The Alpha Chose Me Novels & Stories

he whispered, his voice raw, “choose. Choose me. Prove your loyalty.” My gaze darted to Rhys. His face was unreadable, but his eyes held a challenge, a silent dare. Choose me. Choose chaos. Choose the unknown. The choice felt impossible. Kieran, the Alpha, the one I was bound to, represented a suffocating control, a life I was desperate to escape. Rhys, the rebel, the dark one, offered a dangerous freedom, a path I knew nothing about. But his touch, his words, had awakened something in me that Kieran’s possessiveness could never reach.

she explained, the pitch of her voice increasing and steadying. I furrowed my brow in confusion, feeling a sense of unease at Claire's words. "Do you know how I was chosen?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Claire shook her head, her eyes filled with regret. "No, I don't," she admitted, her voice tinged with sorrow. "But I do know that the Alpha always has options and gives himself the opportunity to choose between alternatives." I nodded slowly, absorbing her words, trying to imagine how it was when he was choosing and then eventually chose me.

“Let her finish.” Mira grew bolder. “What?” “You think Ronan can’t become Alpha?” “Or… you think I chose wrong?” I met her gaze. Calm. “I just think…You chose very well this time.” I paused, then added— “After all, becoming Alpha is the kind of opportunity only a beta would chase.” Mira stepped forward, her expression twisting. “You dare mock me?” Her hand came up— Slap. “Defective trash.” Silence. For two full seconds.

I had built this pack into a fortress of power and technology. I looked out the window, watching the sunrise over my territory. I felt proud. I felt protective. And now, this rogue who had wandered into my territory turned out to be a hybrid—a witch and a wolf. She was a secret I had to guard. She was a puzzle I had to solve. But I would not let her into my heart. I would protect her, yes. I would keep her and her little human friend safe because that was my duty as the Alpha. But when the time came to choose a Luna, I would choose a woman of my own picking.

he continued, “it will be because you want me.” The Moon outside flared brighter, silver light spilling across the room. "You are my MATE. But, i won't force you. Rest for now, we will talk about it later when you must have decided" The door creaked open and shut. And for the first time since the ceremony— I felt chosen. But by an Alpha to the brother who would rather burn me than break his mistress. The next day, he came to check on me. Even before the door creaked open, my wolf was already going wild.

No matter how awful the man was, he was still the person he knew as his father. She then stood up and went to face the people. Elder Peter smiled at her. "You can ask for help if you are confused. I am here to guide you." She shook her head. "No please. You all, I am very flattered. You have given me a warm welcome, shown me kindness and hospitality, regarded me as important and all of that. But me passing this judgement is me accepting my role as the Alpha here. And as you all know, I am already the Luna of another pack with another Alpha. I cannot be both. And if I had to choose, I will always choose my position as Luna, because I get to be in the place that I was welcomed, despite having

Xander just took a seat at my desk crossing his arms over his chest having already grown bored of the conversation. “I’m waiting… spit it out will you” I growled at my son’s blatant disrespect. Smacking him round the back of the head I took a seat opposite him. “That Alpha Mykel, if I’m not mistaken, he already has himself a Luna. A pretty little thing at that. Do you know if she were fated or chosen?” “Why does it matter?” “Just answer the question. Is she his fated mate or did he take her as a chosen one?”

he said, keeping his voice level even as his heart did the opposite, “listen to me carefully. Her wolf has been buried since the day she was born, and it is coming up right now, and when it surfaces she is not going to be Elena. Not for a while. She is going to be something brand new, and she is not going to know what she is, and she is not going to know what you are.” “What does that mean…” “It means you are an omega and she is coming up alpha, and not just any alpha. She is going to be looking for things to react to. She might see you as a friend. She might see you as something else. I don’t know which, and neither do you, and we cannot find out the wrong way.” “She wouldn’t hurt me.”

And Zara moved faster than any human could track, reaching her parents before Kyle could draw the sidearm hidden under his jacket. When the emergency lights stabilized, Kyle found himself facing not a scared young woman, but an Alpha werewolf with glowing gold eyes, standing protectively over her freed parents while two massive wolves blocked the exits. "Hello, Kyle," Zara said, her voice carrying the authority of someone who had finally embraced what she was meant to be. "Let's discuss terms."

There was a table, two chairs, a fireplace that still held warm coals, and a shelf lined with medical supplies that seemed out of place in something so rough. He pulled on a pair of dark trousers from a bag by the door and sat down in one of the chairs without looking at me again. I found a first-aid kit on the shelf and sat on the hearth and worked the splinters and stones out of my feet with a pair of tweezers, pressing gauze against each small cut until it stopped bleeding. The silence between us was strange. Not uncomfortable, exactly. Just full like a room before a storm. "You are the Alpha here," I said, without planning to.