "Are you finished howling?" Madam Moore was dumbfounded. Then, she burst into a fresh fit of tears. "Isabella... how did you become so feral and cold? You truly act as if you carry none of my blood..."

But I was fuming and didn't care. "I don't know who the hell you think you are, Rhyder! Coming into my house, disturbing my peace! And demanding that I listen to you! I don't owe you a damn thing!" He bit down on his jaw as he took two steps toward me. I instinctively took two steps back. "I AM YOUR ALPHA, GRACE...." I bit out a humourless short laugh. "No, Rhyder! You might be Alpha, but you are not mine! I'm not a part of your pack anymore! You made sure of that the night you decided to crawl into bed with my best friend!"

The Alpha stepped out from the shadows at the bottom of the stairs. He had blood on his face and his clothes were torn but he didn’t look injured, he looked furious. His eyes locked onto me. “Give me the stone.” I tightened my grip on my bag. “No.” He smiled. “You don’t understand what you’re carrying.” “Then explain it.” He laughed. “You won’t live long enough to understand.” He moved and I pushed Fiona aside, the Alpha’s claws tore through my jacket and I stumbled backward. Nyra attacked him but he knocked her away.

My heart nearly punched a hole through my ribs. Didn’t even get a word out before the door creaked open. The head maid walked in, holding a tray in hand like she didn't care. Dropped the food with a clatter, gave me this look of a half-smirk, half-sneer. “Lucky you’re still breathing,” she said, voice flat. “Most who cross the Alpha don’t get up again.” Yeah, thanks for the unpaid advice. But there was something colder in her stare, like she was thinking of the kind of burial to give me when I finally get killed.

“She’s the one I want.” “You can’t have her.” “Why?” Silence. The quiet stretched, thick and strange. My Alpha’s mouth opened, then closed again. He didn’t answer. Alpha Mace’s voice cut through the silence, calm but final: “Since you have no answer, then it’s done. She’s mine now. And no one should touch her from now on.” My breath stopped. The room spun. A moment ago, I’d been a nothing on the floor; now two Alphas had carved me into a price.

Nora's hand found mine, steady and warm despite everything, and I held onto it, grateful for the simple, grounding certainty of her presence even as the scope of what we were actually facing continued to grow larger with every new revelation. My phone buzzed again before anyone could say anything further, and I glanced down to see a message from an unknown number, the same untraceable format we'd seen twice before. I opened it slowly, dread already settling cold in my stomach before I'd even read the words. *You're getting close, Alpha Parker. Closer than anyone has in twenty years. I'd be careful about that, if I were you. The last Alpha who got this close to understanding us didn't live lo

His real form stands in front of us now, solid and certain. “Your Alpha is dead, little girl,” he says calmly. “Your pack belongs to me now.” Anger burns through the fear, hot and steady. “Over my dead body,” I snap. He smiles. Cold. Certain. “Very well.”

“There’s nothing up there that concerns you. This isn’t your house to wander through. Remember who runs this place.” “I’m quite sure it isn’t you.” Inessa turned that hard stare on Katerina next. “And it isn’t you either. My son is Alpha of this pack. He owns this house. I can go where I like.” Inessa stepped toward the staircase, but Morwen immediately shifted to block her path. “The bedroom has already been cleared out.” Katerina’s brow lifted. Cleared? Nobody had told her that. She had never bothered with Daphne’s bedroom, but now she wanted to know why Morwen was so quick to keep people out of it.

I watched as a man approached me. He looked older than the other men, perhaps somewhere around middle age, but there was nothing frail about him. If anything, he seemed more intimidating than all of them put together. He walked towards me with an unsettling calmness, his eyes fixed on my face. "In case we haven't met," he said with a grin, revealing a silver tooth where his canine should have been. "I'm Rafael, Alpha of the Drakon Pack.”