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

He was calming down. "I can't even bear to see her unhappy." He muttered again, with a long sigh. "It is normal. It's the work of the mate bond." She stated. "Is it? But she is a human. It shouldn't be this strong." He said, lifting his head up from her stomach. "Well, sometimes it is." Maya replied, not even sure of what she was saying. She hadn't even heard of an Alpha mated to a human before around these regions. A pack member? Yes. But not an Alpha of a big pack like the Blue Moon Pack.

My skin was buzzing where it was close to his. "I don't doubt that," he said, his eyes dropping to my hand, then traveling slowly up my arm. "I saw you in the pit earlier today. Before the SUV reached the gates. You have a very... effective... hip toss." My heart stopped. "You were watching?" "I couldn't look away," he murmured. He leaned in closer, defying every social protocol we had. He was an Alpha prince, and I was the 'broken' Omega daughter of a Beta. We weren't even supposed to be breathing the same air. "They told me this pack had grown soft."

a voice asked. A tall man with a scar running down his cheek stepped forward. Xavier. I had heard of him. Blake’s most ruthless enforcer. "She's human," Xavier spat, looking at me like I was a diseased animal. "Alpha, you can't be serious. You’re bringing a human into the inner sanctum? After everything we've worked for?" "She's the mate, Xavier," Rector said, stepping in behind us. "The bond is real."

I know many Alphas made their son reject their mates as soon as they found out their mates were human. I lay in my bed realizing that the things that once were important, is no longer important. I don't care about the Alpha title anymore. I just want my mate by my side for now and forever. Then it hit me. I will never reject her but what if she rejects me. What if she really loves this other human?

Chuckling, I reassured her, “Jaan, I’m aware that you’re human. While it’s rare for an Alpha werewolf to be mated to a human, it doesn’t matter to me. As long as you’re comfortable with it.” Her eyes were wide, and her next question was hesitant. “What do you mean by an Alpha werewolf? Are you... an Alpha?” She paled, and I could sense her unease escalating. "Hm... well, I am the Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, one of the largest werewolf packs in the United States. We’re also a significant size, currently expanding with over 5,000 wolves," I admitted, my heightened senses picking up on the scent of her anxiety.

I found a final passage about the Human Mate: The Human Mate is meant to keep the Alpha’s ‘Monster’ in check. But note: a human mate has only ever existed once. It is a pack’s greatest weakness. If the mate dies, the Alpha loses his soul and enters a 'Feral State', a madness from which there is no return.

Poppy retorts. “Oh come on! They aren’t mates. There is no way! Alphas aren’t mated to humans. Humans are too weak to be paired with an Alpha. So, as far as I’m concerned, the quarterback is fair game. Time for me to have a little fun. He’s not as bulky as I normally like them, but those brown eyes and dimples… mmmmm. Yummy! I bet he’s dynamite in the sack.” Molly says with lust in her voice.

Theresia began to get saturated, choosing to play on her cell phone. Elsewhere, a man was walking down the street. Letting rainwater wet his whole body. His handsome face with tanned skin, and curly hair. His gaze was as sharp as a razor but his face looked very sweet and cute. He is Ace Edgar, an Alpha Werewolf from the Alaska area pack. Ace's strength could no longer be doubted, and his handsome face made him almost perfect. But unfortunately until now, at the age of 27 years old. Ace hasn't found his mate either. "Don't I have a mate? Why haven't I met my mate until now," muttered Ace with his flagship flat face.

Alice said, excitement gleaming in her eyes. Lila followed reluctantly, her heart not quite in it, but willing to be dragged along by her sister’s enthusiasm. As they approached, the man got down from his motorbike, his movements fluid and confident. He had a chiseled jaw, a straight nose, and his dark hair fell perfectly into place as he removed his helmet. Even from a distance, his presence radiated a dangerous aura, one that made Lila’s breath catch in her throat. He seemed older even though he looked like a young person. As he made his way to their house, Alice hurried to intercept him, blocking his path with a mischievous smile. "Hey there, stranger! Who are you, and what brings you to

"MATE." "MATE," THE woman replied. Her blue orbs shone brightly under the moonlight as she stared at her mate— the Alpha— who was staring back at her with the same intensity using its jet-black pair of eyes. His eyes were dark like a moonless and starless sky. But still, those eyes are the prettiest thing about him. They are as cold as the night breeze, but they twinkle like the stars as they rested on the woman. The woman launched herself forward, spreading her arms to wrap them around the Alpha. His smell was intoxicating, the smell of cinnamon and honey combined.