The Alpha's Mate Novels & Stories

He opens his mouth again to say something but decides not to say something. "Mate," Dan, my wolf barks feeling very uneasy that some one is touching his mate we sniff the wonderful chocolate and vanilla scent that belongs to our mate and it calms me down for a little bit . "Stop it . She isn't our mate ! "I growl feeling very unhappy. "Yes we do and she smells amazing ," he answers back. Every alpha has a violent and vocal wolf that compliments his character and position. Mine is laid back and calculating unless if I was truly provoked.

She scoffs, her face curling up in disgust as she backs away from him until she's beside her father. "You are vile," she spits, and he shrugs. "I've been called a lot worse," he smirks, and her Alpha clears his throat. "Well, now that it has been established that your mate isn't here, can we please go back to the meeting?" James asks politely, and Alpha Adamo chuckles to himself. "No, see, I didn't say my mate wasn't here. In fact, she's right here," he shrugs, and everyone looks a little alarmed.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Carla asked, careful not to annoy her. She nodded. She indeed wanted to talk about it. She had evaded the conversation for long enough. She had not even told Carla that the Alpha of her pack was her mate. She felt the need to talk to Carla and tell her all she had kept in her mind without Sharing with anyone. "Well, Alpha Ron is my mate and I _ I _ I," "You don't have to say what you do not desire to say. Just talk about only what you want to talk about, okay?"

One of these packs was the Dark Prowler pack which was nothing but a pack of rogues. Consisting of banished rogues whose wolves had gone rabid, the Alpha of the pack was Matrius Fudge. Using brute strength and cunning, these rogues had killed the mates of powerful Alphas and enforcers to bring their packs to their knees and grab their weakened members and lands. And now, they stood at the gates of the Snowheart Pack demanding entrance.

The fact that Flion grew more and more fond of the young mortal each day vexed them even more. They wanted her to be just like them-- rogue and wild. And they most definitely did not want Flion near her. He was the Alpha-- he couldn’t be fraternizing with a mortal. Like Victoria, Flion was also involved in arguments regarding Caroline, most of which he often responded with “I’m the Alpha. I get the final say.”, then everyone would just let him go about his business.

he says. “Remember your place Doctor, I am still Alpha, so do what I fucking command. Return my mate and her kin to her home. NOW.” I shout in his face. My claw retracts and the tone in my voice lowers to deep, gravelly growls in a display of alpha dominance. I hear the two guards wince then fall to their knees. Ambrose bows his head, showing me his throat. “Yes, Alpha.”

With pure venom dripping from my tongue, I sneer, "I despise your dominance. My beast has never loved your soul. Even if the entire continent were wiped out and your lungs were the last ones breathing on this earth, my heart would still never choose you as my Alpha." I spin violently on my heel and storm across the gravel without a single hesitation. My eyes instantly catch sight of a heavy black motorcycle parked near the weapon cache. Without pausing to ask for permission, I snatch the leather helmet from the handlebars, climb onto the seat, and kick the starter with my boot. The engine roars to life with a deafening, predatory growl, and I tear out of the courtyard in a cloud of thick dus

“Come on.” The front door opened before we reached it. A man stood there, tall, broad-shouldered, dark-skinned, with sharp gray eyes that seemed to glow in the low light. “Alpha,” the man said, voice clipped. “Perimeter’s clear. No scent trails.” “Good,” Damian replied. “I want to officially introduce you to my mate, Ivy.”

I collapsed fully this time, clutching at my heart as the realization hit me with brutal force. Mate. The Alpha’s mate. “No,” I whispered, terror choking the word. “Please… no.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. Fear. Shock. Disbelief. Alpha Kael stepped forward, towering over me. He crouched, fingers lifting my chin with a grip that was firm, possessive, inescapable. “So this is fate’s joke,” he murmured. “A submissive.” His thumb brushed my jaw, and my body reacted instantly, traitorous, humiliating. My wolf whimpered, bowing to his presence.

“Alpha, I found out that Ryan finally has a weakness.” “Really? What is it?” The Alpha thought it might be something useless since Ryan had absolutely no weakness.” He closed his eyes back again, uninterested. “Ryan has finally met his Luna.” Blake told him. The Alpha’s eyes shot open. He turned his head to Blake. “Luna, you said?” he asked him. “Yes Alpha.” Blake replied. The black wolf grinned. “A great weakness indeed.” He got up and moved towards a pile of bones, “To a wolf, his mate is everything and since a wolf can only fall in love only once in their live time, they would do everything in their power to protect her.”