Romance Novels With Possessive Alpha Males Mga Nobela at Kwento

I wanted to feel him pressing into my pussy with his beefy, hot, and hard shaft while he was poised between my legs. "I'll make you completely mine, soon." He breaks the kiss, cupping my cheeks. “Alpha’s are very possessive of their mates. I can’t have you flirting with other men or my wolf might kill him. Do you understand?” I nodded. “Whoever that guy was, I don’t want you around him again.” He rests his forehead on mine. “Hell, I don’t want any other guy within ten feet of you.” “Okay,” I said and went in for another kiss but he pulled away. “What’s wrong?”

And it is here, that staring into her eyes makes Alpha Roman realize that she is the woman the moon goddess intended for him. Is this a joke? The alpha’s father sat right beside him. He fights his conscious not to march into that field and claim her. She is a downgrade to the werewolf name. An insult to the name of an alpha as mighty as himself. He has worked hard for seventeen decades. Roman learned the secrets of men and those of beasts. He understood battle strategies and watched kingdoms rise and fall. Yet those few years are nothing compared to the knowledge Alpha Roman’s father continues to pass down to him.

“Once got a whole pledge class drunk and talked them into stripping in front of the house.” Alecia raised her eyebrows, one more reason not to join the protected. “He’s going to have some youthful indiscretions to explain away.” "His father will just make it all disappear.” Helen snapped her fingers, and Alecia wondered how many crimes that had been made to disapear simply because he was a powerful alpha. She looked at the handsome man and shook her head. What a pity. She would have loved to get to know him. He looked like the type of man she’d always dreamed of. One similar to the heroes in the romance novels she had read so often, but those men had been human . . . . or at least, that was

Love's Hollow, New York is where magic happens. Under the influence of the evil witch, This small town seems like a good place to find a solution. Werewolves and various magical creatures live here. I didn't know such a beauty existed. Until two werewolves caught my eye at a local bar.These Alphas are muscular and dominant. But they are also territorial and possessive. And everyone wants to be their soulmate.

He remarked. Those words did something to me, I would ride him then and there. I went in for kiss, he stopped me mid way. His hands laced around my neck. Gently pressing. His head titled to one side. "Who do you belong to?" He asked me. Voice barely above a whisper. I wasn't going to say it. I wouldn't. "Who do you belong to, Allen, who is your Alpha?" I couldn't say it. I tried to look away but he held my jaw and made me look at him. I silently begged him to give me something.

“I hereby pronounce my judgement on you for your crimes, Ava Maynard, Omega of the Dawn pack. I will spare your life, but you are no longer welcome to stay here forever. You cease to be my mate from now on, you are hereby banished from the dawn pack starting from this moment, and you are to leave immediately. If you, at any point in time ever dare try to return here, I will kill you myself. Let it be so from this day.” *** Her Possessive Alpha 2: Coming soon.

My breath caught. He bent down to my level, placed his hand on my jaw, lifting my face up gently. I smiled, his touch was soft, and suiting. “I knew you would come back,” I said, placing my hand on his. “I, Nicholas Voss, the Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, reject you, Lyra Hale of the Bloodmoon pack, as my mate.” His voice was Deep. Detached. And then, his touch felt cold. Jenny’s smirk cut through my heart like a blade.

His nostrils flare slightly as he inhales, and for one electric second, I see the Alpha's raw hunger in him flash across his face before he reins it in. “Damien,” I repeat softly, tasting the forbidden name on my tongue. My voice is barely above a whisper, but I swear I see his cock twitch in those linen pants. He takes one slow step closer. The air between us crackles. I can feel the heat rolling off his big body, that rich, masculine Alpha scent wrapping around me like a drug and something undeniably sexual. My pussy throbs so violently I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud.

My heart is racing, my senses on high alert, as I prepare myself for what's to come. I'm not here to make friends or enemies. I'm not here to challenge the alpha or infiltrate the pack. It’s just Jasmine. And then slowly, I see him - Denzel, the notorious alpha, standing tall and imposing, his presence commanding attention. But my gaze doesn't linger on him for long, because behind him, I spot the one person I've been searching for. Jasmine looks even more breathtaking than she did last night. Her thick, dark hair cascades gloriously down her back, framing her heart-shaped face and accentuating her porcelain skin.

I follow every movement his lips make, like a hypnotized bunny. “She also said you were an orphan. What pack do you come from?” He asks and I gulp, regaining my senses and subtly looking around to make sure that no one saw me gawking at the old hottie. “The burning moon pack.” He smiles, charming but deadly. “Your Alpha is a good friend of mine.” I manage to return the smile, but we both know there is nothing genuine about our smiles. I can barely move my fork, my hands tremble around my fork. Dante's presence dominated the room, stealing my breath.