Novel & Cerita Owned By The Alphas

“You okay?” “What happened?” Tessa asked, scanning my face. “You look like you saw a ghost...” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Because they were here. Somewhere behind me. Watching me. Their scent still tangled in my bloodstream like a drug. I felt like prey in a room full of predators — and the three most dangerous ones were the very Alphas this night was meant to celebrate. And fate just told me they were mine. Moon Goddess why? The air in the ballroom turned heavy the second the coronation began. Conversations dulled into hushed whispers as the lights dimmed, a spotlight falling on the elevated platform where the Alpha family stood.

It wasn't a secret, but they also knew that whatever positions of power they were holding weren't theirs but belonged to the Lycans. None of the existing alphas had anything to do with it; all those who were to blame were their ancestors, who were now no more. When Putin asked if any of the alphas had a way to deal with all that, Alpha Cameroon was the first one to go, and he said what his wife had said when they were still at home. That when the Lycan and his guardian finally attack, they should all come together and tell him that they are ready to return what is rightfully his as long as he spares their lives. Ninety-five percent of the alphas agreed to that until Alpha Kepha, who was Kezi

Stupid, silly children tales I hated so much and ended up burning the book when I was six. I hated that she had this beautiful place. Disgusting. I walked slowly and brushed the petals roughly as I passed. Knocked some loose. I wanted her to see, I wanted her to feel it — me walking through her little sanctuary like I owned the damn place. Because I do. This garden is palace property. The palace belongs to the Alpha. And the Alpha? He’s mine, my mate kind of

Byron looked at me and didn't move. “Gabe, I knotted. Get the doctor here now.” Shit. He was the Alpha of all Alphas. The king if you will. We pledged ourselves to him, we remained Alphas, but he was stronger, faster, and bigger than all wolves. No pack can run with more than one Alpha without one being the Alpha of all Alphas. We were the only pack in a thousand years to produce triplet Alphas. Twins were extremely rare for Alphas, triplets were incomprehensible to most of our kind.

Delivery by Friday. It was Davan’s handwriting. He didn't just sign me away; he traded me. He traded my life to buy a luxury car for Zola. “He sold me,” I whispered, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. “He actually sold me.” I flipped the page, my eyes blurring as I read the fine print. Recipients: The Vord Alphas. Caelum and Rysen Vord. Everyone across the northern and southern territories knew those names. They were the twin Alphas, men who ran their territory with absolute brutality. They didn't take unranked girls. They didn't do charity.

He was about to grow even more frustrated when he spotted something out of the corner of his eyes. It was an old, empty journal tucked between two massive tomes about pack genealogy or some other werewolf nonsense. The leather was worn but still intact, and when Carter opened it, the pages were blank. "Can I keep this?" he asked Balfour. "Of course," Balfour said easily, settling into one of the leather chairs with a contented sigh. “This entire building belongs to the Alpha, as do the grounds it stands on and the people within. And since the Alpha is your mate, whatever belongs to him also belongs to you."

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.

Grandma Amelia said. Leilah felt like grandma Amelia came at the right time to save her from the angry Alpha. "She isn't going anywhere grandma, not until she clear up this mess herself." Jake ordered. "Are you trying to go against my words Jake?" Grandma Amelia asked. "Last time I checked, I'm the Alpha and grandma I respect you, a lot, that's why this dirty thing even get a chance to breathe in this palace, but is high time I let you know that I'm not just your grandson but the Alpha of Rock hills pack, and I own my decision and everyone should respect me, so this girl will clear up this mess and you will go back to your chamber and rest." Alpha Jake answered and Grandma Amelia was shocked

I knew little about the world of wolves, I had only been warned to avoid the alphas at all costs, because I was one too, and if they were not familiar there was some rivalry for some things, plus they had aggressive behavior towards others. At that time the world was divided between normal people, wolves and vampires. Humans did not know of the existence of these two races, by decision of both parties avoided this at all costs and tried to live in harmony with each other, there were laws about coexistence. They should never mix any of the two. That was totally forbidden, although the only thing we had in common was the existence of the Alphas, Betas and Omegas, which was handled in the same

But while Wilson wrestles with this dark specter, an insidious conspiracy brews in the shadows—a sinister plot that seeks to unseat him from his throne. Deep within the hidden recesses of an old, decrepit mansion on the edge of the city, three Alphas gather in secret, their voices low and urgent. The atmosphere is thick with the acrid scent of betrayal, and the air hums with a palpable sense of menace. Alpha Lucius of the Ironfang Pack, Alpha Thorne of the Blackstone Pack, and Alpha Dorian of the Poniros-Lycus Pack, known among their kind as the Sly-Wolf Pack, are the architects of this treacherous scheme.