She Belongs To The Alphas Novels & Stories

Since she stepped into the prison, she hadn’t looked at Elena’s face even once. Hearing Elena’s apology, she huffed a loud snort and then turned her head to whisper to Cory. Elena failed to hear her because she was a dragon, but Cory looked embarrassed. “No, Lennie,” he said, “That’s not what we’ve talked about.” Lennie whispered to him again. This time it took a long time. Elena just wanted to shout at both of them, “What the fuck are you taking out?!” But No. She couldn’t. Even though she was the Beta’s daughter, in front of Alpha and Princess, she was not much better than Omegas. She knew the rules of the wolf kingdom.

Fiona said and ran outside. "Why girls are always crazy behind the Alphas? Because of our genes, every werewolf is good-looking. But girls always run after Alphas and prayed to be mated to them." Rose said and shrugged her shoulder then started fighting again. "So you don't want to be mated with an alpha?" Sheila asked throwing a punch towards Rose. Rose swiftly dodged the punch and sent a quick sidekick to Sheila.

he mutters, brushing dust from his leather jacket. The helicopter door slides open. Selene leans out, her silver-streaked braid whipping like a snake. “Make your choice, little storm! One date with each Alpha and I'll disable all trackers.” Kieran steps in front of me. “We don't negotiate with traitors.” Vaughn's tech eye activates and projects a news feed above his palm. “We do when we're trending worldwide. The news headline displays and reads: “The Blood Moon Heir Is Pregnant. Five Alphas Are In A Love Pentagon.”

“Princess Erika is well. She’s actually away right now – there was an important gathering of unmated alphas’ daughters. A networking event, I suppose you’d call it. All the major packs Alphas were invited to send their daughters.” Of course. Erika was nineteen, beautiful, and everything a perfect alpha daughter should be. Unlike me, she actually was what she appeared to be. The thought of her socializing with other young alphas‘ daughters, filled me with a mixture of envy and relief. At least one of us was living an authentic life. Although not for long. She should be given out soon to a beta or as an Alpha’s second wife. It was better than nothing. “She’ll probably come back with stories ab

She is hurting herself. "But Dad, he is an Alpha," Ashly said while crying. Alex, Sam, Simon, Type, and Moniika bow their heads in shame. If only they treated Omega right and understood Omega's pain. Ashly doesn't hate Alex this much; she just can't trust him. because Alex is an Alpha. And it's really breaking their hearts. "So I am a mouse; I am Alpha. Baby, not all Alphas are the same. Please, baby, give them one chance."

His Beta shifts awkwardly beside him, his Gammas looking like they want to shrink into the wall. I turn away in amusement. My eyes meet the female Alpha’s instead. She smiles slowly, deliberately, and I feel a grin tug at my own mouth. There’s a flicker of recognition between us—silent understanding, unspoken alliance. Her plaque reads Alpha Thea of the Valdis Pack. Alpha Thea… Something tells me we’re going to get along splendidly. I’m still faintly amused when a sudden chill brushes across my awareness. Oh. Shit. Dominicus.

I looked back up into her eyes and it hit me. I was too distracted by my adoration of her, too lost in her absolute beauty, too busy trying to breathe in her presence that I missed what she was afraid of showing me. She’s an Heir. Facts started to assault my thoughts, coming in rapid-fire as I pieced everything together about what Sebastian told me and who Alice really is. ‘Alice doesn’t have an Alpha.’ Of course she doesn’t, because she IS an Alpha. He’s an Alpha. Her brother is an Alpha. Was.

And I knew silence unsettled them more. She tilted her head, amused. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re shy. I expected more from someone who managed to wrap the Alpha around her finger.” “I didn’t wrap anyone around anything,” I replied calmly. Her smile widened, like she had been waiting for me to speak. “There it is.” She took a step closer. “At least you can talk.” I crossed my arms, mirroring her stance without even realizing it. “Who are you?” Her brows lifted slightly, almost impressed. “Former Beta female,” she said, her voice dripping with pride. “Someone who actually belongs here.”

The female of the group laughed. Dove jumped out at them, fully released. “Who holds Briar’s chains, where is she, and is she still alive?” “Who the hell are you?” the female asked, wide eyed. “What is your business here?” the tall male asked. “Are you an Alpha?” Dove asked. “We are all betas. A doesn’t allow Alphas outside his inner circle.” The female said, as A had planned, he knew betas could be controlled, and Alphas sent the wrong message.

She is a rare gem and was alpha Shawn's Pride but not anymore, she is now the slave instead of mate to alpha Brandon. "Good day alpha Brandon," she said announcing her present. "I guess you have heard the news, that the neighboring Alphas are coming to visit and we are celebrating 100 years of peace and freedom from humans." Alpha Brandon speaks, standing from his bed, he makes his way to Thalia. He stared at her with narrowed eyes and they were as dark as the night. "And you know what, you are attending this year, I heard your father doesn't let you attend before." Thalia fiddles with her fingers as she struggles to find the right words to use in other to persuade Alpha Brandon for her to s