The Alpha's Plus Size Urban Human Mate Novels & Stories

“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.”

“You are not allowed to be late.” So that was how it would be. Controlled. Watched. Contained. I nodded stiffly. When she left, I dressed slowly, my hands trembling. The mirror reflected a version of me I barely recognized—clean, cared for, wrapped in clothes that didn’t try to hide me completely. I still looked plus-size. Still looked like me. Only now, I stood in the heart of a powerful, ruthless, and cursed Alpha’s home—called his mate—unsure if I would survive the next moon gathering.

Derek asked. “Because I am a shapeshifter, an Alpha, and because I was determined to do it. You can do the same too,” Noah responded. “We are not Alphas! We can’t do that, okay? How come your clothes aren’t even torn? Part of the advantages of being an Alpha?” Fighter rapped, and Noah sighed, changing back to his human form. “About my clothes—they’re made of elastic materials for purposes like this, so all they do is expand when I shift...

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.

“So, you said you were the Alpha’s mate. What is a mate?” “Well, a mate is a partner. It’s a partner that the Moon Goddess herself chose especially for you. Your mate competes and compliments you in every way. They are your other half, and when you find them, you are finally whole. You are Matt’s mate, Taylor. That man would lay down his life just to make you smile. He’s waited his entire life for you. Only you.” “But I’m human. How can I be the mate to a wolf? How does that work? How can a human be a part of this world?”

he said before leaving. Alpha Holmes reverted to his human body and was partly naked; he only had boxers, so his six-pack abs became a feast for my eyes. "Like what you see, my dearest Luna?" Shin hoarsely mumbled along with a soft moan that escaped his mouth. "You can stare all you want, even if it would take an eternity, Luna. But you can’t touch and have a taste of it unless you accept me as your mate," he added with a cheeky grin.

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about. I don’t follow any Alpha.’’ For some reason, my voice seems off-tone, as if I am no longer the one speaking. The wolf growls and I can almost hear its muscles contract under its skin. “Then like your not Alpha says, filthy loners without a pack like us don’t even deserve to be alive.’’ My mind is racing and, before I can reach out and pick up the steak knife, the large creature jumps towards me, its pointy teeth sinking into my neck. I wake up in a jump, wondering for a minute where I am. Memories from last night start flooding my head and I let out a sigh, still trying to process all of yesterday’s events. It had been years since my last nightm

A heavenly scent of strawberries and Victoria sponge wafts up my nose. 'Mate!' My wolf screams in joy, "it's our mate." I can't help the smile that takes over my once gloomy face, "mate." I whisper. "Mate." She agrees. Long Ariel red air, emerald green eyes and soft pink lips, a short, perfect hour glass figure, and pale pink skin, matching her features perfectly. Ok.. A pregnant human girlfriend. Alpha to be. Mate. How did my life get to this?

He took a sip of his drink before setting on the coffee table. “It’s partially about her. An Alpha never leaves his pack house unless he’s found a mate. You’re the Supreme Alpha you can’t be mated to a human,” his tone lowered and his shoulders tensed. My fingers coiled around the whiskey glass. “Is the playboy Alpha giving me adive on who not to fuck? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” “She’s half human, Azeal. Everyone knows that!” “She’s wolfless! Which makes her human. Even I wouldn’t touch a human.”

He caught her rich scent right then. It was subtle at first and mingling with the scent of lavender shampoo, among other scents she wore. Her scent did things to shock his instincts. The surprise of the sudden and intense reaction to her scent had him blurting out the word. “Mate.” She was human. He could smell that. How? Why her? Who was she? Was she a witch or some other human presenting a supernatural creature? His mate couldn’t be just a human. He was an Alpha, and it wasn’t appropriate to have a human mate. They were the weakest creatures going that could speak. They carried no magic at all. Gods, what would he do with this knowledge? If she was his mate and human, how would he explain