The Alpha’s Pen Pal Novels & Stories

I can see he is scared now as his eyes widen and he runs his hand through his mop of curls. “Okay,” Alpha Mary says, snatching the pen from Alpha Curly-Haired Guy. “That’s enough of that. Just write your name right here, and we won’t kill you, okay?” I perk up at the mention of dying. “Kill me? Since when was there talk of you killing me?” “Well, we can’t just let you continue to run around free, causing havoc and bringing mischief wherever you go,” Alpha Eliza says. I giggle and cover my mouth with my palm. “I am full of mischief, that’s true.”

A name echoes from the depths, not my own, a title spoken in whispers and screams by a thousand voices: The World-Ender. And beneath the title, a single, coherent memory slams into me with the force of a freight train. I’m standing over the ruins of a different city, a different Instance, my hands dripping with something that isn’t blood, looking at a man with familiar, wary eyes. Liam Reed. He’s saying my name—my real name—and his voice is the only anchor in a world coming apart. The memory vanishes as quickly as it came, leaving me gasping on my knees in the white nothingness. But it left something behind. A scent. Not ozone, but something wilder. Pine and frost and furious, untamed power.

“Why have you never told me?” “It doesn’t matter how you got here, Devlin,” his nose trails along the skin of my shoulder, but I feel so removed from my own body, that the touch of it doesn’t register. “I needed to know you’d grow into a woman deserving of a real Alpha.” He pulls back from me as his phone vibrates in his pocket, but the way he enunciated ‘real’ is giving me a clear picture of the future I want less than the one that’s already decided for me.

I spent years finding ways to break the curse but it just led me to nothing. “Do you really think you can kill an Alpha?” I gritted my teeth. “I’ve had a couple of missions that involved life and death situations and killing an Alpha would not be that hard. Trust me.” “He’s the Alpha of the biggest and most powerful pack, Sette. What do you have against him?” “How about my sixteen years of blood, sweat, and tears?” I asked her sarcastically.

If I was really their mate, it would be best to leave before she healed and established a link with them. Jacob opened the door for me and I mumbled a thank you to him. From what I heard about Alpha Jacob, the fearless Alpha. His pack was one of the most peaceful packs because of how busy he was making sure that his pack was peaceful. I had no idea how he made out time to be with me. Just as we were walking to the garden. The huge gates opened and a car came into the compound. As soon as the car parked, Alpha Damon walked out of the car and started walking towards us.

After exchanging greetings, Alpha kael then spoke "Would you like to dress up and explore the town with me? I'd love to show you around." Aurora's eyes sparkled with delight, and she nodded enthusiastically. "I'd love to," she said, already heading towards the closet to choose an outfit. As they strolled through the town, Aurora and Alpha Kael couldn't help but feel a spark of connection. They drove past charming buildings, admiring the architecture, and stopped at quaint restaurants to sample local delicacies. With each passing moment, their laughter and jokes flowed effortlessly.

He was really an achiever at the tender age of 25. As I browsed through the results populated from the internet, one article caught my attention. It was from one of his interviews for Alpha Stud, a werewolf-based magazine which features Alpha bachelor wolves throughout the continent. The interviewer asked him about what his views are on women ascending as Alphas instead of the traditional set up as a Luna to which he responded:

Alexander's POV... Times like this are when I start to ask myself why I chose to be an alpha instead of just living an ordinary life like every other wolf in the pack. Coupled with the fact that my legs were cramped, I had to stay put in the wheelchair. I needed to stretch them so badly, but I haven't been alone in like a minute. At the same time, I couldn't complain; it's nice being an Alpha. The four of us, Caleb, Carlos, Jason, and I, had decided to invite Carlos's hacker buddy over to help out with our plans in full gear. Working on it overnight seemed like the best time to do so since we didn't want to raise any suspicion.

He nodded with his gaze directed to the loamy grounds as if he were reminiscing about a memory. "I used to be Alpha." He started. "Alpha of Greenfield Pack. It's a small Pack so you might not have heard of it. All I wanted was peace and harmony for my Pack and I got that. Things went well for a while until Grey Moon Pack came." "Grey moon Pack," I mumbled. "I know that Pack. It's one of the biggest and closest allies to Silver Clawers."

This could disrupt the fragile peace between the two packs, and yet the Alpha had kept me in the dark… At his door, I knocked urgently. “Alpha, are you there? Please open up!” There was no response, but I could hear…something else from within. I froze, doubting my senses. Was that the sound of…intimacy? I paused, hoping I was mistaken, but the woman’s moans only grew louder, confirming my suspicion. Cold sweat trickled down my face, and the voice was unmistakable. Penelope. Was the Alpha actually with her? Impossible—he despised Penelope. Something felt horribly wrong.