The Alpha's Vixen Novels & Stories

The she-wolves of my pack love to throw themselves to me or my beta and friend Zayn, and we can't restrain ourselves, but we are cautious to who we bang, I mean I am a 28 year old Alpha without a mate nor a chosen mate, I need to blow off some steam and that's where the she-wolves come in handy. I trusted inside her harder and more aggressively, when her walls clutch around my big cock, "yes alpha, more please" she moaned and I was sure if my room wasn't soundproofed she would have been heard from a mile away, I slapped into some few more times while rubbing her clit and that's when she screamed my name and came undone, after some few trusts I reached my own climax and fell next to her on th

“Do you know how admirable it is to build one of the strongest packs from what used to be a small one? Our pack looks up to you too.” A bashful smile appeared on Wyatt's face. “Thank you.” “And I'm Alexandria Hyde,” I introduced myself. “Wyatt's mate.” “She is also the Alpha of the Twin Peaks Pack,” Wyatt added. I turned toward him and pursed my lips. “Women can't be recognized as Alphas.” “Yet,” the woman corrected with a smile. “I think female Alphas should exist soon.” Her eyes met mine. “And I think you'd make a wonderful one.” Warmth spread through my chest.

I turn to Amy, her right hand slightly lifted in her side, her fingers slowly moving, a smile of pure amusement on her face as she glares at Alpha Sebastian. "Now, now, dear Alpha. We are here to do for the town, not for your sake.", she smiles as she walks past him. He is livid! He snarls and fights and, having his claws extended, he has already broken some of the vines. But to no avail. The vines are very strong and just keep coming. He is on the verge of his breaking point, and we all stand on our toes. Why is she provoking him like that? She doesn't see that he is a beast? Does she really think we could save them if he snaps, or does she think that she can take him down on her own?

As I move, they move with me, forming a barrier around me. The snarls are loud as one by one, vampires emerge from the surrounding forest ready to attack. My wolves take formation, ready for battle. Running as fast as I could in human form, I leap and plant my feet firmly on a warrior's back. As I do this, he jumps, launching me into the air and out of the vampire's grasp. Landing on my feet over 100 yards away from the impending bloodshed, I run, full tilt to the infirmary. I can hear the snarls and growls as I run. *All are dust Alpha, we had minimal injuries and all healed. I will sort the report for you when we arrive back to the mansion*

Vixen turned away from the VIP area, strolling casually around the booths, curtained or un-curtained as the occupants preferred. “Mistress Vixen,” a woman with an impressively blunt fringe and her hair scraped painfully back into a ponytail greeted her. She was clad in vinyl from jaw to crotch, in a severely form fitting jumpsuit that stretched to loops over her middle fingers. She played with a black leather belt, stroking it between her fingers. “Your new sub is pretty.” “What do you say, Raven?” Vixen asked him. “Thank you?” Raven struggled to keep his expression sober, his lips wanted to curl up in laughter. It seemed so odd for the two women to discuss him like a pet dog. Was he meant t

Although come to think of it, it's fun to see you behind the desk with so much work while I have fun, spend my free time and devour my mate. Dixon's pheromones were starting to come out violently. It was amazing how he could make him lose control. No one had ever managed it before, but his brother had a knack for touching sensitive spots. Dixon's claws began to come out again and the thought of burying them in the other's neck that only provoked him ran through his head overshadowing any rational thought when. -Alpha- a she-wolf appeared at the door, -what you asked for is ready and we have a problem. The food needs to be organized.

"Where is my Luna?" High Alpha Vickon Blackwynd sat at the throne table, motionless for a agonizingly long time. He closed his glowing crimson eyes, struggling to rein in the violent, possessive beast boiling beneath his ribs. It took every ounce of his supreme Alpha self-control not to tear through the corridors, track down the defiant she-wolf who had fled his presence, and slam her body back into his bed to force her total submission. "My Alpha..." Zyric Fenwolf appeared in the stone doorway, his shadow trembling as he spoke with extreme caution.

I could see my family seated, with their perfect daughter not bothered about me. As I was about to walk towards them, vixen started to act up. She was reacting to her mate, she wanted him. When I looked up my eyes met with the Alpha’s. He glared at me obviously hating the fact that the mate bond was affecting him too. He ignored me and began his speech.

In his Lycan form, he was a monstrous mass of muscle and snow-white fur, with claws as long as knives and a bearing of pure authority. “Irina, to the right. Fidor and Oleg, push from the south. Mikhail, Anatoly, close from the east. Alexei, Ivan and Sasha with me, from the north. The Vasiliev Betas will make the final encirclement.” “Yes, Alpha!” They responded almost in unison, the mental communication vibrating in Alexei’s head like a tuned choir. Irina Vasiliev, the only female Alpha among them, with cutting green eyes and a slender but lethal body, let out an approving growl and departed with her betas, sliding like a shadow through the undergrowth.

Asshole. “Who… who are you?” I smirked and changed my eyes, then I let my pheromones seep through the air. Cain’s eye glowed fiercely, and then he licked his lips. His manly scent was tainted with something spicy and cocked my head to the side. He blushed and looked away. I returned my gaze to Johnson before speaking. “I’m alpha Alexandria, Johnson the rightful leader of this pack.” The man staggered backward, and his breath hitched. The ugly scar on his face throbbed, and he left his hand to touch it.