Romance With Jealous Possessive Alpha Males Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Let me kiss the fictional husband. Just once.” His jaw tightened. “Until we’re divorced, you can’t fool around. You are mine, Mrs. Salvatore.” I tilted my head. “You’re starting to sound like the possessive alpha in my book. You’re real. You talk. You’re broody…” “You can’t even control your alcohol,” he snapped. “How dare you let another man touch you?” I grinned. “Are you jealous?” “Was it to spite me? Or do you genuinely want other men?”

The moment the words leave her mouth, a sudden, hot flash of pure possessiveness surges through my veins. My jaw tightly clenches, and my fists ball up at my sides. The very thought of another alpha sitting in a private room with my wife, looking at her and trying to slide his way into her life, makes my inner wolf roar with jealousy. I want to ride out to the town lodge right now and tear Julian’s throat out for even breathing the same air as her. But as I look down at Desiree, the hot anger inside me suddenly melts into something incredibly soft and warm.

My pussy clenches hard around nothing and aching to be filled. His jaw tightens. Those piercing eyes narrow slightly, darkening with something dangerous. “Damien,” he corrects, voice dropping even lower. “You’re not a little girl anymore.” The words hit me like a physical caress. “You’re not a little girl anymore.” My nipples tighten painfully and fresh juice trickles down my inner thigh. I can smell my own arousal thickening in the air, sweet and needy, and I know he can too. 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.

“Yes. Right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop. Fuck me harder. More. I can take it. Please. More.” I couldn’t fucking move. My body was frozen but my blood was on fire. My cunt clenched hard, wetness sliding between my thighs instantly. My nipples tightened under my dress. My breath caught in my throat. I opened my mouth but no words came out. Just heat and pure jealousy. One of the men looked up. An Alpha. I could feel it in his eyes, in the weight of his stare, in the cruel smirk that slid across his face as he kept pounding into her like she was nothing but a toy. His gaze didn’t leave me.

ANDREA. “What are you talking about?” He asked. “Andrea.” Alessia drawled. “Help me make the Alpha jealous,” I said, and they both stared at me like I had a huge snake on my head. Dramatic much. That was the second thought that came to my mind after thinking about how to make the Alpha accept me as his mate. Werewolves are possessive and territorial beasts, not to talk much of an Alpha, a Lycan Alpha. They can kill, especially when someone tries to claim or harm their mate and if I can make Dante jealous, there’s a slight chance that he would be able to accept me and claim me quickly.

She frowned and grabbed my hand, "Hester, you must get him to talk about his feelings." I looked at her with an arched eyebrow "What, how do you think I'll accomplish that?" "You can make him jealous. We've already confirmed that he knows you're his. Besides, alpha males are very possessive of their mates - it's obvious he hated the idea of a man getting close to you! If that happens, he will do anything to get close to you. He's clear about it" Anna said without a second's hesitation. "What? No, I can't do that, I would risk too much. Besides, how are you sure he really has feelings for me" I said waving my hands in denial.

Everything was exciting and fun until I danced with the last guy – Ryan. I signed. No matter how distant or annoyed he always seemed, at that moment, I could see his eyes swirling with jealousy. And I can't help but think it's hot. Despite what my scattered brain was thinking, why was this grumpy Alpha jealous of me when he had girls wrapped around his finger? Not to mention, he also has a girlfriend he never takes his eyes off of, whom he would die to protect. What can I do to make him hot and bothered? Ah! I got it. Is that his wolf? The mate spouted the bullshit Allen was talking about.

The realization hits harder than it should, a pull in my chest I can’t ignore, even as I gun the throttle and tear down the empty streets toward her scent. I’m Tyler Grayson, future alpha of the Crescent Pack, and I’m supposed to have this under control. Find the lost wolf, bring her back—that’s what the elders said. They didn’t mention she’d be a shy girl with hazel eyes that see too much, or that her scent would wake something in me I can’t tame. I didn’t plan on feeling this… protective. But that howl, the way it cut through the night like a blade—it’s not just a warning. It’s a hunt, and Vivian’s the prey.

A sudden chill run down my spine His grip hard, almost bruising. His eyes unblinking. This man was a rogue. My stomach twists as I realize I’ve made yet another terrible mistake. I glance up at him in horror, my breath catching when I see his face. A jagged scar stretches from ear to ear, twisting his features into a permanent snarl. His Alpha aura leaks out in faint waves, and it’s enough to make my knees go weak. This is bad. Every nerve in my body screams in alarm. My breath quickens, my pulse pounding in my ears as I brace myself for the worst.

"Is that a scent of jealousy coming off your wolf?" Grant didn't bother denying it. He pressed me back until my shoulders hit the wooden doorframe of the Ridge Courtyard cottage, his mouth descending on mine with brutal, possessive heat. He claimed my lips thoroughly, his tongue tracing mine until my knees went weak and my breath came in shallow, ragged hitches. When he finally pulled back, his dark eyes burned with dangerous alpha intent. "Yeah, I'm jealous. But I don't need to bark like Howard does. Because when I want your lips, Mars, I take them."