The Abandoned Heiress, Alpha's Beloved Novels & Stories

The Luna Mother stepped between us and drew in a slow breath, testing the air, and whatever she found there settled over her face in an expression I couldn't read at all. I looked past her, toward Chase. He was already staring at me — the same look he gave me every time he wanted me to understand exactly how badly I'd be punished. Nine years I'd lived under this roof, abandoned by my own blood for the crime of being too much, too visible, too wrong, and in nine years, no one here had ever looked at me like that meant anything. Tonight, it apparently did. "It can't be," a woman near the front breathed, awe curdling fast into disgust. "She's mated to the Alpha?"

Alexis Wayne never imagined that saving a stranger’s life would change hers forever. She was only a struggling human doctor when she found Dyson Lecrae bleeding and barely alive. She saved him without knowing that he was an Alpha, one of the most powerful werewolves in the city, or that falling in love with him would put her life in danger. Their relationship was never supposed to happen. Humans and werewolves were not meant to mix, and when Alexis became pregnant with Dyson’s child, the werewolf world made their feelings very clear. Her baby was an abomination. Alexis was banished while carrying Dyson’s child, and before she could escape for good, assassins were sent after her.

My mate vanished into a nightmare I could not breach. And I, the Alpha, a husband, and a warrior could only stand on the other side of the fog and wait to see if the woman I loved would walk out alive… or if the curse of Bianca Weller would swallow her whole.

Then I take off my own helmet. She watches me as I do it, and I don't miss the way she bites her lower lip. She… likes this. I hold her close, and I can tell that the people in the pack have heard everything that happened. “She was abducted,” they are saying. “Yes, I even heard that they offered to give the Alpha the cure to his curse. He refused because of her.” “Is the Alpha even making the right choices?” “Of course not. He has been making the wrong ones ever since she came here.”

And she hated it. Lucy rushed in behind her, voice sharp. "Ms. Albert, you need to leave!" But the woman barely acknowledged her. She was too busy glaring at me. "Get lost," she snapped at Lucy, her eyes fierce with anger "This doesn’t concern you." She took a step closer, looking me up and down with barely concealed contempt. "So," she sneered, "you’re the woman he’s been hiding away in the Alpha’s mansion?" I remained still, keep my expression unreadable. My mind flicked back to the pink Maserati that had I had seen severally trying to no avail to gain access.

The room seemed to pulse with tension, every heartbeat a drumroll to the storm breaking loose. He held her wrists firmly but didn’t release them. His silver eyes burned with fierce hunger, sharp and wild. There was a reckless fire in him — the kind that comes with youth and ambition, but not the wisdom to wield it properly. He was no Alpha. Not yet. Damon was the true Alpha of the Abandoned, the one who had ruled these lands for years, a shadowy legend none dared challenge lightly. But this intruder didn’t care. “Damon’s Alpha, yes,” he said, voice low but full of certainty. “But every king has his throne stolen eventually. I’m here to take his. To end his reign—and finally claim what’s mine

she shook him but he was long gone. Rebecca sat down close to this dead body thinking of what she could do with her life now that he was gone but she was completely blank. Alpha Reid was her first love and the only man she had ever loved. When she met him, his mate had just died and he was lonely and desperate to have an heir. She promised to bear a child for him if he would make her his own and he did. Rebecca abandoned her pack and family and stayed with him and in a few days time her pack was attacked by rogues killing them all. She had no one to go to so she stayed with Alpha Reid for support, months turned into years and she was not able to give birth to an heir for him as she had promi

I looked back up into her eyes and it hit me. I was too distracted by my adoration of her, too lost in her absolute beauty, too busy trying to breathe in her presence that I missed what she was afraid of showing me. She’s an Heir. Facts started to assault my thoughts, coming in rapid-fire as I pieced everything together about what Sebastian told me and who Alice really is. ‘Alice doesn’t have an Alpha.’ Of course she doesn’t, because she IS an Alpha. He’s an Alpha. Her brother is an Alpha. Was.

Dante snapped but the second he saw the Alpha King, he paused, bowing his head down in reverence before him. Both of them were staring at me but in different ways. Dante was staring at me with rage and anger, a malicious intent as if he wanted me dead on the spot. Whereas the Alpha King looked at me with curiosity. As if I was something porcelain he was seeing for the first time. “Do you know this man?” he asked me, ignoring Dante’s greetings. I hadn’t answered when Dante responded on my behalf… like he always did whenever I was asked something by another man. “This is my mate, Alpha. She is Alba, the Luna of Moonstone pack,” he said firmly.

A perfect Omega bride in a building built by Alphas who prefer their women elegant, their contracts quiet, and their scandals buried before they reach the press. Everett does not rise when she enters. Vera notices. Her smile does not change. “You are busy.” “I usually am.” “Too busy for your future wife?” “We are not married.” “Not yet.” She sits without being invited, smoothing one hand over her skirt. “But the city has already decided we will be.” “The city decides many things wrongly.” For the first time, something faint moves behind her eyes. It is gone quickly, hidden beneath the soft concern she wears like jewelry.