Romance With Possessive Alpha Males Novels & Stories

I eagerly demanded. He sighed. “As you know, werewolves, specifically men, lose control whenever they see their mates for the first time. They wouldn't want to let you go unless you get marked by them, Whether you agreed to it or not. You will be forced to be with your mate because you're already marked. "And you probably know the next thing that will happen after that,” he trailed off, sending me a knowing look. “What do you mean?” I nervously asked. “You're barely an adult, Katia. You just turned eighteen. Can you imagine yourself bearing the alpha's pup?”

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

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.

I pouted angrily to Rae and she chuckled in response. "It looks like our little interaction with our knight in shining armor has set off a little bit of jealous rage." she grinned as I sighed in exasperation. "Is it always going to be like this? Every time a man so much as breathes in my direction is he going to be throwing his toys out of the pram and getting obnoxiously possessive?" "I mean…I wouldn't say obnoxiously possessive. But it is pretty standard for how Alpha's are with their mates. They are territorial by nature over things that they consider theirs and…well..we are his." Rae shrugged casually.

“You could have easily entered instead of knocking. This is yours and your father’s house.’’ “Maybe you were getting dressed. This might be my house but I'm not going to throw etiquette out of the window.’’ It was somewhat beautiful that Ryan was willing to be reasonable and respectful towards me. I have heard stories of how possessive an Alpha becomes when they meet their mate. I know that things don't always go as expected. I know that an Alpha is always demanding. Possessive. Domineering. Perhaps, part of the reason why I kept thinking about this is because of the kiss he gave to me. I've not been able to stop thinking about it since then.

Roman’s tone turns steadily cold as he adds, “Fen would more likely hunt him down now, and not in the romantic way.” My eyes light up as I remember, “My book! You saw that in one of my books didn’t you?” The Alpha of the Ironclaw pack reading a romance novel would be about as ludicrous as anything else to anyone else, but I’m his mate, his wife, he isn’t afraid to be silly around me, and as we burst out of the main doors Roman nods. I burst into the kind of spurting giggles that would have expelled water from my mouth if there was any and Roman grins cheekily, still speaking through the mate bond as he says, “I wanted to see if those men you read of have anything on me.”

They spoke calmly, like this was a business transaction, like choosing a mate was the same as signing a contract or acquiring a company. “Without a mate,” one of them had said, “your position as Alpha will never be complete.” They didn’t need to remind me what the ritual meant, I knew it better than any of them. An Alpha without a mate was unfinished, unstable and a risk. My jaw tightened. My father had already chosen one for me long before he died. A political match and a perfect Luna on paper, having strong bloodline, loyal family and no complications. No emotions. I exhaled slowly through my nose, that was the problem. My mind betrayed me before I could stop it.

“I am jealous; you are so lucky.” “Yes, lucky.” I gave her a tight-lipped smile. “Why do you think so?” She rolled her eyes, sighing dramatically like the thought of asking was almost impossible. “Apart from the fact that he is a stunning piece of man, he is also intelligent and very kind. The alpha is just every female’s dream man, and honestly, I have always liked him.” I had been staring at the newcomer since she began to rattle on about my mate; however, when she mentioned the ‘L’ word, my jaw ticked.

An Alpha is possessive, they take and claim, they don´t share, or wait for their mate to be ready, or get her head out of her ass. I don´t know where all of this is coming from, or who the woman who answered was, but I looked at them and took a deep breath: "Please..."

It wasn’t the sound of a man. It was the sound of a werewolf dominant alpha. The door to the temple shattered, and through the dust and moonlight came Alexander, Alpha of the Raiden Black Cliff Pack. Tall, handsome like the Greek gods themselves and broad-shouldered, his aura crackling with fury. His golden brown eyes glowed with lethal rage, his scent heavy with storm and dominance. He didn’t hesitate. The first abuser lunged. Alexander caught his throat mid-air, claws sinking deep, and ripped it open. Blood sprayed against the broken marble.