Scarred Alphas Novels & Stories

Lira POV The blood on their hands didn’t scare me. It never could. Not when I knew who it belonged to. Not when it was his. Christ. The bastard who haunted my nightmares. Who used my body like it was a thing to sell, to break, to own. Now his blood was on their skin. My alphas did that. They didn’t just kill him. They tore him apart. I saw it in their eyes when they came back—Kael’s tired jaw clenched, Riven’s knuckles still twitching, Damian too quiet, and Lucas… Lucas wouldn’t even look at me at first. Like what they’d done for me still wasn’t enough. But it was. It was everything. I wanted to fall to my knees and cry from the release of it all, but my body didn’t give me the chance. The m

It’s uncomfortable and I’d rather be outside recharging. “Who wou-” the she-wolf starts before I turn to her and cut her off. “There’s an Alpha out there, that Viktor has angered,” I say nodding in his direction before turning back to him. “Can you think of an Alpha that you’ve pissed off recently?” “I have a lot of enemies. An Alpha doesn’t have many friends,” he says anger apparent in his tone. “Well…,” I say before taking a deep breath, “This particular Alpha, is recruiting rogues and in return, he provides them with food.”

“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.

Meera noticed this and she smiled. '"Let me let you in on a secret." Meera said looking at her and she smiled. "Those skulls aren't the skulls of ordinary werewolves you know, I would never use the skull of just any wolf as a trophy. All those skulls are the skulls of wolves like you and your family. Alpha wolves." Scarlett felt her blood go cold at the mention of her family. She had been trying to knock Meera out when she was caught and strung upwards in the air but she didn't succeed. These skulls were the skulls of Alphas.

The one with the scarred cheek shifted, his eyes narrowing slightly. “We’re not scared,” the scarred rogue grunted, his voice a low growl. “And we wouldn’t hesitate to kill the Alpha if we had to.” The words struck me like a physical blow. *Kill the Alpha.* My blood ran cold, fear warring with a surge of protective fury. I froze, every nerve ending screaming, every instinct urging me to reveal myself, to scream a warning. But I held back, my breath caught in my throat, praying they hadn’t heard the sudden hitch in my breathing.

I answered as I spoke into the microphone placed in front of me. A woman raised her hand, who I recognized as Alpha Mira of the Solitary Pack. She had my respect because she was the only female Alpha I had come across and regulating a pack was a hard task. “Why don't we all join forces then? After all, the war is bound to affect everyone; Every supernatural being and even humans,” she spoke in a genteel tone. She had a point, but a werewolf’s pride was intoxicating. This was something she wouldn't understand because women were selfless and thought of what would be best for everyone. But that was not the case here amid power-hungry men, who only thought selfishly.

Caius continued patiently, "is sacred. When it finds its match it pulls. What you felt when Ryun's eyes changed, that was the bond recognising you." "It recognised the body," I said. "You said that." "Yes," he said. "So it thinks I am Seraphina." "It does not think," Ryun said. "It connects." "And it has connected to me," I said slowly. "A woman from Colorado who cannot read past middle school and has been divorced for approximately four hours." The elder woman with the silver markings who was still standing by the far wall made a sound that was not quite a gasp and not quite a scoff but managed to be both simultaneously.

Liora screamed. I tasted blood as Unit Prime pinned me, one massive hand around my throat. “You are obsolete, Alpha. Natural wolves are chaotic and weak.” I drove my claws into its side, ripping deep. Black blood flowed, but it didn’t even flinch. “Yeah? How’s this for chaotic?” I headbutted it hard enough to crack its nose. It reared back, and I used the moment to kick it off me. We both rolled to our feet. Sable opened fire from the stairs. “Eat this, you upgraded freak!”

The Alpha of the black blood pack? I've heard rumours about him. I heard he is cruel, a vengeful ghost, a dreadful being. I heard he was the incarnate of the devil himself. "I can't marry the black blood Alpha. You can keep me in the dungeon, please Alpha" I cried. The Alpha walked down from his throne towards me. I thought he was going to hit me but, he squatted to my level and touched my chin. "Amelia, you are useless to me and this pack. No one will ever accept to be your mate, this is your one chance to be married. Don't flop it" he said.

“I just can't believe it, fate can be so cruel.” Before I could fully process what had just happened, Alpha Lir stepped closer, his shadow swallowing me whole. The scent of pine and power was a suffocating, cruel reminder of the man who was supposed to be my home. “I am an Alpha who values efficiency, Zara,” he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble that only I could hear. “You have no pack. No reflection. No future. You won't survive a week as a rogue. Your fractured heart will stop beating before you reach the border.”