Scarred Alpha Novels & Stories

Ryan's hand immediately tensed in mine, and I watched as the shift began, his entire demeanor changing in an instant as he straightened, his Alpha presence expanding to fill the space around us. "Alpha!" the scout called out, dismounting from his horse with barely controlled desperation. "We have a problem. The eastern border, something's hit it and it's not just any something. There's a creature there, something we've never seen before, and it's killing everything in its path." The peaceful moment shattered like glass. Ryan's jaw clenched, and I felt the controlled tension ripple through his body. He looked at me, and I saw the internal war playing out behind his eyes...the man he'd just de

Throw into the mix someone hurting their mate, and you have a combustible situation. I said nothing, wanting her to be comfortable to continue. “He had been trying to kiss me, but I kept moving my face away from him. He stunk. Like rotting flesh,” she said as a shiver rolled over her body. Rogue. Definitely a rogue. “He was going to rape me, but then somebody slammed into him, pushing him off me. They said they had to go, the Alpha was on his way,” she murmured, lost in her thoughts.

And Brian just stood there and allowed me. It was smooth, no bumps or scars like there should have been. I remembered the wound that day he had brought me an elk; it was quite deep, and despite his supernatural healing abilities, it should have left a small scar. “Did you roll your eyes at me, Vi?” He asked again, ignoring my hands that were assaulting his forehead. “No, Alpha,” I answered distractedly. “Why do you not have a scar here?” “I have no physical scars, one of the perks of being an Alpha.”

“Wolves, think they know everything, but they know little, it seems. They like to believe in fairy tales, not what is right in front of them.” Jack yells, “What are you waiting for? Finish her!” I glare at the old fuck. “She can’t. Just as you can’t! You genocidal, narcissist fuck, only an Alpha can end an Alpha.” I look between Frank and me. “We are the only two here.” Frank growls. “Scarlet, if you touch one hair on her head, I will kill you myself.” Scarelt recoils with a whimper. Now, maybe she finally realizes that she would never have him. She shifts back.

Alpha Hunter mutters as he scans the room; he’s searching for someone without looking like he is, to anyone else he probably looks like he’s just an Alpha scanning the room. “And I appreciate a beautiful Omega more than most.” I jump so badly I spill my wine over my fingers. Alpha Hunter turns us so I come face-to-face with one of the most scarred men I’ve ever seen. Alpha Thron has a large scar down the left side of his face, his plump lips are interrupted by a long, thin scar, and the collar of his white shirt barely hides the claw marks on his neck. I’ve never seen an Alpha look so war-ravaged before. Most allow their wolves to heal them or get their witches to offer a healing hand, but A

But a scar on the neck was so vague and common. A lot of Alpha’s acquired scars from battle, especially on the neck since it's a lethal weak spot for werewolves. She knew pointing him out would be just as hard as telling a tamaskan different from a wolf. But she had to find him. She couldn't abort this part of the mission no matter how bad she wanted to. According to the goddess, this alpha was the only one who could save her from herself. She got a glimpse of it 2 nights ago. It felt like she was going to die when the heat spread all throughout her.

The brand new Alpha simply shouldn’t go running off and abandoning his packhouse the instant he has a free moment. But what is an Alpha without his wolf? I cannot keep dodging mind-links. Fortunately the newness of my situation, my youth, my grief are all on my side. People are willing to overlook something as peculiar as an Alpha blocking his own Beta’s mindlink channel. Not for long though. That is why it has to be now. I have to get out there and find her.

Talia looked at me and then at her sister. She fondly caressed her and said, “You are a miracle, little sis. You recovered as if somebody dragged your soul back to the earth from death’s door. Even the doctors were puzzled by your speedy recovery.” I commented, “She has alpha blood in her. If she will not recover sooner, who else will?” I asked and Talia nodded her head, “True that” I could have shared the details of my deal with Grendel or what I was tasked with as repayment but I did not worry about it.

This time, she kissed him back with equal fervor. He was an alpha. The Alphas never go back on their words. He did quick work of her clothes and in no time they both were naked on the bed. He lifted himself on his palms and surveyed her body. Her boobs were not too big but not too small. Her belly wasn't flat and she had scars here and there. She was perfect. He fucking loved the way she looked. He looked up to tell her how beautiful she was when he saw her eyes studying his hard cock with a hint of dread. A mischievous smile pulled at his lips.

IAN Scar walked into Ambrosia with a murderous look, nodding his head to the back at me, and talking as soon as the door to the office slammed behind us. “We have a problem,” he paused, “It’s Lucius again. He killed an Alpha-” “Which Alpha?” I could feel every ripple of muscle in me tense. I haven’t quite worked out which pack my little wolf belongs to, but I know where Scar found her. “Black Claw’s, I’ve already ruled out-”