The Alpha King’s Plus Size Mate Novels & Stories

The wood carvings of a miniature town, the tapestry of wolf drawings, and the telltale sign of a picture of him in traditional attire I had seen Alpha Kaelan wearing while I was little. That was when I heard it. “Will do alpha.” I turned to see the person who had knocked, muttering and bowing before walking away. My heart started to race. ‘Please… don’t tell me this man is an alpha.’ He came back to sit before me with a wide smile now. “Shall we begin?”

The skin where the silver suppression cuffs had rested for weeks now was flawless, pristine, and faintly shimmering with a soft silver-gold aura that answered the deep pulse of the mountain below. The heavy door opened softly. Alexander entered, stepping across the threshold without his First Sentinel cowl. His dark, carved face was set in lines of absolute stone, his dark hair pulled back, his shoulders squared beneath his scale mail. The deep crimson-and-gold runic brand of the High Alpha line on his collarbone was glowing through his leather jerkin, casting long, fiery reflections across the high ceiling beams. He stopped two paces away, his dark, silver-gold eyes locked on mine.

Unlike normal pack mating arrangements, where the pack members just stood there, facing the tent, the royal mating arena was arranged in a thoughtful and meticulous way, with royal wolves sitting in rows, their seats facing the huge royal tent. In raised ground, at the end of the red carpet, just a few meters from the tent, was my mate, Alpha King Alexander. He was in a black bespoke suit, tailored just for his him, and heat, that probably had everything to do with the mate bond flood my body when I looked at him. He was handsome, almost unfairly handsome. 'He is the most handsome man I have ever seen, Alina. And, he is our mate.' At the back of my mind, my wolf squealed, the joy in her voic

You didn't plan on getting shot in a subway car, either," he countered smoothly, finally looking up. His golden eyes were warm, crinkling at the corners, but the lethal edge of the Exiled Alpha King was still there. He crossed the room, stopping just inches from me. He reached out, his large, calloused hands gently taking the silk camisole from my fingers and tossing it onto the bed. Then, he replaced it with a lightweight, silver-mesh-lined turtleneck. "Wear this under your coat," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck. The mate bond hummed a low, possessive rhythm against my ribs. "It breathes, it looks like cashmere, and it

It was a somber moment and I never realized how much this pack had betted on my best friend becoming Queen. “What of this Mate she has supposedly found.” The Alpha King asked coldly, raising his eyes angrily and turning his attention to me, glaring furiously. Startled, I took a step back, my eyes wide with alarm. “Ahh, well, he’s an America. His name is Lucca Mariano.” I pulled out my phone and quickly Googled my friend’s mate. I chose the photo from Architectural Digest, the one of him standing in front of the castle, I had to admit, he was absolutely gorgeous. Strong, dark, and handsome, everything an Alpha should be. I handed my phone over to the Alpha King and watched him silently as he

I don't want any uncalled attention. He asks me "Are you sure, I can wait you can link back." I told him "I will only take 5 mins." he nodded and enter the conference hall when the king entered everybody chanted "My Alpha king." he nodded at everyone who welcomed him. When I try to enter I saw my first rejected mate Alpha Peterson. When our eyes met he came to me to talk he is still single he didn't get another chance to find his mate but try to make relationships with other girls but it didn't work after he left me.

he followed after me, pulling his shirt off over his head. Sophie was supposed to be helping me decide which of the four outfits I’d had made to wear. Not point out all the reasons why each was the perfect choice. It was traditional for Alphas to wear all black, and for their mates to wear all white. I was technically an Alpha’s mate, but I was also an Alpha myself. I couldn’t decide between black and white; or pants suit and evening gown. “Maybe if you show me the jewelry you planned to wear?” she frowned indecisively.

He growled. I leaned up and brushed my lips against his. His eyes were begging for more, right before our door slung open. "Alpha Kaine. The Alpha King has arrived!" I sat back and watched as Kaine rushed to get his clothes on. I had been preparing to go to sleep, but since things had changed. I quickly slipped out of my night clothes and slid on a blue long sleeved mini dress. I slipped into a pair of tights and slid my flats onto my feet. I headed downstairs with my mate. I was extremely nervous. In the main entrance of the Packhouse stood a tall man. He was a bit taller than Kaine and more broad. Musucular, as well. He was light haired, with a little bit of sandy undertones and greying on

Is she looking at him like that because she fancies him or because he’s her King? “Your Majesty” the man nodded towards Nate. “Alpha Cole” Nate’s lips formed a tight smile as he responded to the male in front of us, as he stiffened besides me. “You remember my daughter, Alexis?” Alpha Cole gestured to the young woman stood beside him, who was still starring directly at Nate. “Ah yes, Alexis. Good to see you both” Nate nodded, before turning to me. “This is Miss Serena Blackmore. Serena, Alpha Cole runs the Black Stone Pack down in Wales”.

The upcoming mating ceremony will be a momentous event, and our preparations will ensure it unfolds smoothly and securely. After the long meeting with Richard, my stylist comes to dress me. As I stand in the dimly lit room, the stylist drapes the rich, deep green fabric around me. The material molds itself into my powerful frame, accentuating both strength and elegance. Silver-threaded embroidery gracefully adorns the fabric, depicting the emblem of our pack—a symbol of unity and strength. The stylist meticulously works to ensure the fit is perfect, and with each adjustment, my commanding presence becomes even more pronounced, a reflection of the authority I hold as the Alpha.