Selling Myself To The Alpha Novels & Stories

The wolf inside me stirred, irritated. “You sold yourself out and still think you're in control.” I replied inwardly, barely moving my lips: “I'm always in charge. Even when they sell me.” The old Alpha bowed his head, satisfied with my apparent submission, and whispered something about wanting to see my loyalty before investing. I knew what he wanted—and what I would have to pretend. Nausea rose along with the certainty that this was the price for staying alive on the board.

He says to me and I am shocked. "What? When did that even happen?" Alpha Voice is a characteristic that alphas possess that can force another designation into doing what is commanded, even against their will. If used on a beta or an omega, it will cause great pain if they attempt to refuse the order. The voice is impossible to ignore or disobey.

Now that option is no longer available. I was unable to take the chance. If she felt the pull, she might not understand it. Young wolves did not always manage mate instincts well on their first day. She could turn toward me. She could pose inquiries. She could gaze at me with those eyes like she did before when she needed something repaired. I couldn’t fake not experiencing it as well. No. I required space. I directed my focus toward a mechanic. He glanced up puzzled when I summoned him. "Bring my bike from Enid " I instructed, attempting to maintain my Alpha demeanor.

Adam valued his independence and didn't want to appear overly reliant on a personal assistant, even though he knew Dominic's role extended beyond that of a typical assistant. "No need, Dominic," Adam replied, his tone carrying a sense of self-sufficiency. "I'll manage on my own today." Dominic, always respectful of Adam's decisions, nodded in acknowledgment of his Alpha's wishes. He knew that Adam's desire for autonomy was driven by a desire to maintain a semblance of normalcy in his life, even amidst the complexities of being a werewolf Alpha.

“You can’t expect me to be an Alpha to that pack of misfits. Over half of them have stood trial for something or other in front of the council.” “Give yourself credit Lil. You have come so far. I know hand on heart you can do this. Who better to correct their paths then the moon goddess?” “You! I mean it Mykel; I can’t do it.” “Look give it a go and if all else fails I will either absorb them or dismantle them. But I’m not going to sit back and let you give up. You were given that information for a reason. Use it. With Calypso’s help and that pack of ruthless bastards under the control of the hottest Alpha I’ve ever seen; we can finally get back what is ours. Raven needs us Lil, the pups nee

I dug my nails into the leather armrest, the material popping and tearing under my grip. 'You’re really in here?' I whispered into the dark corners of my mind. "And as your father," he cut in, his voice snapping the thread of my thoughts, "I won't let your mate be anything less than an Alpha." My stomach turned. This wasn't about love. It was a transaction. I felt a sick flicker of pride that he thought I was worth an Alpha, but it was drowned out by a wave of dread. "Father, I don't—" "I’ve already made the arrangements," he said, his voice rising to drown me out. "The future Alphas of the four packs will each have their chance to claim you."

I'm the alpha mate, he's the head of the pack, which includes lots of people, like most of the town and we're not even the biggest pack around, we have neighbors, some of them are known to be very aggressive, it's why he doesn't want me to wander around the woods. "Would people hate me for not being a wolf?" I asked him worried since I can't change like him. "No it's up to the more dominant one to be the alpha and he or she has to be able to shift, the Luna is more delicate and can be human" he explains. "What about being little," I ask, do I have to give up on being a little? "No princess, lots of alpha are into BDSM, in all its shapes and forms," he says again with a wink.

Pine and frost and furious, untamed power. An Alpha’s scent. And it’s coming from right behind me.

His Alpha aura pressed down on me until I could barely breathe. On the first day, I spilled coffee on him. “I’ll bill your father,” he said coolly. On the second, I deleted meeting files, hoping to throw him off. He recited every word of them flawlessly in front of his executives. On the third, I tried to drug him—just to see an Alpha stripped of his control. Instead, that night, under the full moon, his wolf snapped free. And I… I became his cure. I was sore, furious, and humiliated.

he said coldly with a hard stare. I took two steps back. "You don't own me.” I shook my head continuously, trying to clear that entitlement from his head. He needs to get it straight that he doesn't own anybody. He is just a werewolf like everyone of his pack members, the only difference is that he is the Alpha and they are his subjects. “Tell me, Emilia," he started. “I bought you the very day your father gave you off in place of a million dollars." He said darkly.