Romance With Possessive Alpha Males Novelas e Histórias

I muttered sullenly, and Rita patted my back as she hissed through her clenched teeth. Looking sympathetically at me, she nodded. “Unfortunately it's going to be rough for you. Alpha is a well-endowed, rough lover, and your first time will lack the emotions of a man who cherishes you. Think of him as a phycopath that fucks you and gets off on torture. But if you please him, you might bump Jasmine from her top spot…but then again, you'll have a new hornet nest of issues to contend with,” she explained and gave me a look of pity.

When I opened the link between us, he bombarded me with questions. "Man, you need to control your possessiveness!" I just shook my wolf's head as I raced towards that lizard at maximum speed. "Do you have a mate?" I asked him adamantly. Then he scoffs, "No man, but based on what I know about your mate, I suspect that she wouldn't appreciate your possessive behavior." "I am a Royal Alpha!" I reply angrily. As my beta scoffs, "Duh and guess what so is she. She'll make your life hell. What's sick, though, is that you'll enjoy it."

Oh, except when it came to the bedroom. What we had there was raw, unhinged, and wild—a primal display of possession. He'd leave his marks on me, staking his claim like the Alpha he was. And I—foolish me—tried to twist that animalistic need into some kind of love. God, women and our insane ability to romanticize. Love is the most dangerous kind of drug, isn't it? Any tiny shred of pity I had left for him vanished the moment I truly saw. In his eyes, buried deep, there was only the Alpha's consuming, undeniable need to own. Nothing more. Nothing less."

“It is only wise that I tend to her, just as she has tended to me and so many of our warriors. If you will excuse us…” A soft, dreamy sigh came from a woman at the far end of the table. “How kind and caring our Alpha is,” she gushed loudly enough for several nearby wolves to hear. “Taking such devoted care of his Luna. What a blessed union.” Murmurs of agreement rippled around us. Lucan gave one final, devastating thrust of his fingers, pressing hard against my clit, before slowly withdrawing. My empty cunt clenched around nothing, aching fiercely. I could barely stand as he helped me to my feet, his strong arm wrapping possessively around my waist.

I could feel his presence, a wave of his Alpha pheromones washing over me, making the hairs on my arm stand up. “Well, little Omega… now that we’re all alone, let’s get along real good,” Damon said, leaning close to my ear. I spun around, fury flaring inside me. “Fuck you, Damon.” A slow, predatory smirk spread across his face. His eyes darkened as he stepped closer. “I don’t want you to fuck me,” he said, his gaze dropping to my lips. “But I can fuck you. I can fuck you real good.”

"But you actually read romance?" "Strictly yours." "Fine. Tropes. Take my last book—the alpha was a mechanic and the omega was high-ranking pack royalty. Total class divide. That's a trope." "Got it." "Standard fated-mates stuff. Rags to riches." Finn nodded against Val's shoulder. "Makes sense." On screen, the main character spilled his drink all over his clothes while sprinting to deliver a beverage to his demanding superior. "Hey, you could run a fake mating scenario like this movie. That's a massive trope, right? Say one of the players needs to look settled for the front office."

"Madre—" "Don’t. I beg you. My decision is final. You will have Liliana as a mate." She rose and walked to the window. Her back on me. "I get that your drive is over the roof. I get that you can hardly control the stuff dangling in between your legs." She turned, and for a second I thought I saw mist in her eyes. "Which is why I’m making this easy for you. Claim Liliana and salvage your reputation. My God, Vincenzo. You are the next alpha. It's time you realized you're a role model."

He looks angrier and angrier by the second, jaw clenching, fists curling like he is contemplating walking over here and pummeling Gamma Lloyd for accepting my hand, right after I’d rejected him. “No. You move better than most females I have danced with. It was a compliment,” Gamma Lloyd remarks and I smile, lowering my eyelashes. He adds after a pause, “You really shouldn’t provoke the Alpha like this. It’s reckless.” I pull back a little, dancing around him while tracing his shoulders and broad back with my fingers. My gaze drifts across where I know the Alpha is, and our eyes meet. Oh, he looks livid. That’s the thing with Alpha males. They feel entitled to everything. Take what they think

“No, it doesn’t. Vivian is my mate. You are nothing to me.” The finality in his tone was a slap to the face. My knees felt weak, but I couldn’t let this end like this. “Eamon, please,” I begged. “We’re fated mates. I've waited and prayed for you. You can’t just reject me.” He sighed, exasperated as if I were a nuisance. “Very well, if you insist.” He straightened, his voice echoing through the hall. “I, Alpha Prince Eamon, son of Alpha Rowan of the Red Crescent Pack, reject you…”

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.”