The Alpha’s Temporary Mate Novels & Stories

The fact that Flion grew more and more fond of the young mortal each day vexed them even more. They wanted her to be just like them-- rogue and wild. And they most definitely did not want Flion near her. He was the Alpha-- he couldn’t be fraternizing with a mortal. Like Victoria, Flion was also involved in arguments regarding Caroline, most of which he often responded with “I’m the Alpha. I get the final say.”, then everyone would just let him go about his business.

He tossed his wrench into the toolbox with a loud metallic clatter. "Like I just said," I started to clarify. "I went to see the Alpha to ask him for a favor. He told me that his mate's apartment had been trashed by rogues. Not only do we have a hunter problem on our hands, but we have rogues to contend with too." Our Alpha had his own problems to deal with. His mate was still underage and didn't know that she was his mate — didn’t even know she was a hybrid — nor had she and the Alpha been introduced for this exact reason. His problems made ours seem mediocre in comparison.

you hear any movements” he instructs him before going, he has some investigation to do. It’s been a week since Terrick Mark his mate and she’s still unconscious and is showing no signs of improvement, Terrick send word to Saphira requesting for her presence. If the wound on Catrina’s neck was an ordinary one Terrick would have ask Belinda or Brenda to heal it with their spells but this one is something different. It’s a secret mark which bond mates together body and soul and no Witcher can heal it or erase it. The witch appear right inside the Alpha’s room “ what do you need my help with?” She asked the moment she sited the Alpha sitting on his bed holding the hands of his unconscious mate.

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.

I thought their Alpha was still mate less. "Yes, you are right. Our Alph is mate less." Oops, I guess I said that out loud. "He has been looking for a mate for a while, but all his efforts have proven abortive. Nevertheless, he has a steady girlfriend, and they have been going pretty strong for a while now. He had plans to mate her if he didn’t see his mate."

The day after we created a memorial for my parents, I went with Xander to Canyon Ridge pack. They are having a service for an Alpha and his mate who were like grandparents to this entire generation, according to Xander. The Alpha was killed in the battle, and his mate basically died of a broken heart. Xander said that’s not uncommon in their world. Being a soulmate means that once you find your other half and feel whole, you can never go back to being only half a person. So, most mates cannot live once their mate has died.

It must be an Alpha thing. Exhaling deeply, I went back to sleep. Tomorrow was my big day, and I had to be well rested; Aaron told me more than once that after he started with me, he wouldn’t take his hands off me for days in a row. The Alpha was hungry and Sia loved the idea of being his prey. I, on the other hand, was trying to roll with it until the mate bond could make me feel less numb to put the broken pieces of my heart back together. ~ *

Alpha Tyler's POV. Flashback "Who is she?" I let my gaze wander to the dirty ugly looking lady that had fallen to the ground on my arrival. She was pathetic. "Marcel's woman Alpha. It was their wedding ceremony we interrupted......" "Oh......" I smiled. I would take this one home as souvenir of my victory, which was inevitable anyway. "Alpha, we'll dispose of her immediately........." "No no........take her captive alongside the others. This one's my prisoner.

" He rolled his eyes. "Oh, okay, bet- I mean Riggs." "Well, Alice, yeah." He shrugged like it was nothing. "And no one told me? Alpha was so possessive and upset with you like he had some rights over me, I can't believe-" "She's his arranged mate, not his fated mate." "Wait, what does that mean?" "It means the woman fated to alpha is still out there somewhere, they have the mate connection, so we can still call it forced, that's why he seems to have so much control over who he likes, and how he wants to treat them."

I had not seen them since I made the order and quickly examined my handy work without noticing that Alpha Mark approached the table to speak with us. “Alpha Vance, Luna Sianna, if it’s not much trouble, there is a small matter that I would like to bring to your attention,” The twenty-two-year-old Alpha began. “Speak Mark, don’t make us wait until Christmas,” Vance flared, aiming to keep his displeasure under wraps. Alpha Mark was nervous but did as directed, “I believe that I have found my mate among one of your omegas.” He scratched the back of his neck, trying his best to appear nonchalant.