Novel & Cerita Taming The Feral Alpha

Asshole’s laughter filled the air, blending with the storm’s fury, while the blood-soaked ground lay silent beneath him. With that vision, I woke up angrier than ever and this time, vowed to kill Sues aka Alpha-King-New-Jegh-Asshole ****** Alpha King’s Camp, Present Day The savage army of the Alpha King craved bloodshed more than peace. Witches and feral shifters donned thick woolen uniforms, some fortified with leather enchanted by dark magic. They charged toward me and the Vampire King’s territory—a mass of human soldiers and feral werewolves. Their advance was swift and relentless. Flames of darkness and hatred blazed in their eyes, mirroring the feral madness I’d seen too many times befo

she whispered, lips grazing his jawline, breath hot, shivering, every ounce of restraint gone in the shared heat of battle. A massive Feral, corrupted beyond recognition, tore through the ground, its eyes glowing with red malevolence. Thalen intercepted, body pressing hers into the curve of a tree, golden claws flashing. His lips brushed her temple as they moved, fleeting but charged with raw, feral desire. “Even in chaos… I need you. Now. Always.”

“Omegas are the exception to that rule. If they don’t meet their fated mate or take a chosen mate, usually their wolves don’t go feral, they just return to being dormant. It is due to their genteel nature that their wolves can do that. They don’t go crazy with anger and a broken heart like other ranks do. They have the constitution to find that desired love elsewhere, like caring for the pack orphans or just being there and serving their pack. “Alphas are the other exception to the rule. Unlike Omegas though, who can live their entire lives without a mate, an Alpha absolutely cannot. We are the complete opposite of Omegas. Without a mate, we go feral early in life. Really early. The oldest A

A loud menacing growl tore from my chest resounding in all over the area, the growl of the Alpha. If even a hair from her head has been touched, I will first torture, then kill those motherfuckers!

“Leave him out of this and tell me what you're here for" He sighed, moving few feet back"My father is dead” Callum revealed and I stared at him with slightly parted lips. Luna Rebecca's face flashed through my brain. She finally got rid of the Alpha which meant she had the last laugh. That dangerous woman finally won. “The Alpha is dead?" I repeated as it came down to me as a shock “how did it happen?” “He was poisoned with wolfsbane and no one can survive that. I, alongside Ryder and Max will become the alpha soon that's why we need our mate by our side, we need you Liv” Callum confessed with desperation in his eyes.

“He hated chaos. You… you enjoy it.” Damon’s grin widened, sharp and wicked. “Smart girl. Yeah, I do. Keeps life interesting.” He wiped the last bit of blood off his cheek with the back of his hand, but his eyes never left mine. “Most Alphas want peace. Order. I want the edge. The fight. And right now?” He stepped even closer, his chest brushing mine. “I want you on that edge with me.”

Then came the mating ball. The newly ascended Alpha was offered multiple females. Selene had volunteered her daughter to honor the new Alpha. Deimon, towering as a white Alpha, felt the mating frenzy overtake him. Every instinct screamed—dominate, claim, breed. She-wolves approached through the crimson-lit snow, their eyes gleaming with desire and submission. Deimon took them with savage intensity beneath the blood-red sky. The first one submitted immediately, baring her throat in the ancient gesture of surrender. He mounted her with brutal force, his powerful body driving into hers as she cried out in pleasure and pain. The scent of her arousal mixed with snow and blood, intoxicating him fu

As I could feel his dick swell right under the moisture that took over my bikini bottom. He groaned and raised his hips to grind against me, so unfair. “Lycan is the primitive version of us werewolves. Feral by nature and terrible killing machines. Only a challenge or extreme duress can spark the change. You’ll have to be around to calm me down, or I’ll have to run to quell the urge to kill. “What the hell can I do?” I was getting more fearful by the minute. “Your touch, your smell, this is why an Alpha needs a mate.”

she observes. "I'm not calm. I'm numb." "That's normal." She gives me something for the pain. "April, what you did back there, talking Tyler down from a feral state, was impressive. Most people can't break through once an Alpha goes fully feral." "I didn't do anything special." "You did. You reached him when no one else would be able to." She packs up her supplies. "That's the mating bond. It works both ways. He protects you with violence. You anchor him with presence."

I knew she wanted to say something, but I shook my head subtly. I don’t need defending. I’m not fragile. I’m not… broken. We walked past a group of men near the blacksmith's forge. I could hear the molten metal hissing and cracking in the air. One of them laughed, pointing his thumb in our direction. “Did you see how our Alpha went feral just to get that little thing? Ridiculous.” “What a waste of dominance,” another spat. “He should’ve claimed someone from our ranks. Someone strong. Not some Crescent reject.”