Taming The Alpha Novels & Stories

Now they were on the way back to the mansion, and his anger still burned. "And now they are roaming freely inside my land? I will hunt them and kill them brutally." He was furious, not only at the rogues, but also at himself and his pack. One of his members died because of them. Everyone was in danger. They needed to capture the rogues before more harm was done. But first, he had to go home to his beautiful mate. Alicia was the only one who could calm him. She was his medicine, his cure. "Calm down, Alpha. We will hunt them all by the end of the day," Callister said.

Regardless of the rogues' best efforts, it was evident that they were not fit for the alpha. The alpha rushed forward with a ferocious snarl, his jaws locking over the throat of the surviving rogue, finishing the conflict in a burst of blood and anger. Breathing heavily, the alpha stood over his opponents' dead bodies, his chest heaving with the effort. As he stared down at his fallen opponents, his eyes sparkled with a vicious triumph, his control over the pack reinforced. He carried the two rogues out of his borders and returned to where he left Luna. When Luna saw Alpha’s terrified look, she got scared. Alpha recognized that and tried to come her down. He urged her to go back to the packh

I hate torture, but for men like this, it's the only way to get answers. I don't say anything. I have learned during my time as Alpha that silence can scare people more than shouts can. I place his hand firmly against the ground and cut off his thumb without blinking. He screams as the blood gushes. Since the wound was caused by silver, it won't heal on its own. I know I won't get information out of the first one. I have to put true fear in the hearts of the others. So I proceed slowly, hacking his limbs off, not saying a word. Screams fill the forest and can probably be heard for miles. Alpha- this is what you get when you touch our pack. Alpha growls as I cut. Giving me the fuel I need to

The alpha and his beta were mere memories fading into the wilderness—until, in an unforeseen moment, they emerged from the shadows. The Alpha's colossal wolf—a titan among our kind—launched at my wolf with a force that sent us tumbling to the earth. Towering above me was the furious Alpha, his eyes ablaze with challenge. Yet my wolf relished this test of power, her growls mingling with his in a fierce dance of dominance. I had to regain control swiftly; the tension between them crackled with an intensity that bordered on carnal, threatening to erupt into a wild mating frenzy.

The Alpha was getting angry which meant that he could grab anyone of the normal wolves and then make sure that he used them as the punching bags. He did not make any sound as he went out of the room and asked the beta to go in. Mark went inside and saw that Master was looking at the newly turned wolf. “If you need then I can put her down, Alpha,” said the beta and the Alpha shook his head saying,” There is no point in that because we need to know how is a newly turned wolf immune to both silver and wolfsbane when none of the wolves can even go near the stuff. We are the strongest and the oldest Alpha and still we have problem. It burns us completely where it touches however it looked like sh

He lowered his voice to a whisper, "I mean, it takes a really brave human to live with this male and it takes a different kind of 'brave' to be having sexual intimacies with him." "You are right. When I first heard that his mate is human, I thought my work just added. As the Alpha in charge of the main border, I thought that me and my men would have a case of trying to keep the woman away from the border every single day because she was trying to run far away from him." Alpha Zane whispered too. "I can't believe she is taming a wild beast. Literally taming one." Alpha Morose added in a whisper, his tone filled with wonder.

"I've spoiled her for seven years. She's just an amnesiac orphan with no past. If she leaves the Stonecrest pack, she won't even survive. Besides..." He paused, his tone turning cold. "Now that Kira is back, I have to pave the way for her. Giving Ayla the cold shoulder and taking her things is just to put her in her place. To teach her her place, so she doesn't try to compete with Kira. I know how to tame her. The moment I beckon, she'll crawl right back into my bed, just like always." I stood outside the door, my breathing frozen. Tame. That was a word an Alpha used for wild beasts. And he used it on the mate he claimed to have loved for seven years.

The words surprised her. The Alpha continued. “But if it happens again…” He didn’t finish. He didn’t need to. Both understood. Power without control was dangerous. Especially in a world filled with enemies. Especially for someone like her. Finally— The Alpha made a decision. A decision he had already made days ago. But one he could no longer delay. “You need training.” Sam blinked. “What?” His blue eyes met hers. Steady. Certain. Alpha-like. “You need to learn how to control your wolf.”

I admitted, and she laughed softly. "I will guide you." T'mara said, her smile blinding. "You may find that I will be guiding you a lot in this pack." I tilted my head, but she turned before I could say anything else, walking steadily towards the mouth of the cave and for a short while, Lucean and I were the only ones left inside of it. "Will I regret my decision?" I asked the Alpha, who had yet to stop stroking my skin. My body shuddered and I slowly tugged to free my wrist, as it was becoming difficult to concentrate with his caresses.

Terror rips through my body, I’m only able to tremble and weep like a little child. Even my tears don’t flow the way I need them to, they are as crippled as I am. “Good talk.” He pats my back and I flinch away from him. From his eyes, I see it’s all just a sick game to him and I was merely an unwanted chess piece standing in his way. The game had to play out how he wanted it to. He had to win, ofcourse. The dangerous Alphas’ obsession with winning was equally a strength that pushed them like madness to attain a goal no matter who or what needed to be gotten rid of.