The Alpha Who Swore Never To Claim Me Novels & Stories

I didn’t trust myself to. But I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Instead, I slowly turned to face him, lifting my chin. “Thank you,” I said, voice eerily calm. “If that’s truly what you think of me, then I’m glad you rejected me.” His eyes narrowed, confused. “I don’t need an Alpha who sees me as nothing but a weakness,” I continued, the pain in my chest coiled tight, caged. “I don’t need your mark. I don’t need your pity. And I sure as hell don’t need you.”

"I claim you as mine—my mate, my Luna, my heart. Where you go, I go. Your enemies are my enemies. Your joy is my joy. Your pain is my pain. Until death and beyond, I am yours." Tears blurred my vision as I repeated the words, feeling each one resonate through my very being. "I claim you as mine—my mate, my Alpha, my heart. Where you go, I go. Your enemies are my enemies. Your joy is my joy. Your pain is my pain. Until death and beyond, I am yours." "The words are spoken, the blood is mingled," Ethan declared. "What remains is the Alpha's claim. All witnesses, turn your backs as tradition demands."

But there was none. Alpha Williams stood before me with the kind of seriousness that left no room for doubt. “So… what do you say?”His eyes burned, brighter than I had ever seen, and when he spoke again, his voice carried weight. “I, Alpha King of the packs under Silver Moon, Alpha Williams,” he said slowly, deliberately, “claim you, Maya Green, as my mate.” A radiant light flashed in his eyes—Balor, his wolf, sealing the words with power. The air itself seemed to shift. My skin tingled, my heart slammed against my ribs, and yet… I couldn’t move.

"Look at me, Antalya." She lifts her wet eyes to mine. "That," I say, each word careful and absolute, "is never going to happen." "But he's so powerful now, and you're—" "Do you trust me?" I interrupt, my eyes locking with hers, demanding her faith. She waits for only a second before giving a small, shaky nod. "Then trust that I have a plan. He will never touch you. He will never claim you. You have nothing to worry about. Do you understand me?" The strength in my voice allows no doubt. It is the Alpha's promise. My promise.

He waited until I was begging him in the old language of our wolves. Only then did he stop. He crawled up my body. He was heavy. His weight pressed me into the hard floorboards. He looked into my eyes. "Who owns you?" he demanded. "You do," I sobbed. "You own me." "Who is your Alpha?" "Kael," I cried. "Kael Blackwood is my Alpha." He smiled. It was a dark and terrible smile. He reached down and guided himself to my entrance. He was impossibly large. The blood rush of his own arousal combined with the wolfsbane had swollen him to a size that promised pain.

he said, keeping his voice level even as his heart did the opposite, “listen to me carefully. Her wolf has been buried since the day she was born, and it is coming up right now, and when it surfaces she is not going to be Elena. Not for a while. She is going to be something brand new, and she is not going to know what she is, and she is not going to know what you are.” “What does that mean…” “It means you are an omega and she is coming up alpha, and not just any alpha. She is going to be looking for things to react to. She might see you as a friend. She might see you as something else. I don’t know which, and neither do you, and we cannot find out the wrong way.” “She wouldn’t hurt me.”

"You?" "Never." He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. "But we need to talk about what happens now." "What do you mean?" He rolled me over so I was facing him. His silver eyes were serious. "Last night, you said you were mine. Did you mean it?" My heart started racing. "Yes." "Then you understand what that means in our world. To an Alpha." I did. When an Alpha claimed someone, it wasn't casual. It wasn't temporary. It was forever.

CHAPTER 4: MONSTER IN SHINING ARMOR? LIANA'S POV. The atmosphere around us was tense. Hostility brewed as both sides glared at each other, growling. The man I was with and who came to my rescue was Trevor, son of the former Alpha, "The Alpha Who never was," as he was known by. "How dare you desecrate these grounds, with your presence? Still want to take the life of another Alpha? I'm not that easy to kill, nephew," Alpha Roderick said in a disdainful tone and hateful look.

I should have answered: Your death. Instead, the words tangled in my throat. I stepped closer, slowly. “Caelum,” I said at last, my voice low and slightly shaky. “Alpha of Bloodthorn.” Her breath hitched. She knew the name. I crouched, inches from her, close enough to see the blood on her lips, close enough to hear her heart struggling in her chest. My hand lifted, almost on its own, to brush the ash from her cheek. And then I stopped, trembling.

“The way we were raised isn’t the ideal way to raise a family. They’re not weaknesses. You can choose your family over the pack. Nobody will judge you. Hell, fuck if they do.” “You can say that,” she raises a brow at me. “You're the Alpha, after all.” I let go of her hand turning around, running my hand through my hair. This wasn’t going anywhere. “I'm tired of you holding that against me,” I say quietly. “You want the title?” I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, tossing it onto the lounge chair and turn towards her. “Take it.” Her eyebrows rise. “Fight me for it right now.”