The Alpha Kings Plus Size Mate Novels & Stories

His face filled with confusion, knowing I might ask something. 'Please, Alpha Tate, I might freeze to death one of these nights. Just one blanket or warmer clothes is all I ask of you,' I beg, swallowing my pride and not being afraid to go against the status quo. Alpha Tate is twenty-two without a mate. He was handsome and very good-looking. He has light brown hair and penetrating brown eyes. His body is physically strong, with enormous muscles around his body that can make every girl drool. He is a powerful, 6-foot-tall man. But even with a bright-looking face, in reality, he was a monster. He was handsome outside but rotten inside.

Alistair asked, looking at Elara and then at me. My breath caught in my throat. Crap! What am I going to do? My mate is Alpha Black. The one who kills for fun. I can't be mates with him. It must be someone else. Elara looked at me questioningly and put the puzzle pieces together. Her green eyes widened, but I silently pleaded with her not to say anything. She nodded at me, and I mouthed thank you to her. I cleared my throat and said, "No, sorry. I have no idea who Alpha Black's mate is." Those words felt wrong coming out of my mouth and felt forced. Alistair nodded and gave me a small smile. I smiled back.

Lisa picked up a golden piece of paper from the dressing table and then started to read it. “To the Devon family, the royal families are pleased to unite with you through our son, the Alpha king, and your daughter, Laura. The Alpha king would join you soon to take away his mate, please prepare for his arrival, signed elder Timothy.” She read out loud and smiled again. It was then I realized the Alpha king had sent a letter to them. To be honest, a pang of jealousy swept through me as I continued to comb through her hair, I could not believe Laura was going to have her mate, while my life remained a shithole.

I didn’t care. “From this moment forward, no woman in this kingdom is to be forced into anyone’s bed. Servants may serve. They may clean and cook and run errands. But they are not objects. They are not sexual objects. And they are not required to please.” A long silence. Then a voice broke through. “Alpha,” one of the older men said, his beard down to his chest, “with all due respect, I grew up knowing women’s bodies were made for men’s pleasure. That is the way of things. It has always been.”

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.

Jake misses the joke entirely. “Alpha Kane is good-looking and stuff, as the alpha of my pack but imagine what it would feel like being one of the mates to the Kincaid brothers? Goddess, they are so hot. Especially Neo… and Connor and Shane. They could rip me in half and I would still say ‘more please’. Do you think they want one mate? Like they share a mate? Or do they like have three mates out there somewhere. I have never prayed for anything but I pray to be one of their mates if that’s- “

he said, grabbing my cheek and turning my face towards him. "I remember our agreement. If I mark you, I'll lose control. But what if I claim you now, Louise? Can I have you without marking you?" His whispered words were almost pleading as if seeking permission for our next move. What's going on with me? I have to cut off my rant immediately. "What are you talking about? Let go of me." I regret that his behavior has caused his jaw to tighten. Feeling hot with his gaze on me. The medicine I took was different and there was a young man in front of me. Not just a young man but an Alpha male who is my mate. So I don't even know what to do because even my balloon is drowning in sensation.

Jasper P.O.V. The Beta and Gamma show me a few rooms, but they let me choose where I want to stay, which is fairly nice of them. I noticed we never entered the Alpha floor, although my status as Solari’s son, a Goddess born, allows me the same privileges as Alpha’s or other leaders, but I guess the King does not want me anywhere near his mate. She is a looker for sure, a pretty little thing, but she is not for me. She has her mate, and if there is one thing I actually respect it’s the matebond. Aunt Selene would have my head faster than I can blink if I ever tried to interfere with one of her couples. She’s very touchy on that particular subject. Of course the King does not know that, and I

Martin continues to stare at his father, but I urge him to sit down. Besides Martin’s brother and father, there are two more alphas. One is the hazel-eyed man, and the other has dark skin like rich chocolate, the lights above highlighting his smooth skin and sharp jawline. His hair is short and barely visible. Next to him, an absolutely beautiful woman—her hair kinky curly, lips plump and painted dark, eyes light golden, and skin deep brown. They look like a king and queen.

Her gaze swept over me slowly, from head to toe, distaste curling her lips. “Interesting choice of dress. After all that, and this is what you settled for.” Her words sank in the wrong way. Misha loved this dress. I loved this dress. It fit me. It made me feel— I straightened slightly and mirrored her look. “I could say the same.” Her smile dropped instantly. She stepped closer, and I had to stop myself from recoiling at her scent—too heavy, too thick. “The alpha king is quite generous, accepting an omega as a mate,” she said, her voice turning cold. “But let’s not forget who we are, even for a second.”