Romance Novels With Jealous Possessive Alpha Males Novels & Stories

It was the same lust that I was feeling in that moment that was arousing with every passing second. I parted my lips, I wanted to defend myself in front of him. I never wanted my mate to have misunderstandings like this. I came here to kill Alpha Romeo, not him. I was about to tell him, but his mouth closed in on mine, his kiss was like a drug to me, soaking in me,- slow, erotic, and teasing. It was nothing like the kisses that I had shared with my boyfriend, Knight. It was twice as bewitching. In the next moment, I felt his hand running down like a hot-blooded river, skimming past the outline of my breast, moving down until it reached my groin.

Hah, like I am some prize, if they win it they rule the whole kingdom of werewolves. I move to my table set near the fire chamber, only to be welcomed by the sight of dozen of more proposal letters, " god when is this misery going to end," I sigh again running my hands through my hair," this is utterly ridiculous," I wonder these alpha males, how are they all still single haven't they found their mate? why the fuck all the alpha males are suddenly looking for arrange marriage, that too with me? Duh I know I am beautiful inside out, I know my worth but they ain't getting anything from here.

He pinned me there with his body, his breath hot against my face. “What are you doing!” I gasped, pushing against his chest. “What am I doing?” His voice was low but furious. His eyes looked wild. “Do you even know what it felt like to watch my mate flirting with my beta? My own beta, Elena?” My chest rose and fell. “I wasn’t flirting! And I’m not your property!” His hand slammed against the wall beside my head. His other hand grabbed my jaw, tilting my face up to him. “You’re mine. Mine alone.”

“Breathe Jean, you can do this.” My fingers hover over the handle when I hear his voice. “…the future of this bloodline cannot be compromised.” I freeze. I shouldn’t listen, I know I shouldn’t. But I do. “I will not bind myself to a she-wolf who carries a curse,” Seth continues. “A tainted womb weakens the line.” My breath catches in my throat. One of the council members asks, “And if such a woman is already… close to you, Alpha?” “There is no such woman,” Seth replies, unbothered. “And there never will be. My mate will be flawless and my heirs will be strong.”

A figure stepped out from the shadowed trees and by the way each wolf around me perked up I knew it’s — Darius Raventhorn. The Alpha of the Raventhorn pack. He has finally arrived...

he said sternly and Jace rolled his eyes. He stared at Aurora with his eyes glowing bright yellow and his lips parted in shock. It was like a beam was around her and it’s so bright. “Wow,” he muttered. “Do you see it?” “It's beautiful,” Jace replied. “No, it's madness. It might look beautiful but it's bad. It's all bad, she is dangerous.” “What's your deal, Gabriel? Just leave them alone.” “My deal is that the Alpha of a pack shouldn't be with someone whose kind isn't even supposed to exist. It is forbidden and it's dangerous,” he replied and Jace sighed.

I'd accepted a lone Alpha, one that didn't have anyone by his side. And yet, here she was…Ignas. Yet not just any woman, but my mate. And weirdly enough, she wasn't like the women that usually threw themselves at me, all bold stares and empty words with hope to claim a place beside me. No, Ignas was… different. She was cute, yes, with that pouty mouth and those big expressive eyes that couldn't hide a single emotion. Her face wasn't stunning, as if she had tried very hard to be different from others, but on the contrary, it possessed something far better, an unforced calmness and peacefulness, drawing you in. The more I thought of her, the more I felt that her kind of beauty was the sort tha

I said, wrinkled my nose in disdain. Alpha Jett raked his hands on his hair out of frustration. He looks annoyed that I showed him no affection at all when he clearly stated that I am his fated mate. My indifference to his charm must be annoying as hell for him, pushing his patience to its limits. I heard that wolves are possessive and obsessive about their fated mate. I smiled sweetly. "Are you mad that I don't reciprocate your affection towards me?" I asked, taunting him.

"A union that would solidify our power and ensure our survival." Katya's breath hitched beside me, but I kept my focus on our father. "What kind of union?" "Marriage," he stated plainly. "To Damian Volkov." The name sent a chill down my spine. Damian Volkov, the infamous Alpha Mafia King, known for his ruthlessness and unyielding control over the underground world. A man whose mere presence commanded fear and respect. "You can't be serious," I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil brewing within.

The court had not risen. Even as the fire burned low and the circle’s scent turned thick with salt, sex, and prophecy, not one wolf dared move. The sky still hadn’t returned her stars. And Jasmine hadn’t blinked. She stood in the center, barefoot in ash and blood, hips flushed with the bruise of Roger’s grip and thighs slick with his seed. Her chest rose in slow, deliberate rhythm... not from breath, but from control. Moonlight glazed her skin like a second sweat. She had taken their alpha. She had fucked him into prayer. And still... it wasn’t enough.