Romance Novels With Alpha Males And Innocent Heroines Novels & Stories

“You didn’t seem to mind the inappropriateness last night. Not when you were falling apart on my fingers in the back of my car, sobbing my name like I owned you.” A visible shiver ran through her. Her thighs pressed together. I smiled against her ear. “Married woman,” I continued, voice dropping lower, “waking up naked in an Alpha’s bed with another man’s ring still on her finger. Bold choice. I like it.” “I’m not—” she started, voice breathy, but I cut her off by trailing my fingers down her side, settling possessively on her waist. She fit perfectly there, as if she had been made for my hands.

********** Damian swirls the dark vintage in his goblet, watching the red liquid cling to the crystal before taking a slow, deliberate sip. The taste is heavy on his tongue, rich and bitter, much like the current state of his affairs. His mind, however, is far from the paperwork scattered across his mahogany desk. It is fixated on the new arrival—the gift from Alpha Kael. Aiden. The omega is a rarity, a specimen of such delicate, refined beauty that Damian has seen few like him in his years. He has fucked countless omegas, bent them over every surface in this palace, but this one is different. There is a glint in Aiden’s eyes, a calculated reserve that screams of cunning. He is playing hard

I notice a paper poking out of his pocket. I open my fist and the paper finds its way to me and lands in my palm. It looks like a letter written by a five year old child but except this is something else. . . . . Beta with your mark on one side. Fiance who you fuck on the other side. I guess I should learn how to enjoy women from you, Alpha King Alonso Naylor. If there is a kingdom where everyone is a whores, then I guess you would be a perfect king for that as well.

I have hated this man for weeks; every time he speaks, I feel like hitting him, yet now that I’m lying beside him, I keep thinking about how good his body looked and what he said about how he treats women in bed. How can someone so arrogant, so selfish, be a good lover? He doesn’t seem to care about anything but his own needs. So, would he just be doing a good job because it’s proper? Because it’s what an alpha is supposed to do. Not because he actually cares for the women he’s sleeping with. Yet… He looked really good. I haven’t seen a lot of dicks. Okay, that’s a lie. I’ve seen a lot, but that’s in a different scenario. After shifting mostly.

ELEANOR’S POV. It had been a week since I last saw Alpha Cruz, and I wondered where he had headed. He had his Beta inform me of his traveling, although he never said a word about where he went to. The house had been so quiet without him, meal times too. I know we rarely spoke, but all the same, his presence would have meant a lot. I turned page after page, trying to read the book I had in my hand. It was a new book by an author, ThePenQueen. Something about an Omega coming back to life: I didn't want to read too much because I feared I might get engulfed in my imagination. I might want more than life can give. I might want to die and come back to life as someone else. Maybe I might get a cha

​She hit the search button, half hoping to find hidden scientific articles, government conspiracies, or at least news about a rare genetic disorder that caused sufferers to grow excessive hair and howl at the full moon. ​However, her search results were instead flooded with rows of digital book covers featuring shirtless, muscular men and fragile-looking women under the moonlight. ​They all pointed to links for online romance novels. ​Nichole scrolled down her screen, reading the titles inwardly with her eyebrows knitting closer together. ​"Bride for the Alpha" ​"The Wolf CEO's Human Mate" ​"Rejected by the Cruel Alpha" ​"Entangled in the Possessive Lycan's Forbidden Love"

One Room. One Hour. No Rules. *** By day, Jules Quinn is a rising hockey star with a future bright enough to make everyone believe he's got his life together but by night, he's Rome. The mysterious masked stripper who commands the private room at an exclusive club and everyone goes crazy for. Nobody knows about his second life and how he was forced into it by the crushing debt his father left behind and Jules intends to keep it that way. Until one night, a dangerously handsome Alpha walks into his private room and rocks his world. Enzo Bellini. A ruthless Mafia boss and a man Jules should never have caught the attention of because now he wants him but there's a problem, Ju

I begin to move, a slow, steady rhythm, building a fire that will consume us both, and I whisper against her lips, "Forever, Seraphina. You are mine. Forever." She does not answer with words, but her body answers for her, rising to meet me, her legs wrapping around my waist, her nails digging into my back, her mouth finding mine in a kiss that is more battle than caress, more surrender than victory, and we move together, two wolves locked in an eternal dance, and I know that this is only the beginning, that there will be pain and blood and tears, that there will be war and loss and grief, but there will also be this, this moment, this connection, this bond that cannot be broken, and as I fee

Cielo asked. “I've never seen a female Alpha. Yes, there are female heirs, but the ruling ultimately goes to their husband after they get married.” I looked at her in the eyes and nodded my head. “So, yes. It's quite impossible, in my opinion. The realm will never be ready for a female Alpha.” “How about your Luna, Alpha? Have you spent a second in your life looking at her… thinking that she'd make a great Alpha?” A smirked washed over my face at Cielo's silly question. “Eero didn't even ask me to give back her pack to her. I don't think she is interested in ruling a pack.”

~Damon~ I had waited for the perfect time for her to be ready. Not just physically. Not just wet and whimpering and begging to be filled. I’m talking ready..body, mind, soul. Because trust me when I say this… I am a very rough Alpha. I’m not the kind of man who makes love with candlelight and soft hands. I’m not gentle. I don’t take it slow. I destroy. I break. I breed. I dominate until she forgets her own name and screams mine like it’s the only word she’s ever known.