Romance With Jealous Possessive Alpha Males Novels & Stories

I kept kissing him, riding the last aftershocks of my release, until his body began to relax beneath me. It didn’t take long. His eyelids grew heavy. His hands slipped from my hips. Within moments, Dimitri was unconscious, breathing deep and even, the fresh mark still vivid against his skin. I climbed off him carefully and stood beside the bed, looking down at the man who had once been everything. A soft, humorless chuckle left my lips. “I, Lyrien Ross, member of Silver Moon Pack, reject you, Dimitri Romanov, Alpha of Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and Alpha.”

She sized him up from head to toe. “If you want a porcelain doll then you might as well go and get one from the city mall. I refuse to be in a place where I am disrespected at every turn and I definitely will not be at your beck and call!” Madison had barely gotten the words out before Alpha Caden was right in front of her with his hand wrapped firmly around her neck. His eyes blazing, showing the presence of his wolf. Madison might have alpha blood flowing through her veins but she was no alpha.

My Alpha son. I stand at the edge, carrying trays of drinks, smiling when asked, bowing my head politely. My claws itch under my gloves. My wolf growls low, tense in my chest. I hate this. I hate watching him like this. Watching him… kiss another girl. His crush, the girl he thinks he wants tonight, the one he chose for fun, the one he touches as if he owns her.

I'd always think with my brain, cold logic over foolish emotion. What a lie. Both my fucking brain, heart, and mind were filled with her—Juliette, my mate, my everything. Goddess knows just how much I wanted to rip apart anyone who'd ever hurt her, even in the slightest. Dante with his filthy hands on her neck, I'd tear them limb from limb if I could, bathe in their blood just to see her smile without shadows in her eyes. Watching tears fall from her cheeks earlier, unaware as she poured out her pain, had cracked something primal inside me. It awakened the beast that other alphas whispered about in hushed tones—the jealousy, the possession that burned like silverfire.

"No need to try to explain. You can just say it as it is. Go on. Finish your words.” His expression hardened a little, resolve settling into his features. He hesitates for a moment, before finally saying, “without you, my position as Alpha is… going to be compromised.” He says the words exactly how I expected him to. They land cold, precise and calculated. Like he had been rehearsing them before coming here. His confession of ‘loving me’ sounds like a master plan in getting me back. "Right,” I mutter, nodding slowly as a bitter smile tugged at my lips. “So… that's basically what I am to you now. Some pawn in your stupid little game?”

he explained, attempting to assuage her concerns. Alesha, however, was not so easily appeased. Her gaze swept across the 25 women, their charm and allure captivating the attention of the male pack members. A simmering jealousy took root within her, a feeling unfamiliar in the context of her familial bond with Alpha Dwayne. The dynamics within the pack shifted, the atmosphere charged with an undercurrent of attraction and fascination.

Dominic’s voice makes me turn around and Mira skips past me, jumps on him and plants a sultry kiss on his lips, her soft moans of pleasure filling the air. I look from them to Dante as the realisation hits me. Dominic is her honeybun, not Dante. A sense of relief that I shouldn’t even feel floods me and Dante gives me one last unreadable look before he calmly walks out of the building, not saying a word to me. I stay rooted to the spot, in pain and discomfort, confused and unsure of what to do. The Alpha I am mated to doesn’t want me and the one I am now supposed to marry is kissing another woman right in front of me and he doesn’t seem to care either.

“And you are uglier and much outdated.” Her smirk vanished. And I found mine. “Because I didn’t seduce Dorian—he wants me. He’s the one clinging onto me. He’s the one who proposed marriage. Not me.” “You shameless whore!” She cried, raising the syringe, its needle aiming for my face. “If you hadn’t seduced the Alpha, he wouldn’t so much as blink an eye in your filthy direction! The Alpha already has me! And he sees only me!” Jealousy exploded inside me. I wanted to scream back: Dorian has me! Dorian sees only me, you fucking bitch!

I smiled and nodded, feeling a spark of excitement in my chest. Spending time with them was always a thrill, even if it was just watching movies and hanging out. "Sure, that sounds great," I said, trying to keep my voice casual. Deep down, I knew that I was falling for both of them hard. But I didn't want to admit it, not even to myself. The thought of being in a relationship with two powerful and possessive werewolf Alphas was intimidating, to say the least. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the way my heart raced whenever they were around.

"Which is?" He kissed me, deep and demanding, tasting of blood and victory. "Reclamation. Tonight, I'm going to take you apart piece by piece. And when I'm done, you'll know exactly who you belong to—even as you rule your pack with an iron fist." I should have been exhausted. I should have been grieving, processing, planning. But his words lit a fire in my belly that burned away everything else. "Then don't keep me waiting, Alpha."