Owned By The Alphas Novels & Stories

Woke up in the locker room alone, my mouth dry, her scent still fresh on my tongue. And the worst part? I liked it. I wanted to taste her again. Feel her shake under me. Feel her surrender. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Because once I let the wolf out, there’d be no putting it back in the cage. And this pack? This team? These boys I bled for? They wouldn’t survive the fallout. They didn’t know what I really was. They thought I was just another alpha. Just another strong bloodline. They didn’t know I was cursed.

“He said ‘property’ and ‘breeding.’ He meant her.” “He won’t get her,” Alaric says. He’s sitting. He can’t stand long. “Not while I’m breathing.” The circle is full. Twelve Alphas. Twelve Betas. Me. “We lost five,” Kael says. “Fen lost four. He’ll come back with forty. Rogues. Ex-Council guards. Any male who liked the old rules .” “Let him,” Borin says from his stretcher. “We have twelve packs. We have the Luna’s Pact. We have a reason to fight.”

"I believe I made myself clear when I said that this matter is my private business." The old man neither lowered his eyes nor shrank beneath my stare. Instead, he rested both hands upon the head of his cane and straightened his shoulders. "With all due respect, Your Majesty," he replied evenly, "it ceased to be your private business the moment the realm learned that the Alpha King had found his fated mate. The identity of your Luna concerns every wolf under your rule because it directly affects the stability of the realm." A pulse throbbed at my temple. My wolf paced restlessly inside my mind, his hackles rising with every word that left Richardson's mouth. He hated the discussion. He hated

I didn’t say anything in response; I just stood there. "Well… are you going to keep standing there, or are you going to come inside?" the first one snapped at me, and I took a step into the room. I took a seat on the couch, and they kept talking as if I wasn’t right there. I didn’t know how to ask them the questions I had in mind, so I just remained quiet and listened to whatever they were saying. "My father sent word to me last night," the blonde began. "Apparently, the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack was attacked by Alpha Aeros at an event because of a certain Omega." She turned around and looked me over.

He kisses her quickly before stepping forward. “Attention everyone!” he says, his voice booming out around the pack. Everyone goes quiet and the tension gets heavier. “As you all know, I defeated your Alpha yesterday. That would make me your Alpha, except for one thing. Alpha Cyra and Alpha Yorick are the ones who were impacted by the loan your previous Alpha took out and I bought. They will be taking over the loan from me and this pack is included as part of that loan, meaning, they now own this pack,” Quirin says.

Damien stood slowly and crossed to the railing, leaning against it, staring into the woods. “You can rest now,” he said without looking at her. “You don’t need to keep fighting every minute. You’re safe here. For as long as you need.” Her throat tightened. “And what if Margaret disagrees?” He finally turned, and the moonlight made his eyes look almost gold. “I am the Alpha,” he said. “Even she will fall in line.” His voice was low but absolute. There was no room for argument. Ryleigh stood, unsure what she was doing, but compelled by some invisible pull. She walked to the railing beside him, close enough to feel the heat of his body.

Of course; I almost forgot about Ordan’s more… antiquated laws. Back in the old days—which really weren’t that long ago, only around forty years ago—Alphas could claim complete ownership of their wives and kin. Their wives couldn’t work, have bank accounts, own property, or open credit cards without explicit permission from the Alphas. Furthermore, their children were basically property.

When the order is complete, they would present themselves to the country as a whole. I stopped reading. My country is ruled by seven Alphas from the seven branches of the Council. The main three are the Prime Alpha, Beta, and Delta. The last order ruined my life and now, their sons were about to take over and wreak even more havoc on us all.

"Yes, and that's the fucking problem. It clearly says on the engraving that the owner is Alpha Lenox, the youngest of mad Alpha's triplets. Have you heard of them?" "I think I have heard something about the mad Alpha," I shrug. In school, we hear a lot about the different Alphas of all the shifters, but I've never paid attention to the ones who aren't cat shifters. I couldn't care less who they are or what they do.

He waited until I was begging him in the old language of our wolves. Only then did he stop. He crawled up my body. He was heavy. His weight pressed me into the hard floorboards. He looked into my eyes. "Who owns you?" he demanded. "You do," I sobbed. "You own me." "Who is your Alpha?" "Kael," I cried. "Kael Blackwood is my Alpha." He smiled. It was a dark and terrible smile. He reached down and guided himself to my entrance. He was impossibly large. The blood rush of his own arousal combined with the wolfsbane had swollen him to a size that promised pain.