The Alpha's Possession Novels & Stories

Does it affect Kiel? Come to think of it, she already caught a glimpse of him holding back last night inside the car. And she can’t deny that it left her in a daze. How can Kiel, a recessive alpha, had that sweet scent? “President? Are you alright?” Only Devyn realized that she’s already making that irritated face again. “Miss Anna,” she called out. The young lady across from her jolted. “Yes, President?” “What will happen if a recessive alpha’s rut gets triggered?” she asked without even blinking.

An Alpha is possessive, they take and claim, they don´t share, or wait for their mate to be ready, or get her head out of her ass. I don´t know where all of this is coming from, or who the woman who answered was, but I looked at them and took a deep breath: "Please..."

He says to me and I am shocked. "What? When did that even happen?" Alpha Voice is a characteristic that alphas possess that can force another designation into doing what is commanded, even against their will. If used on a beta or an omega, it will cause great pain if they attempt to refuse the order. The voice is impossible to ignore or disobey.

“I don’t believe they will. That’s why I’d like to stay for another day. There are matters I think we should discuss. In private.” “Of course,” Dorian said. “We’ll make time.” They parted with mutual understanding, and Dorian felt something settle in his chest - like one more piece of a very old puzzle locking into place. As he and Tessa walked back to their private quarters, the corridor lights cast long shadows against the stone floor. She was quiet, thoughtful. When they reached their suite, she paused outside the door and looked at him. “What did he mean by Alpha of Alphas?” Dorian met her gaze. “It’s a position that doesn’t exist. Not officially.”

"The alpha is executing the protocol!" "

Raising my hand to scratch my shoulder, I cock my head and ask sarcastically, “You could have called. Why must you always show up like this? Uninvited.” “Well, because I am the Alpha. We don’t follow normal rules. We have our own we abide by, and it doesn’t involve humans’ niceties. If I need to fetch you, I will do it any time I want.” He states angrily as I watch his eyes start to glow again. Every time he becomes upset, his eyes do that, so I always know when I have gotten to him. “Alright, alright. Anyway, I need to get dressed. What is it exactly that couldn’t wait?” I ask absentmindedly as I shuffle around and try to find the pair of comfy jeans that I laid down a couple of days

But the attacking Alpha kept struggling, eyes completely black. Not rage. Control. Possession. Alpha Selene whispered in horror, “She can reach inside minds…” The possessed Alpha turned slowly toward me. And smiled. Not his smile. Hers His voice spoke layered with another, ancient and feminine. “Hello, little heir.” Every wolf froze. My heart pounded violently. “She knows where I am,” I whispered. The possessed Alpha tilted his head. “Of course I do.” A chilling pause. “And soon… everyone will know what you awaken.”

Then one of the envoy members beside him steps forward carefully. “Alpha Leon,” the man says quietly, almost cautiously. “Perhaps this should be handled with more restraint.” My breath catches. Alpha. No. No way. The ballroom erupts into whispers almost instantly. “Alpha Leon Valcrest?” “One of the Tribunal Alphas?” “Oh my god…” “The Black Hollow Alpha…” Fear spreads through the room so quickly I can almost feel it physically. Alpha Leon Valcrest. One of the three ruling Alphas of the Alpha Tribunal. And supposedly the most feared among them.

"Omega. Sold to Silver Claw Pack in settlement of a debt owed by Viktor Hale of the outer territory." It was not a question. It was a recitation of facts, delivered without inflection, without cruelty, and somehow that was worse than cruelty would have been. At least cruelty would have acknowledged that what was being described was a person and not a transaction. "Yes," she said. Her voice came out clear. Small victory. His gaze moved over her once more, that slow deliberate inventory, and then he straightened in the throne and the quality of attention in the room shifted immediately, everyone around her going slightly more rigid, slightly more alert, responding to whatever subtle signal the

He was about to grow even more frustrated when he spotted something out of the corner of his eyes. It was an old, empty journal tucked between two massive tomes about pack genealogy or some other werewolf nonsense. The leather was worn but still intact, and when Carter opened it, the pages were blank. "Can I keep this?" he asked Balfour. "Of course," Balfour said easily, settling into one of the leather chairs with a contented sigh. “This entire building belongs to the Alpha, as do the grounds it stands on and the people within. And since the Alpha is your mate, whatever belongs to him also belongs to you."