The Alpha's Unwanted Mate Novels & Stories

Darius continued, his smirk widening, "maybe I'm here to make things interesting." I narrowed my eyes. "Meaning?" His gaze flicked in the direction Selene had gone, and something dark flickered across his expression. "You see, Alpha," he drawled, "when a fated mate rejects the bond, they become... vulnerable." A slow, cold dread settled in my chest. Darius smiled, slow and knowing. "You know that, don't you? The way she's weaker now, the way her wolf is struggling to adjust. If you wanted to protect her, you should have forced her to stay."

We reached the top of the grand staircase. Below, the front doors stood open. Three northern alphas waited in the courtyard, silver chains glinting under the moon. Their warriors stood behind them, eyes wary. The lead alpha stepped forward. “The bond is an abomination, Milrac. Surrender the girl. We will end it cleanly before it destroys you both.” Milrac’s voice carried down the stairs, calm and lethal. “She is my mate. The bond is complete. Touch her and every alpha here dies tonight.”

Only Alpha possesses such a large wolf. It's been two years and I feel the pain and longing for my mate every day. Luckily, I have many people who loves me. 'We are happy now. I hope we can erase the past, even if it’s IMPOSSIBLE. '

For a long while, I stood there, lost in it's eyes, watching and feeling myself drawing into them. Then I snapped out of it, my eyes going over to my father's handwriting just below, scribbled words. "The werewolf of the Lycaon". then a hash tag saying a werewolf went rogue after his attempt to run off with his Alpha's daughter. He's wanted all over many packs and alphas would never stop until he's been captured and stopped from his torments." And below it all were names which I couldn't quite put together even after squinting my eyes.

“I’ve been waiting for you. Tell me you’ve spoken to the human.” Human? My blood ran cold. No. No way. He wasn’t— Dr. Phil turned to me and pointed. “Here she is. She’s the one. Though, she’s refusing.” A strange silence filled the room as the man turned back to me, this time his gaze sweeping over me with scrutiny, like he was assessing every inch of me. His eyes flickered to my stomach, and then suddenly, it clicked. He was the alpha. He was the man whose sperm had been mistakenly used.

“I want to be sure you are preparing for the coming Mating Run?” Camela cleared her throat. “Anyways, Elena, you will still have to prepare for Alpha Varlok. I’m sure he’ll be choosing between you and Mila, among other unmated she-wolves in our pack. But he will surely choose you, now that Mila is marked by his nephew.” “I don’t want Alpha Varlok,” I said, and the tears came, sudden, uncontrollable. I had needed to see my mother, to hear something real, something that would steady me. I left them immediately, heading to her house.

Damien and Emilia were trapped — cornered by fire, desire, and the Alpha’s merciless dominance. The bond roared. The forest held its breath. And the night was far from over.

she snaps, finished with trying to be civil. "I'm your mate. You're supposed to trust me," he growls, and she raises her eyebrows, laying her pile of t-shirts into an open suitcase. "And you're not supposed to knock another woman up," she retorts. "I'm not the first Alpha to do it," he protests, and her eyes widen of their own accord. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" She asks, her tone void of any emotion. He hesitates, and Amber shakes her head.

he had smiled. “Speaking of mates, how many does your uncle currently have?” I had asked nonchalantly. “None that I know of…. None serious anyway…” he rubbed the back of his neck. Just as I had expected, Alpha Roam had intended to just add me to his collection. I was not cub making material and not suitable to be a proper mate to the Alpha. He only wanted me for a plaything. I had decided not to pry too much as my questions had started to make the beta uncomfortable. I had thanked him, cooked him and Lil a nice dinner/breakfast, and let them off early to have some alone time while I had finished last night’s shift out.

The finality in his tone left no room for doubt, cementing the reality of my situation in my mind. Alpha Mark had completely misinterpreted my intentions, believing I desired the Alphas as my mate. Summoning every ounce of courage, I felt compelled to articulate my feelings about the mating issue. “I don’t want to be the Alpha's mate; I simply want to live my life in the shadows, just as I always have,” I replied cautiously, ensuring my tone was measured and respectful so as not to provoke his anger.