The Female Alpha's Sanctuary Novels & Stories

She’s not usually one for public displays of affection, so when she wraps her arms around me and kisses me with a passion that is similar to what I experience when we’re alone, I’m pleasantly surprised. When she pulls away, she smiles at me. “And I also have an announcement to make, one that, while it’s not more important than Sloane’s, it is, in my opinion, just as important. Very few people knew that my niece was actually the daughter of Althea, Samara’s sister, and Derrick, Alpha Waylon’s son,” Alpha Roman says. The pack begins murmuring, and looking around, obviously wondering who knew and who didn’t. “Yesterday, Alpha Waylon announced his successor. Your Luna and I stood as witnesses as

She looked around then took me by the arms at the blind spot corner of this public space then told me quietly, "I used the residue of the power of the Eldar surrounding this land to find her, and I succeeded. But the case is, you're gonna have to have permission from the Alpha." "They took her? Where is she?" "... In the underground penitentiary." ☪ ✧ ✧ We discussed it further inside my room until the tension subsided. Determined to own the Alpha's consent, I came into the hall on my own. The white Omegas are here, Phatinni, Sherizzah, and Luna Maia are present as well. They are gathered as always in the circle of couches. And the other white wolves are loitering side by side. I approach the

The Alpha-Prime had never expended more tactical energy on my male frame than the absolute baseline required by the ancient laws. The thralls' vocal frequencies floated over the stone partition again. "The Sovereign escorted an elite scholar into the inner sanctuary. You should have witnessed the sheer, explosive panic radiating from his alpha aura regarding the male's physical status." Naturally. My wolf generated neither a defensive growl nor a drop in morale. Our spirits were practically strangers traversing opposite border lines now—what administrative variable remained for my heart to expect? One thrall dropped his resonance to a conspiratorial frequency, leaning into the scent-space of

I did not answer him. The Rogues shoved me forward until I stood beside the others. My former subordinates looked at me in disbelief, whispering amongst themselves. "Freeda!" Alex called out to me once more. I glanced at him, tears welling up. As they rolled over the deep gashes on my face, pain shot through me like fire. "Don't you know who she is? She is the only Alpha Female of Valdora! How dare you do this to her!" Alex shouted at the Rogues.

My head felt like lead, my fever spiking so high that sweat pooled along my neck and soaked through my collar. I kept glancing at the rear-view mirror every few minutes. Declan had shifted his heavy body, resting his head back against the seat. His sharp jawline looked like it was carved out of granite, his full, masculine lips pressed into a tight, hard line. After an hour of intense concentration, the heavy iron gates of the Hawthorne Sanctuary opened automatically, recognizing the Alpha's plate. The sector four estate was an exclusive, high-ranking Alpha manor nestled deep within the private Hawthorne territory. It was a sacred bloodline territory where normal wolves were never allowed to

Her hands were on my thumping heart. She is been too calm from all the way here. I truly hope that she will be okay. We will be against hundred-something voices which will be on behalf of the whole world. Putting a light kiss on her forehead I join her for a quick nap. Waking up with a jolt, I look at my watch to see that it was midnight and it was time for the meeting to begin. I exited the room and called for Nelson who was next room to attend it. We shifted as we joined the other Alphas. Each one had a dominance that would make the other wolves cower at their feet. Some had yellow eyes that bore daggers at each other. Some red showing how fiery they could become if mocked. We all sat in a

’ Flynn reported. ‘okay but do it fast Flynn I do not like standing out here like a sitting duck.’ “… As you can see Alpha Nathan, the ceremony sites are completely and utterly safe. Our pack is secure and we rarely have breeches to our borders. There is no reason to fear what cannot happen” Alpha Michel stated.

"Whatever comes next, we face it together." When we arrived, the council chamber was already full. The assembled Alphas were engaged in a heated discussion that fell silent as we entered. I noticed several unfamiliar faces among them—representatives from neighbouring territories who must have arrived while we were occupied. Alpha Logan stood at the head of the table, his imposing presence commanding the attention of even the most powerful leaders in the gathering. Luna Mara sat at his right hand, her elegant composure starkly contrasting the tension permeating the room. "Ah, the newly bonded pair arrives," announced a silver-haired woman I recognised as Alpha Helena of the River pack. Her ke

Mother grabbed me immediately I entered the kitchen and examined the handprint on my face as a result of the slap. "It must hurt dear, I hope you didn't do anything to put yourself into trouble" "Relax Mom, I know well than to cross our psychopathic Alpha by laying a finger on his dumb, bratty daughter" "Keep shut Elora, someone might hear you" she whispered, eyeing me warningly. "What mother? It's no news that Alpha Sage is a sadist, a beast in the form of a wolf! What is he going to do to me? Torture me to death in one of his damned secret rooms or have me shipped to the humans for experiments?"

Looking at the space like he was reading something written in the air only he could see. "This was the heart of it," he said without turning. "The sanctuary. Not structurally. Emotionally. People came here because they needed to believe safe spaces still existed. Your mate provided that. It cost her dearly." "She knows what it costs." "Does she? I am not certain she understands the full price yet." He turned. Those silver eyes reflecting morning light in ways that hurt to look at directly. "A century of hiding. Of containment. Of making herself smaller so the world would not notice what she truly was. That kind of suppression damages the soul, Alpha. Leaves marks that take longer to heal tha