Taming The Feral Alpha Novels & Stories

"What do you think?" "I.." Erin stared into her tea. "I don't know. I don’t think he looks at me any differently than he does the other girls. But even if he does, does it matter?. I’ve got no wolf. I’m weak. He's going to be Alpha. He needs someone strong, someone who has shifted, someone who won't embarrass.." "Stop." Vera's voice cracked like a whip. Erin's mouth snapped shut. "Who told you that being unshifted makes you weak?" Vera asked softly.

ISBERLT. My eyes go wide as I stare down at my ripped gown, then back into the eyes of the feral alpha that stands before me. "Kneel!" He growls, his eyes turning a darker hue, and without having to be told twice; I go down on my knees before him, my eyes trapped on the smooth tiles that rest beneath the skin of my knees, and my hands on my bent lap; clenching my torn dress to my body so I'm not flashing my naked body to him.

I already knew exactly what had gone wrong. Because an Alpha in rut wasn’t just horny or touch-starved—they were feral. Wild. A rabid dog with a singular, savage mission coded into their DNA. Once the rut hit, their human side—reason, restraint, love—got steamrolled by their wolf. And the wolf knew only one thing: Find an Omega. Subdue them. Make them submit. Pin them down. Mount them. Fuck them. Bite and mark. Knot and breed. Impregnate. That was it. That was the entire instinctual checklist, the ruthless biological programming. It didn’t care about romance or love or mutual trust. The Alpha’s brain ceased all higher thought, becoming a slave to scent and heat and carnal need.

I admitted as Abby turned on the TV. “Are you feeling better?” Abby asked quietly. “You know... I’m sorry I put your mom in the dungeon. Are you mad at me?” I sighed and gave her a half hug. “No, I heard most of what happened. You almost lost control and went completely feral. I know that if you didn’t get her out of there you would have probably killed her by instinct.” Going feral was a dangerous thing, it means that the human mind is completely overpowered by our basic wolf instincts. And if a wolf goes feral, they cannot recognize who is pack member and who is enemy. When a wolf goes feral only two people in the world can calm the wolf down. Their mate... and their Alpha.

She has become the balm to my stress and worries, and she doesn’t have to do anything but be in my presence. I suddenly have a flash of Liam, having gone so many years without his mate. For someone that is as alone as he is, he really is a great Alpha. He doesn’t let his own emotions impact how he runs his pack. At least not yet. Alphas have been known to go feral if they don’t find their mates. I really hope he finds his, but I’ll be damned if he thinks he can have mine.

They prowl forward with hungry eyes, picking up my mother’s lifeless form and dragging her toward the trees. My wolf steps forward, the hair standing on end. But a growl from Alpha Crane holds me captive, confusing my senses. Not my Alpha, my wolf thinks. Yet my paws are frozen to the earth. I don’t understand this power, it doesn’t feel right. My wolf wants to fight it, to claw her way out of his hold and destroy everyone in her path. Alpha Bryson adds his own growl, forcing my legs to buckle beneath me, bringing me down to the earth. “She’s going feral,” I hear one of them

Dozens more of the feral soldiers poured inside, rushing at Alpha Henry and some towards them. Prenah saw Knight Henry fighting with the feral so fast that ordinary eyes couldn't catch his movement. Suddenly an idea hit her as she summoned the dirt to heal Alpha Ben and free him from the shackles. Turning her head she saw Luna shifted into her magnificent white wolf and it roared towards her as it advanced to the incoming ferals. Alpha Ben also shifted into his massive wolf and followed his Luna.

My wolf whimpered beneath it all, confused, craving. I wanted to claw her out of me. “Let’s make this easy, Kayah,” he said, voice smooth as velvet over steel. “The guests are excited. I have all my Alphas here. I want a peaceful ceremony.” Then his tone darkened. “And if you so much as twitch the wrong way… my ferals will be more than happy to tear apart anything that moves. You know how savage they were right?” My breath caught, remembering those bodies he fed on those ferals, fear crawled in me.

“No matter who can see. Hear. Smell. I don't care. I'm not ashamed with you.” I grind against her and she grinds back. “My perfect girl, my sex kitten, my Goddess. I need you now, just like a temple whore.” “Take me then, my Alpha,” she says beautifully, and her scent surrounds us as I take her from behind, her face turned back to me. It's desperate, passionate, meant to erase him from her mind, meant to ensure all she knew was my name. How dare he intrude upon this bliss? This is our time.

Besides they had a system that kept them in check. On the other hand, rogues did whatever they wanted. They were uncontrollable. Although some did no harm to other people, it didn’t take away the fact that they were very reckless. To try and turn a rogue into a proper luna would be an uphill, almost impossible task. An alpha of a neighbouring pack had tried it a few years back and he’d lived to regret it. The woman destroyed his pack within months before rejecting him and running off to live as a rogue again. Alpha Axel couldn’t risk that.