Stark Varg Alpha Price

Rejected. Alone. Guilty. Drax Freling is the rightful alpha of the Lunar dusk pack. His father who was the former Alpha of the pack, died. Leaving the pack to the leadership of his younger brother, Damian. Drax is supposed to be proclaimed Alpha when he turns 20. But the elders of the pack thinks that might be a bad idea, because Drax's Wolf has a history of being too wild and uncontrollable. Their insecurity is confirmed when Drax's Wolf springs out while having sex with his mate and murders nearly half of his family including his mate. When he shifted back to his human form, he realized the tragedy he had caused. His family members where killed because of him. Or so he thought. The guilt and trauma of the tragedy causes Drax to flee to a new city where he starts a new life away from his pack. While in the city, he coincidentally discovers the truth about his past. He was set-up. Will he return to take revenge on his contenders?

Zahra-Rose’s life crumbled in a single night, her mother and siblings kidnapped, her father, the alpha of the Moonshine Pack, killed. Rejected at the altar by her mate, she vowed never to trust again. But fate isn’t done with her yet. To save her pack, Zahra-Rose is forced into an arranged marriage with Alpha Ashvin the cold, ruthless brother of the man who broke her heart. Feared across the three realms, Ashvin hides a dangerous secret. Beneath his fearsome exterior, the weight of leadership drives him to escape into the human world, living a double life as a nameless stripper. When Ashvin unexpectedly encounters Zahra-Rose in his secret world, forbidden feelings begin to surface—emotions he has buried for years. Their union was never meant to be about love, but as they join forces against a shared enemy, sparks ignite, and alliances blur. With danger closing in and secrets threatening to destroy them, can Zahra-Rose and Ashvin overcome their pain and trust one another? Or will their pasts and the enemies lurking in the shadows tear them apart for good?

Ivory has spent her entire life unwanted overlooked by her pack, reduced to a maid, and treated as a burden by those meant to protect her. The only place she has ever felt desired is in her dreams dreams consumed by a faceless, dominant stranger whose touch leaves her trembling, whose voice commands her soul. For a year, the same man haunts her nights raging her arousal inside … and destroys her every morning. But when a towering stranger appears in the packhouse halls smelling of pine, earth, and danger Ayla’s world tilts. He is real. He is powerful. And he claims she belongs to him. Alpha Tane of the Silver Moon Pack rules with ruthless precision. Feared. Obeyed. Unchallenged. He has conquered packs, forged empires, and bent Alphas to his will yet he has never found the one person destined to stand beside him. Until the scent of his mate hits him like a storm, leading him straight to a small maid’s room at the edge of the Crescent Pack. A maid. His Luna. His equal whether she believes it or not. Tane refuses to leave without her, but Ayla is not like the submissive she-wolves who usually cower beneath his dominance. She is fiery, wounded, and defiant. And the more she fights him, the more the bond between them blazes.

Ana devoted her life to her mate, Alpha Zach—until she discovered his darkest betrayal. Poisoned by Zach and her own step sister, Elsie, Ana takes her final breath, broken and defeated. But the Moon Goddess grants her a second chance, awakening her in the powerful body of Selene, a fierce Alpha with two irresistible mates, Len and Logan. As Ana struggles to adapt to her new life, her past resurfaces when she crosses paths with Zach once more, only to find herself bound to him again in a twist of fate. Now, with old enemies lurking in the shadows and a new love triangle tearing at her heart, Ana must decide if she will seek vengeance or embrace her second chance.

Three years ago, Alpha Lennox rejected Keira, a slave, and omega of the Stonewind Pack, saying he wanted someone aside from her. Three years after, they saw each other again while she was dancing in a strip club. The catch? Alpha Lennox wanted her back.

In a world crumbling under its own weight, Morgan leads her wolf pack like a mafia—strategic, ruthless, and brilliantly sharp. Rogues, humans, and chaos threaten her order, but she thrives on control, dark humour, and calculated risk. With a loyal pack at her side and a mate who matches her wit and danger step for step, she navigates power, betrayal, and survival with teeth bared and sarcasm sharper than any blade. Loyalty is currency, intelligence is power, and the rules are hers alone.

They call it Area Alpha 101. It doesn’t appear on the world map or the satellites, but it’s rumoured to be there. It’s unofficially the largest continent on Earth, but the humans aren’t educated on it. Only the top shots in the governments and monarchies know about it, but have kept it a secret from everyone else. No-one answers questions regarding it. People have been quoted saying that they tried to get in, but they only hit a barrier. This barrier is said to be invisible, yet you can’t see what’s on the other side. For centuries, no-one has been able to get past the barrier, and those who try, come away ‘bewitched’, or so it has been reported. You know what the funny part about this is? There are literally signs that say “NO HUMANS ALLOWED” just a distance away from the ‘barrier’. You can imagine the insane theories that the human civilization has come up with in regards to what they imagine could be behind the barrier. The biggest guess as you yourself would probably guess is aliens; but that’s just it – NO-ONE knows what’s behind the barrier. Except me that is. Or so I thought.

The Luna of the rose clan is giving off for marriage to protect her clan, she beg and illicit relationship with her husband's kingdom. Arcadia is born out of desire between two lovers and she is faces with the same dilemma that fought her mother; Making her prove her worth as the Luna of her kingdom after she Rejects the most powerful Alpha of the land. Alpha mace is the most powerful Alpha that walked the land, youthful and proud and he seeks arcadia hand in marriage but after her rejection, he is consumed by hatred and vows to bring her to dust as he sees her. Although he is oblivious that it is his fate to now down to her. Losing his kingdom comes with mockery and shame, but when he is forced to meet arcadia for help, his pride slowly beg to fade away as he was subjected under her rule. Falling madly in love with her, he does everything to please his queen , but she is only ready to accept him but on one condition. To be her slave forever.

Born to a witch and a mutated king in the ancient land of magic and mystery called the Nile Delta, the first alpha rises to power. Follow his adventures as he discovers and unleashes his strengths, meets his mate, forms the first pack, and causes the inception of a new world and order.

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.