Scarred Alpha Novels & Stories

We all have moments where we have to do things that hurt others just to protect ourselves, and sometimes we hurt others without any sensible reason. Scarlett’s daughter is scared for her mother. Her father beat the woman who gave birth to her. And he was an Alpha, so almost akin to my five-year actions on the rogues near my pack because of what rogues did to me, she’s scared of me because of what an Alpha did to her mother. “I’m out.” Scarlett has a wide smile on her face and the sight of it makes me feel warm inside. “Does this new color look good on me, Maya?”

It was always about giving her money, money ,money ,money and more money. "Where is she " said Alpha Marcus as his voice echoed from the living room when he saw her coming back. He was in his jovial moment when he did not put on a strict look and wore loosely fitted Clothing. Other times he would put on a very nice suite and wear an indifferent expression on his face. She had come to see her friend and found him in this mood. She knew for sure that something good was around the corner. Apart from the twins birthday,she could not think of anything else. Alpha Marcus could be really strict but when it came to his daughters he became really soft. Things had changed a bit compared to the first

And a paper falls out from his mouth that I immediately read with my tears blurring my sight. “Three months. Surrender my fated mate, Alexia Volkov, the Alpha’s sister to the Chasma pack of the South Canidae within three months and we shall never see the cold war again. Alister Kai Alpha of the Chasma Pack...” “Alexia...” I drew out quietly and recalled the reaction she displayed back in the hall and pondered.

he scoffed. “No one sane would let their daughter be marked by that demon!” I retorted. “You knew he had killed she-wolves for his entertainment, and yet you forced me to be marked by him. So dear Alpha Victor, tell me, what do you want?” I asked as rage bubbled inside me, replacing my fear. After a pause, he chuckled, a cold, menacing sound. “It’s simple, really. Return to Rowan’s pack, or face the consequences.”

It had stirred that side of me—my darkness—that I had kept chained for so long. This little mouse would be more trouble than I thought. But problems have solutions, don’t they? And if she became too much, there was always an alternative. She was disposable. Expendable. Irrelevant. She was no one. That’s why I chose her. I downed the champagne in one go and turned my attention back to the Alphas clustered around me. Their idle chatter about alliances, rogue activity, and territories buzzed in my ears like white noise. “Alpha Killain,” one of them ventured cautiously, his voice wavering as if speaking my name alone might summon my wrath, “what do you make of the recent rogue incursions in the

The thought and reality of losing his reputation, his pack and everything he had worked for as the alpha of his pack, was clear to him, right before his own eyes. "What a costly mistake you have made, alpha Caden" The rogue alpha said as he began to circle Caden in a way that seemed really fearful and breathtaking. His eyes filled with rage, he continued... "You have left yourself and your power vulnerable to me, as you have refused to take a mate which the goddess has graciously given to you. Now you are left to my mercy with no one willing or able to save you from my grip and snare." He said as he let out a wicked and satisfying laughter.

The Alpha asked in a mockery tone, and I hid my face in shame cursing Scar, this is all her fault “Dont fucking curse me you're the one enjoying the mean” Scar blasted me, “Come here” The Alpha grabbed my face, surprising me as he took a wiper from the box and began wiping my messy mouth, I was lost staring at his Icy blue eyes “Don't you think you're staring too much?”

As he sagged against Hector, an almost reverent hush fell over the entire field, and supporting him slowly, my mate lowered him to the ground until the two of them sat on the grassy plains. I looked in Marcia’s direction, and watched her take in the entire scene. Her face was pale, like she’d just had every bit of blood drained from it, but I didn’t get to study her for long, because the sound of a broken sob drew my attention back to the two men who had been fighting. Carlos’s chest rose jerkily, and tears rolled freely down the side of my face. “For–Forgive me, Alpha,” he managed through the blood and spittle bubbling out of his mouth. “It was… never my intention… to have a hand in this… u

I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. “Oh no…” She sounded dejected all of a sudden. “All that dolling up for no spark.” “He’s safe though, Sarah,” I admitted softly, a small smile stretching my lips. “And I can definitely do safe right now.” “Does this have anything to do with a tall brooding Alpha whose name starts with Phi and ends with lips?” “Don’t think too much about it, sweetie,” I drawled. “Alpha Leo and I were never meant to be, you know?”

“Father! Won't you say anything? Please show them. Show them what this devil did to us.” Alpha Nikolas slowly stepped forward. He didn’t rush, he didn’t shout. His movements alone drew the room’s attention. Everyone went quiet again as he reached for his hoodie, pulling it off completely. Then, without hesitation, he tugged his shirt over his head, and— Everyone screamed in shock. His body was covered in scars. From his shoulders, across his chest, and all the way down his back—deep, burned marks that told a story of pain and betrayal. Frances stumbled backward, her hand covering her mouth. “Oh my God…” she whispered.