Scarred Alpha Novels & Stories

Scarlet blinked. Then she laughed. A hard, mocking sound that bounced off the mansion walls like an insult carved into stone. “You want me to help you?” she scoffed. “Are you hearing yourself? You’re an Alpha. A whole damn Alpha. And you can’t handle one ordinary wolf and your pathetic Beta?” She stepped closer, eyes blazing. “You’re telling me the mighty Alpha Ronan is being played like a dumbass puppet by Liora and Alaric?” Scarlet’s voice dripped venom. “What is this? A comedy show?”

"A prison is a prison no matter what you call it. And I am not your 'little wolf.'" He emitted a harsh, humorless laugh and spurred his big horse closer until his leg brushed mine. Heat scorched me, painful and unwelcome. "Oh, but you are. You just don't know it yet. You carry the scent of my victory on you now. And it intoxicates." His eyes were heavy, crawling over me like a rough caress. I flinched, my skin warming where his gaze lingered. "You're a monster." "I am an Alpha. And you are my prize. Learn the difference. It will make your life here much easier."

Rhea’s POV “Alpha!” Scarface’s voice cracked the silence like a whip. He doubled over, clutching his arm where the mark burned through his sleeve. The scent of scorched flesh hit the air, sharp and metallic. His eyes widened in horror. I blinked, frozen. My hand still throbbed, the same hand that monster had gripped moments ago. The ache pulsed in rhythm with the faint glow still shimmering under his skin. “Leave,” Alpha Malric rasped, his breath uneven. His voice wasn’t his own anymore, it was layered, as though something monstrous inside him was speaking too.

I'm sure she'll forgive me if I told her I had found one of the people that rerouted our son's fund. I gripped the edge of my desk until my knuckles whitened. My wolf snarled, a low, dangerous sound vibrating inside me. First Eryn. Now this. Everything was spiraling, and I was losing my grip on the pack, on myself, on the people who mattered most. “Alpha,” The gamma's voice broke through the storm inside my head, “We’re still working but we believe we have bigger enemies than we thought. And if Rave was just a pawn, then whoever’s behind this… they’re still out there.”

“I’ve kept the pack above everything, Scarlet. I fought for them, bled for them… and they still hurt me. They hurt me so badly.” I wrapped my arms around her, rubbing soothing circles on her back as she trembled. My throat ached at the sight of her like this, vulnerable and disillusioned. Vespara had always seemed untouchable to me and now she was unraveling in my arms. “I’m sorry, Vespara,” I whispered into her hair. “I wish I could do something. Anything.” She just sobbed harder. “Why did Alpha do this to me? Why him?” “I wish I knew,” I said softly, though the truth was, I didn’t want to know.

“Oh shit, the Scarred Alpha is here.” My blood turns to ice as I remember the stories I’ve heard about him. No one knows his true name. It is even rumored that his face is so scarred from wars that no one besides his beta has seen it ever since he became the Alpha of his pack. Some say he’s not a regular wolf, they say he's a lycan, the most powerful of all werewolves. They say he was once forced into exile by his own pack... but then he came back. And when he did, wiped out half of them. My pulse thunders in my ears as I watch the gates groan open.

His muscles were hard-edged, his skin bronzed by the sun, and the thick hair on his chest tapered down into a dangerously low waistband. Then I saw it. On the left side of his chest, right over his heart, was a jagged, ugly scar. It wasn't from a claw or a blade. It was a Rejection Scar. When an Alpha rejects a fated mate, his own wolf often tries to tear the heart out of the body in grief. "Sit," I commanded, my voice cracking slightly before I regained my ice-cold composure.

And now, her goals had become very dangerous. The ground shook under them just as Mariana was about to face Raquel. A low, threatening growl filled the air, and it scared everyone to death. A tall, scary figure came out of the woods, and his eyes glowed deep amber. He walked forward like a king, an Alpha, and not just any Alpha. This one had a scar on his face that showed he was a veteran warrior. Just being there made the pack uneasy. Raquel stepped back, and her face showed that she was surprised. "You shouldn't be here," she said, her voice tense.

For some reason, at that point, I had noticed something I hadn’t seen the entire time of playing tag. A large scar took up a lot of the area of his back, making my wolf whimper in worry. Having scars is normal for an Alpha, Beta, Gamma as well as warriors. However, that fact couldn’t calm my wolf’s worries… or dare I say my worries. I stood up at the same time Kade did. He gestured with his head to follow him, it was a human-like gesture.

Alpha-knock. We heard Marcus open it. "Marcus Stone," a new voice said, deep, accented. "I am Alpha Kade of Red Moon, West Coast. You have broken council law by recognizing a null mate and broadcasting our existence to humans. By old law, I challenge you for territory and for the nulls." Silence in the main room. Karl and I looked at each other. "Of course," Karl muttered. "We win against the humans, the wolves start." He took my hand, claws out a little.