The Alpha Who Swore Never To Claim Me Novels & Stories

"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."

“Now I know you are trolling one crazy bitch, aren't you? Isn't that what you're trying to prove to me? I won't allow you. I won't allow you. Why? You could have done anything. You could have done any other thing. But attacking the Senior Alpha? That is wrong. That was not part of anything. No matter how much hatred you have for me, you don't kill the Alpha.” I said, quenching the last part of my sentence into my mind. “Killing the Alpha is my job. He's my fucking father.” I looked at her as she seemed a little bit shocked. “I never planned on killing the Alpha. Whatever is happening has nothing to do with me. The only thing I am doing is watching you from the side. For us to get so tired of

His joy was sincere and fervent, showing not the slightest trace of worry or pity for me. He seemed to have completely forgotten who it was that shielded him with her own back from a fatal blow three years ago in the pack conflict. It was all too absurd, like a nightmare I couldn't wake from. The proclamation that reduced me to nothing but a maid still echoed cold and distant, and I could no longer reconcile the cold-blooded Alpha heir standing on the altar with the young man who once made me countless promises. Reason told me I should turn and leave at once, yet my wolf still writhed in restless defiance. She demanded an answer, one spoken from his own lips.

“I didn’t touch the flowers on purpose. I was just following orders.” Jasmine steps forward, her voice soft but calculated. “She’s lying, Father,” she says, her eyes locking onto mine. “I saw her sneaking around, touching things she wasn’t supposed to. She was trying to sabotage the palace.” The Alpha King’s gaze never leaves me. “Is this true, Alia?” he asks, his voice low and commanding. “No, my king. I didn’t do it on purpose. I was just trying to help.” There was an uncomfortable silence in the room, the tension thick, cutting the air like a knife. The Alpha King finally speaks.

"You're alive because my people pulled the glass out of you. Try 'thank you.'" "I had glass in me because your people tried to kill me, and they killed everyone else..." "Fair," he shrugged. "But you're still here, aren't you, princess?" I was standing on bare feet, spine straightening the way Heather taught me. Proper. Unshakable. Even if my knees trembled. "You don't get to hold me here," I said, every syllable clean as a blade. "I am the fiancée of Alpha Jerome of Orion Pack. You will release me, and you will apologize for what you did to his innocent men!"

His eyes widen and for just a moment, he looks like he's seeing me clearly—really seeing the woman who stands before him instead of the broken creature he expects. "I, Sofia Homes, reject you, Andrew Grafton, as my mate and Alpha." The words ring with finality, carrying a power that makes every wolf in the room step back. Andrew staggers as if struck, his hand going to his chest. "Sofia, wait, you don't understand what you're doing—" "I understand perfectly." I'm already climbing the stairs, my voice carrying back to them. "I'm choosing myself for the first time in three years."

I feel it physically, my jaw splitting with the force of it, somewhere far from here, I hear beeping from monitors. I'm fourteen, and he's twelve making promises our older selves might regret, but it doesn't matter he's mine, and I'm his till the moon falls from the sky. “It has to be now, Kie,” his breath frost between us, “ Before they come, make us forget.”grabbing his hands between mine, I blow air from my mouth into them. I just presented as an Alpha 3 months ago, when I saw him and knew he was mine since he hasn't presented.

"Once the blood mixes, you are Iron Howler until the day you die." "That sounds like a prison sentence." "It's a life sentence," he corrected. "A long life of being safe and protected." "Now," Thorne interrupted, oblivious to the tension crackling between us. "The Alpha will speak the Vow of Claiming. Repeat after me, Dominic." Dominic never broke eye contact with me. "I, Dominic Steele, Alpha of the Iron Howlers..." "I, Dominic Steele, Alpha of the Iron Howlers..." Dominic repeated. "Claim this blood as my own."

Before I could react, his hand wrapped around my neck, holding me firmly in place. My breath caught, and my hands immediately went to his wrist, trying to ease the pressure of his grip. He leaned closer, his face inches from mine. "Listen carefully, little wolf," he whispered into my ear, his voice low and dangerous. "I don't care what answers you're looking for or how desperate you are to find them. You will not disobey me again. If you ever put yourself in a position where another Alpha can lay his hands on you, I'll make sure you regret it."

All good Alphas knew their strength could kill people. It was one of their lessons to keep their power under wraps in public places. “Kaden is my fiancé,” she declared boldly. “And I will not have another woman sleep in the same house as he.” Alpha Kaden was her what? My chest burned with white-hot anger. I shoved past my brothers, forcing myself to remain calm. If I clawed her, it could put my innocent brothers and the lives of so many people here in trouble. “And you can’t even call him on the phone for him to present to welcome you?”