The Alpha's Secret Quadruplets Novels & Stories

I sprang from the bed just as the adjoining door swung open, and I froze, my breath catching at the sight before me. There stood the Winterveil quadruplets—Liam, Tyler, Kyle, and Henry—sons of the Alpha of the Winterveil Pack and stars of their school’s hockey team, the very team Willow-Hills High would face in the finals later today. Their devilishly handsome faces, framed by tousled hair and sharp jawlines, seemed almost unreal. Liam’s dark eyes sparkled with mischief, Tyler’s smirk hinted at secrets, Kyle’s quiet intensity drew me in, and Henry’s warm smile softened the group.

"It’s a pack requirement, Raya. Every member of the household staff must be present for the Alpha’s marking ceremony. It’s about loyalty. Or are you saying you aren't loyal to your Alpha?" "I'm loyal to the Brock I knew," I said, my voice cracking. "But I don't know who this is." Brock’s expression didn't flicker. "That boy is dead. This is the Alpha. Now get cleaned up. You have two hours before the guests arrive. And wear the uniform. The gray one. I want everyone to know exactly what your place is." He turned and walked away, leaving me alone with Claire. The ballroom was even more crowded than the night before. The air was thick with the scent of roasting meat and the heavy, musky smell

Nicolette hugged me to her, hiccupping: "I'll write you every day! I'll tell you all about Marisa's feud with Antonia and what Mr. Galanis is up to with the new help and, of course, any gossip." "Moon Goddess forbid we forget the gossip!" I hugged her to me, wishing with all my might that I didn't have to go. "I should get going before the party ends and night falls." "Of course, I understand. One last thing, Ayda." "Yes?" "It would be…safer, I think, if you kept this information to yourself. High Alpha Kostas was always a man who…prided himself on coming from a long-standing pedigree. The blood of kings of warlords, he even claims to be a direct descendant of Lycaon Kain, the first Alpha. H

I sit back in my chair and sigh warily. "Hmmm." I look at elder Raoul as he strokes his beard trying to read his face but fail. "Please tell me who is this royal mate couple?" I am curious now. "Child, we don't need to tell you. You already know but you are evading it," says elder Alarick. I stop with my fidgeting and look at them with wide eyes. "There is no other new found mate couple. Lycidas, Fenris, Aztec and Zion are the only four Alphas who have found their mates," says Elder Alarick shocking me.

He has succeeded in marking her as his, so no one else can really have her again except him and him alone. All that is remaining is for him to go ahead and get their son from Mr Vanderwood house, so he could tell him to the pack. But he would have to talk about it to Macey first before anything else. He knows she is with him now, but that doesn't give him the right to do whatever he wants. So he still needs her permission to go ahead and do that. But he was sure that she would gladly give him her permission now that everything was totally fine between them. He thought and just then a smile found its way into his face, when he realized that he was now an Alpha with his mate beside him, and he

Valerie replied. They both made their way along the fourth-floor landing towards the stairs before quietly sneaking down the stairs until they reached the first floor. Valerie and Aliyah were already safely hidden in the secret room in the Alphas offices, the room which was by the 4 generations of their pack to hide the female wolf away from Alpha Hayes of the Blood pack when he comes for his imminent attack and they are not ready to agree to their peace treaty. The room had a built-in sophisticated invisible lock-in lever which information of how to unlock the door was made known to only one person out of all that was to be hiding in there, but something unbelievable had happened even after

The Alpha King. And he was already promised to another. She burst into the scullery, the scent of lemon oil and dishwater grounding her. No one noticed her return. She slid behind a tall stack of crates filled with dry goods, collapsing onto the floor. Her heart was still racing. Her fingers wouldn’t stop shaking. What was she supposed to do? There were horror stories whispered among the servants. Omegas who'd caught the attention of Alphas too powerful. Omegas who’d gone missing. Some said they were hidden away. Some said they were killed to protect reputations, alliances, marriages.

Karla's Pov “Mate.” They all said in unison. I blinked once, twice, thrice, momentarily forgetting the pain. Mate? What did they just say? Mate? Who is their mate? Alpha Darwin? Alpha Darwin was their mate? That can't be, they just killed him, his body was on the ground. Or were they trying to claim a dead body as their mate? This was crazy. I had no idea that the quadruplets had this kind of fetish. But why were they looking at me with that kind of gaze?

"There’s actually a lot of interesting stuff in here. A lot of weird stuff that doesn’t make sense." "Like what?" Before Lyra can answer, one of the witches—an older woman with streaks of silver in her braids—speaks up. "Alpha-heir, your question about the Shadowed Alpha…" She glances at the tome. "It refers to you. Every Alpha since Alistair Weston has been known as Shadowed Alphas. Physically formidable, but your Alpha power will never be as strong as others because you are shadowed by Hecate’s curse.”

It was a man. "Who is he?" I demanded, my voice darker than I intended. Nate blew raspberries and tapped his palm. "Everything comes with a price, Alpha." "Anything you want is yours, just fucking tell me! Who is he!" I roared, my nose flaring in anger. Nate smirked and pulled out two pictures from the crossbag strapped across his chest. I snatched them away from him, and his amused laughter followed. I looked down at the pictures, anger seething through my veins at the sight of the male wolf beside Aurora.