Rebirth Of The Alpha’s Slave Mate Novels & Stories

They had walked through the betrayal, through the heartbreak, through the lies, and through the debts. They had walked through it all to finally reach this point, and they were never going to let go of each other. They were destined to be with their love forever. And they wouldn’t let go. Never again. The End. Thank you all for reading ‘A slave to the alpha I rejected” . If you would like to stalk the author (aka me!), you can follow me on F******k @Paige.J Turner. I love you all. Thank you so much! And stay tuned for more stories coming soon.

“What performance are you talking about?” Howard finally met my gaze with a half-smile, like he knew something I didn't. “Alpha Dante is returning to the pack.” The room tilted. No. Not Father. “You mean Alpha Dante?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Jack leaned against the doorway with a grin. “The one and only. He's coming back from the Eastern Border. I hear he painted the rivers red with rogue blood.” My heart gave a painful thump.

His arousal pressed like solid stone against my stomach, sending a wave of nervous anticipation through me. I had found at least some form of release—imperfect, incomplete, but enough to take the edge off. The alpha, however, had not. And he was making it very clear he intended to fix that. As he slowly pulled back from our kiss, I looked into the eyes of the beast. There was a fire burning there, wild and unrelenting. He scanned my face, hungry, watching for the slightest reaction to what he was about to say. “Alina, you are my true mate. Let’s try to start over—from a clean slate.”

Thalia rambled, her words completely breaking apart. ​Both of her hands clawed frantically at the silk mattress beneath her, tearing the expensive fabric to shreds. Her entire body shuddered violently every time my length reaped the deepest depths of her core. The shadow mist around us grew incredibly thick, vibrating in perfect harmony with the peak of raw passion consuming her. ​"Answer me, Thalia!" I hissed, bending my body entirely over her back, pressing my chest flat against her sweaty, smooth skin. "Who owns you?! Who is your Alpha?!"

No matter what, I will make him speak. I let out a determined breath. “I'm taking him. Let me know how much he costs, I'll pay, and you have him delivered to my place, well showered and shaved.” “Yes, Alpha.” Before rising to my feet, I reached for his face, and I breathed into his mouth because I couldn't stop myself. His features were infuriating and disgustingly erotic without basic effort. “We'll have such a great time, dear slave. I'll show you you're special. You'd like that, wouldn't you?”

Alexander leaned one hand against the wall beside her, trapping her between him and the marble surface. “You’re afraid of losing control.” Sylvie looked up at him. “And you’re not?” Alexander shook his head slowly. “No.” “Why?” His voice lowered. “Because I’ve been waiting for you.” Sylvie blinked. “That sounds dramatic.” Alexander smirked. “I’m an Alpha. Drama comes with the title.” Sylvie laughed softly. Then her expression softened slightly. “You’re very sure that I’m your mate.” Alexander answered without hesitation. “My wolf recognized you the moment I saw you.”

The hall was thrown into a deep silence, I was confused about the sudden calmness that filled the room until I realized that Alpha Harris was staring at me intently. As our eyes locked, I could feel every strand of hair in my skin standing and my eyes dilated. Alpha Harris was my mate. So this is what the mate bond feels like when it pulls people together but why me? Why did it choose me as the Alpha's mate or was the moon goddess playing with my fate? I stood there, my hands resting on my thigh as Alpha Harris' stares became more intense, I couldn't look away, we couldn't look away but I knew immediately that something was going to go down.

If this interests you, come to the Misty Forest. "Alpha Marcus?!" Of course I had gone to the Misty Forest and there I had found Miss Sophia's husband, Marcus Blackthorn. "Hello. I remember seeing you at a wedding." He smiled down at me. I nodded, completely enthralled with his presence. "Yes, was that letter I received written by you?" "That's right." The charming smile he flashed me, made me melt. Alpha Marcus pulled out a green bottle and he told me that as long as I was willing to put this in my Alpha's food, I could start my life again at the Nightfall Pack, and in return, he would treat me better and grant me a higher status.

“You are just being moved back to the slave quarters. You do not deserve to be here.” “What do you mean?” “Get out of bed, collect your things and return to your room. Someone else will be moving in here. I don’t know what you did to the alpha but you messed up real big. I heard about your little stint with Miss Erica and Mrs. Jamison. What? Did you think there would be no consequences for your behavior? Did you think that just because the alpha returned you, it meant you were special? No, darling. You thought wrong. You will always be a slave.”

"She believed the rebirth would have depleted the bloodline's strength. That you would come back with the anchor weakened, easier to access, easier to use as the completion key." Papa and mama looked at me. "She was wrong," "She was completely wrong," Petra said. "And she never corrected the assumption because she never got close enough to test it properly. Every time she tried to get close to you, you'd already moved. You were never in the position she expected you to be in." She looked at me steadily. "Your wolf, the silver-white form. That's not what a depleted bloodline produces. That's what a strengthened one produces. The rebirth didn't weaken the anchor. It deepened it."