Scarred Alphas Novels & Stories

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-”

Three old scars clawed down the left side of his face, dragging from brow to jawline as though a wolf's foreclaws had raked him open and left the flesh to heal crooked. His turbid yellow eyes dragged over me, crawling from my chest to my thighs before landing on the scalpel in my hand. His lips cracked apart, flashing a row of stained teeth. "Yo." His voice scraped like a file over sheet tin. "What's this? On the run with a little piece tucked under your arm? The white Alpha's tastes run younger than I figured." The two Betas laughed behind him. Filthy laugh. I didn't move. "Where's the bastard." The bald Alpha stepped forward, and a suppression wave rolled over me in a dense, curdled assaul

But she noticed that his head was shaved clean with a glistening tattoo on it. Alpha Scarlet wore a permanent scowl on her face for some reason unknown to Cora. She was by far one of the most beautiful and voluptuous woman that Cora had ever seen and she didn't hesitate to hide it. Alpha Scarlet had won her throne as Alpha Superior purely through her blood and sweat, as all Alphas according to the pack laws of the Deum Belli are picked. A fight to the death in the arena. Being the second girl child out of seven siblings. Only she had emerged victorious, sparing only her sister's life since she was with child. Her hair was a mass of flowing red that was tied in four long ropes that tumbled do

Scarlett My first week with the three Alphas was hell. I had tried to run away several times already, but I was unsuccessful. Someone always caught me and brought me back. I knew their names now. The dark-haired one was Lucian, the silver-haired one was Clay, and the dirty blonde was Maxwell. Of all of them, Clay was the least abusive. They made me sleep on the couch every night, but Clay was kind enough to give me a blanket even though the other two assholes gave him an earful. They said I was rude and needed to be disciplined. I knew my father did something to them, but how did that justify what they were doing to me? They called me a slut and claimed I rejected the bond but did not believ

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

That was totally forbidden, although the only thing we had in common was the existence of the Alphas, Betas and Omegas, which was handled in the same way. In that balanced way. Nobody broke the rules and had control of some things, although it was not something that would last forever, there was always someone who damaged everything. One day I witnessed a battle between two wolf packs. It was night and everything around was dark, the only thing that illuminated the area was the moon. Of the two packs that were fighting place. I had heard that there was a rivalry to prove who was the stronger of the two, but what sparked that incident was that a member of one of them had caused a feud between

The next morning we cleaned each other in the shower, and I gave him a blow job, and he returned it before we went to the meeting with me wearing his clothes that seemed to fit to loosely because he was more muscular than I The other alphas were already waiting for us and it made me blush red because they all probably knew what happened yesterday, and Adam was lucky to have dark skin because even if he blushed his skin hid it well, so, we just went to our sit and the meeting begun "Alphas, betas" my father started as you all know the reason we are all here is to talk about the rogues attacks and for our packs to form an alliance between White Silver pack and Sacred white pack. "Alpha Eric

‘She…will…always…be…remembered…’ Those words echoed in my ears like some sort of death bell that made my world stop in an instant. “Wha—What are you going to do with Rowena?” I tried to remain composed and unbothered. But deep down, I am panicking. My emotions are absolutely fucked up. If what my guess is true of what they are going to do, knowing that wolves and werewolves are brutal and savage by nature, I will never forgive myself if I will not step in and stop the Alphas.

I'll become an easy target for nearly every male in this pack, including the kind Alpha. Finally, he turns around, and his gaze instantly searches mine. A slight smile spreads across his lips, "Either way, I won't take my offer off the table. Everything might seem alright now, but things change, kitten. If you take me up on my offer, you might avoid more than a few problems." He takes a step toward me, but this time I don't try to keep the distance between us. Luka cups my cheeks and brings our foreheads together, "After all, the scent of an Alpha wolf scares away any wolf, even during the most intense period of a woman's heat. It's up to you, darling."

“Cass, if you had been my goddess‑given mate, I wouldn’t have thought twice. I would have loved the fuck out of you because you were meant for me. You would have been meant to be mine.” I smile, liking that answer. “We’re not mates, but why does it feel like we are?” “Because this is real, Cass. Because we are kindreds. Because we see into each other’s souls. Because we’ve both been scarred and broken, yet now we’re learning to love again. Because we choose each other.” He traces the scars on my shoulder. “Two scarred Alphas learning to love.” “So…this is love, then?” I whisper. He looks directly into my eyes. “You can deny it all you want, but this is love.”