The Alpha's Flower Novels & Stories

"They say he is a high-ranking Alpha. The traitors used some special poison made from Wolfsbane to make him lose his memory. Now that he remembers everything, he's terrifyingly brutal. A lot of packs are scared of him." My mind went blank. So, he was not just some ordinary leader. He was the Alpha King. Someone that strong, that important… Could he still remember a human like me? Would he really come back for me? Lisa sighed when she saw how spaced out I was. "Now that you know you two are from different worlds. Stop waiting." I did not answer, but I could feel the chill spread out in my chest. I remembered how he did chores in my apartment, how he protected me, how he had said that I was th

“But someone…someone from the inside told Lucas everything, someone tipped him and someone brought him here today with one mission… to kill our Luna.” Gasps. Snarls. Rage flickered through the pack like wildfire. “But guess what?” I shouted, lifting my chin “We are still standing! We are undefeated!” I raised Lucas’ hand high into the air again. “We! Are! Undefeated!” The pack erupted instantly: “All hail Alpha Bryain!” the pack roared, voices shaking the ground. “Yes, Alpha Bryain!” The pack roared, fists and claws raised high. Alpha Bryain! Alpha Bryain! Alpha Bryain!”

Roman lowered himself to one knee. Ellie’s throat tightened—not because he looked small, but because he’d chosen this. Power expressed through humility, not dominance. Marcus placed his hand on Roman’s shoulder. “By the will of the pack,” he intoned, “and by laws older than memory—” The ground trembled beneath Ellie’s feet. Not violently. Just enough to be felt. “—I name you Alpha.” Light erupted. Not chaos—control. Silver brilliance flooded the circle, bright enough to make Ellie blink back tears she hadn’t expected.

He was sending message to his only friend, Adom. The most delectable, earth-shattering scent worked its way through Ash foggy brain as she took deep breaths. The scent of apples and jasmine and a beautiful base note of roses all accented by the most perfect scent of Alpha he had ever had the pleasure of smelling invaded hid lungs. Alpha, the scent of Alpha. His Alpha! "MY ALPHA" she barked out as the realisation hit him like one of those new steam trains. She sat bolt upright as his eyes sprang open, which was a mistake, not the biggest one he had made today, admittedly, but bad enough. He slumped back onto the sofa as a wave of dizziness overtook him.

I stretched my neck, aiming to have a better look on her features. It was all futile. Having her silky chestnut locks waves through the wind, grazing her shoulder had unfortunately covered most of her face. My throat let out a grunt, irritated. Wait, irritated? What am I annoyed about? I shook my head a couple of times, prompting me to focus on the subject matter. My brain moved on drive, curious as to what causes her to venture on such an act. By the way she set forth her emotions, the Alpha must have infuriated her greatly. Alphas are sometimes very vexing to be around with. I won't deny that.

The first was a female and she barely knew her that much since she's married to her mate. The second oldest was Cyrus, who stays in the alpha's household ever since he got his mate. Yeah, he is soon to be the next beta of their pack though. And the least oldest. Alexander. He has nothing to write home about, that is in Petal's point of view. Just like their father, he bully and picked on her, making everything more difficult for her. He cares less about her existence and make her do his work, watching his friends pick on her and turn her into a laughing stock, forgetting the fact that they are siblings.

We've even sewn together a new, fancy shirt for Alpha Nico to wear, and a silk dress for Luna Tatiana, our beloved leader’s wife. I could never imagine a love like theirs. I always dreamed of something more...something deeper...a love that would make me feel safe, secure, and wanted. But the Alphas only ever accept the best females into their packs. If they were to see me, they would never choose me. And anyway, I am an Omega. A servant. I know my place, and I make the best of it. You won't find a better cook in the whole of the lands, mark my words.

I stood on the balcony of my room, my keen eyes tracking Cassa in the back garden as she snapped pictures of flowers and anything else that caught her fancy. I glanced at my phone screen, where the name Calver Dasotta flashed back at me. Of course, the tattoo was familiar—he was the Alpha of the Dasotta pack, one of the most powerful in the North. They didn’t belong to the union pack, though; the Dasottas had their own legacy to uphold.

I often found myself tending to the roses, watering them during the day. Suddenly, I was startled by a voice behind me. "You like flowers," Alpha Drake said, having approached me without my noticing. "Yes, I do," I replied, my voice shaking slightly. "Flowers are such delicate and beautiful things. They should be treated with the utmost care," the Alpha said, gently touching the petals of a rose. I nodded in agreement, feeling my knees weaken as his intense gaze fell upon me. Fortunately, he looked away and focused on the flowers again.

Before we stepped out of the opening of the forest and totally reach the pack house, the Alpha stopped, and then he turned to me, lifting his hand holding the flowers I just handed him earlier. “Take this to your room, I will come pick it up later.” The Alpha uttered and glanced at the open ground of the pack. Was he embarrassed to be holding such flowers in front of his pack warriors? Ah of course, he would be. He had to maintain his cold and firm aura and such flowers on his hands would have ruined his image. “W-we can just throw it away i-instead. It will wither tomorrow anyway, Alpha.” I replied but he just gave me a look of insistence so I took the flowers from his hand as ordered befo