Possessive Alpha Werewolf Romance Books Novels & Stories

Wife or not, this Alpha’s whore will belong to me. I cross to her, taking my time. Her defiant eyes rise to meet mine, burning with rage and something else. Devotion. To whom? The Alpha? “How is it that a werewolf Alpha has claimed a human as a pet? A whore?” I sneer, leaning close to sniff her. There’s a trace of wolfsbane on her and something else. Something familiar. Magic?

another elder intones. Alphas are creatures made of aggression. It’s a simple fact, born because werewolf society favored the strong. To be the strongest in the pack didn’t mean to be the most aggressive, but the rise to the top was never smooth. No Alpha in Crescent Ridge’s history ever took on the leadership position without a few challenges. But the elders aren’t worried about this piece of common sense.

"We will support whatever choice you make. Your happiness and your destiny matter more to us than any alliance with any king." But the lycan king was clever and he was determined to have what he wanted. He connived with the Alpha of Valemont. He made deals and promises and offered things that the Alpha couldn't refuse. He offered treaties and alliances and protection and wealth. In exchange, he asked the Alpha to use his Alpha command to force Iris to marry him. An Alpha command was something that no werewolf could refuse. It was power written into their blood. When an Alpha ordered something, those who served under that Alpha had no choice but to obey.

His long legs were stretched out beneath the dark wood, his golden wolf eyes scanning the tactical territory maps spread before him with bored, predatory indifference. He didn't look like a standard high-ranking corporate suit. He looked like an Alpha in his prime—lethal, commanding, and radiating a suffocating, raw male heat that made the surrounding she-wolves squirm in their seats. It’s no wonder females throw themselves at his feet like starved beasts, I thought, my pulse giving a traitorous, erratic flutter against my ribs. The Alpha of the Hawthorne Mooncrest Dominion is nothing but pure, walking danger. "Do you have a personal objection to my face, Rowan? Or are you just enjoying the

TITLE: Claimed by the alpha When Maya stumbles into the dangerous world of werewolves, she never expects to find herself marked by the most feared alpha of all—the ruthless and irresistibly handsome Alpha Kael. Known for his power and unforgiving nature, Kael doesn’t take “no” for an answer. But Maya is different; she’s the one woman who challenges his control and awakens something primal within him. Caught between her fear and an undeniable attraction, Maya is forced into a world of fierce pack rivalries and hidden supernatural secrets. As Kael’s possessive nature begins to consume them both, Maya realizes that her life and her heart may never belong to her again.

Every coin, every cent, was accounted for. Damien stood trying so hard not to show he was trembling. The Alpha, who once stood high and mighty, whose words were judgment and Laws, now stood before the crowd, unable to show his face. His shames were exposed. Exmach pack sent its witness. This was the first time in the history of werewolves that an alpha sold off his title. Elder Lucien stood up and read: “For the dishonour and the debt owed to the land, the pack, and the moon Goddess, Alpha Damien of Greymoon pack shall give the Alpha title of Greymoon pack by right of the Council. “

The casual way he said it made my stomach turn. "Your Alpha is reacting exactly how we expected," he continued. "He's searching. Moving fast. Probably not thinking clearly. That makes him predictable." "You're underestimating him," I said. "We're not. We're counting on him. Bonded wolves always come for their mates. It's instinct. They can't help it. And that instinct makes them easy to manipulate." I wanted to argue. To tell him Adrian was smarter than that. But the words stuck in my throat because part of me wondered if the man was right.

Alpha- she does! "Baby, I am an Alpha. My wolf has one of the highest sex drives there is. Both of us agreed we would never bed anyone that wasn't our mate, but we have kissed and done other things with other females. We have gotten blow jobs, hand jobs, and we have given both in return. We have done these things in high school mostly and only with she-wolves. When I turned 21, Alpha and I both decided no more. We believed the Goddess was keeping you from us because of our sleazy ways. Abby ( I say with a growl) was a longer fling in high school. We were never a couple. She literally slept with almost every male besides the omegas. Recently because we have had no physical intimacy, we were b

“This is my secret hideout. I always come around here when I need a place to clear my head. I usually race my wolf here without my car.” What? Coming down here was like two hours' drive, owing to how much he sped on the road. And now he's telling me he usually races his wolf here? Just how fast was his wolf? “I'm sure you must be wondering how come I can race my wolf here?” “Yea," I uttered. “You know so little about us Alphas. All ranked Werewolves run at a fast pace, but an Alpha runs faster.” This means Theo's wolf is fast as well. I wonder if I'll ever get to see Theo's wolf one day.

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