Taming The Feral Alpha Novels & Stories

Anele shouted as she pointed at the unconscious body angrily. “Anele,” Coen warned. “No, I am the only blood child of both Levi and Elena Emyr, they sent me here to harbour this imposter, therefore I am the real treasure of this mating hunt!” She screamed erratically. “Anele!” Coen ordered in a deep and bellowing tone. Anele went silent as her face paled the moment his authoritative voice shook through her bones; he was her Alpha and the only one who could control her unruly side.

“Before I tear someone’s head off.” What? I stared up at him. This Alpha was absolutely unhinged. How did he manage to get Zeke out of the pack for three days? Things weren’t adding up at all. I was being cornered by a wolf who only looked at me like he would do anything to kill me. And why was he behaving like this if he wanted to kill me? He could kill me and it wouldn’t make any difference to our world. Alicia nudged my elbow. “I think you should say yes.”

She doesn't want Jonathan to do something that he would later regret, she can tell the Alpha is half feral. When Trisha gaze shifts around and he realises everyone's watching them, she instantly turns nervous. No one comes in the middle or tries to calm Jonathan down as it's an unwritten rule not to come amidst when a feral Alpha is trying to protect their mate. "Jontahn, let's go please", Trisha voice is small when she tries to pull Jonathan back by the fabric of his shirt, but the Alpha doesn't budge. He shifts and growls again at a woman when her eyes land on Trisha, the Omega's voice catching her attention.

His body was expanding, muscles surging as the fire bindings snapped like threads. I’d never seen him this furious not even on his birthday night. This wasn’t normal. Steam rose from the ground, wrapping around him as he shifted. His fur came in—a pure grey, but his eyes weren’t calm gold anymore. They were a cold, lethal electric blue. “Morpheus…” I whispered. He was feral now. No calm or control. Just raw Alpha instinct, protective and deadly. With a single stomp of his front paw, a massive wave of water erupted from the ravine floor as if an underground river had burst through.

He looked very feral, and dangerous. And then, the real showstopper entered the scene. It was a massive black wolf with eyes like red-hot embers, striding into the clearing. Now, brace yourselves, 'cause here's where things get wild. The big bad black wolf walked towards the three and the terrified lady. It sniffed at her, baring its teeth against her before it transformed into a... wait for it... a muscled, tatted-up dude who looked like he'd just walked out of a Marvel movie. Meet Alpha Damian, a silver fox in his late 40s, and a total Alpha with a capital A. Though not an Alpha of a real pack, he was the Alpha of this carefully selected rogue werewolf who was banished from their original.

We targeted his limbs, moving with urgency and precision, our furry bodies working in unison to subdue him without inflicting further harm. “Stay with us, Bryan!” Anna’s voice rang out, the urgency weaving through our actions like a bloodline connecting us to the man we were fighting for. I could feel the pack’s heartbeat resonating around us while the members watched as we tried to save their Alpha from the brink of destruction. Soon, Anna’s soothing voice cut through the chaos, wrapping around Bryan like a lifeline, and gradually, the feral haze began to lift. A mournful howl escaped him, a haunting sound that replaced the menacing growl he had emitted earlier. Slowly, the crimson in his e

I clamp my jaws down on its neck, but it thrashes violently, claws raking across my side, ripping through fur and skin. Hot blood spills, it’s Mine but Its still doesn’t matter. We roll both snarling, biting and tearing at each other. The rogue fights like it has nothing to lose. Because it doesn’t. Feral wolves don’t fear death they welcome it and that’s makes them dangerous. But I’m not just any wolf, I’m Alpha-born and I’m done playing with ghosts from the past. It lunges again, aiming for my throat and i let it.At the last second, I shift my weight, slam it down hard with my full body, pinning it beneath me as my jaws snap shut around its neck and this time with my teeth I don’t let go.

The container rolled, spilling thick white smoke. The second came from behind, claws aiming for my neck. I ducked, spun, and drove my elbow into his jaw. The crack of bone echoed through the room. But more kept coming, four, five, six. All rogues, thin and wild-eyed, driven by bloodlust. Darius snarled. “Alpha, they’re feral.” I nodded. “Then we don’t hold back.” In an instant, the three of us shifted. My skin rippled, muscles stretching, and thick black fur burst across my body. My claws extended, jaw reshaping, and my Alpha’s roar filled the chamber.

Feral’s Camp As the sanjinn power in Alpha Henry's blood slowly waned, his carefully masked facade began to crumble. Feeling the effects, he decided to take Elizabeth out of the ominous feral cabins in Devils Forest. Transforming into his massive Alpha wolf, he allowed Elizabeth to ride on his back. Her wolf form, still enchanted by Eve, left them no choice but to seek Eve's aid. Meanwhile, Jenna embarked on a perilous journey to the southern part of the devil's forest in a desperate quest for the vampire seer and the ancient one.

I could hear their little growls and I still felt like nothing was actually going on but just me calmly asking for my little foxy. “And here you both are. Two glorified !diots! Unfaithful scoundrels.” I scoffed as I saw both alphas, Jasper Withers and Farkas Daemon step out of the van. “And there you are.” I said, pointing at the black hefty man that had punched Snowy brutally. “How dare you lay your filthy hand on my little foxie? You only made your death wish and nothing more and I'll gladly bring death to you. Guess you won't be leaving New Orleans again.”