The Alpha's Possession Novels & Stories

She needed the identity of those Alphas. "You are right. The documents should be in father's study. Let's check them out." As soon as they got to the study, Godiva broke down in tears. She could feel her father's presence heavily because he spent a lot of time there. It wasn't long for Theresa to locate the documents. From the way they were kept in the drawer beside his desk, there was great importance attached to it from everything else. Godiva's last bit of hope began to dwindle when Theresa read the names; "Alpha Alonso, Alpha Storm, Alpha Bond, Alpha Brick, Alpha Caesar, Alpha Jax and Alpha Ice. They are just as fierce as their name sounds."

She was currently far too weak. "The thing is, you’re mine. You no longer have a choice. Unless you want me to keep you as my whore, you better shut this pretty little mouth of yours from spewing poison, and obey, or I will put it to good use." I growled. She scoffed. "You don’t know me then, Alpha." The way she said ‘Alpha’ was anything but respectful, as if it was the most disgusting word on the planet. "I don’t need to know you to get what I want, but if you want to live, fix your attitude!"

Being with this Alpha must be ten times better than being stuck with Gamma Price. I have to make this work. No matter what.

He smirked and turned the corner, walking towards his bedroom. Waverly couldn't believe what she had just heard. He gave Christopher the Alpha ring? An Alpha's ring was one of their most prized possessions, as it represented all of the courage and strength of the previous leaders and was an heirloom passed down through generations. No Alpha would ever consider giving their ring, especially placing it up for a bet, even to their Beta.

I noticed a pile of paperwork on the other side of the table and some open documents on the other side. Indeed, he's been working. Alpha Galan was a workaholic. Now I knew why he was super rich, I bet no one would be able to beat his standard. The room was hushed as none of us wanted to break the silence but I hated being ignored so I took it upon myself to speak. "About your identity as an Alpha, according to the fictional books I've read, an Alpha is the leader of a pack so where are your packs and what are you doing in the human world?"

“Alpha is sick.” *

"Things don't have to end this way. Let him go, and maybe—just maybe—I won't put a bullet between your eyes." Rowan's laughter cut through the howling wind like broken glass. "And why the hell would I do that?" His lips twisted into a predator's smile, canines gleaming in the moonlight. "I'm the rightful Alpha of this pack. You're nothing but a pretender playing with daddy's crown." "My father earned that title with blood and honor," Damon snarled, his finger hovering over the trigger. "You forfeited any claim when you abandoned your pack like a coward."

I. "Nobody is going to touch you. Not while I'm around. They will all know that you're my mate; they can sense it, and no one likes to mess with another alpha's omega unless they're crazy. Trust me, darling. I'm not leaving you alone. Not this time. If they even try to touch you, I will rip their throat out." Ash raised an eyebrow. "What's up with alphas and wanting to rip throats out?" Alex chuckled. "Ripping another alpha's throat out means that they've won. You don't need to worry about it, darling."

I. "Nobody is going to touch you. Not while I'm around. They will all know that you're my mate; they can sense it, and no one likes to mess with another alpha's omega unless they're crazy. Trust me, darling. I'm not leaving you alone. Not this time. If they even try to touch you, I will rip their throat out." Allen raised an eyebrow. "What's up with alphas and wanting to rip throats out?" Sebestian chuckled. "Ripping another alpha's throat out means that they've won. You don't need to worry about it, darling."

But I just couldn't do that. Why? Well, I don't really know. "This meeting is over, and it will be reopened when the grimoire is in central pack. Now leave!" Both the humans, the witches and the werewolves, including Wolland's father who was another tyrant and ruthless leader, bowed to the Alpha who lounged on his high throne that was adorned with pure gold and silver. As they stepped out, the Alpha's low but raspy voice filled my ear, "Someone who is very close to the supreme couple, and is powerful will bear a good heir for the reigning pack house."