The Omega's Three Possessive Alpha Mates Novels & Stories

“The Supreme Alphas… three of them! are destined to one she-wolf, and you’re telling me that one might be me?!” She went quiet for a second. Then, softly, Yeah. I blinked. My jaw dropped. “So wait. If I’m mated to one… that means I’m mated to all three?” Technically, yes. “Oh, fantastic,” I said, throwing my hands up. “what about Jay… is he our mate as well, What a bargain.” I’m still uncertain but can you stop being dramatic. “Dramatic?!” I hissed. “You try being caught between three walking testosterone factories who could crush buildings for fun! And forth one belong to my sister and will obviously chose her as it is.”

Theron’s voice echoed in my mind, sharp and mocking: “Oh, I can't wait to see the look on his face when he finds out his precious mate is nothing but an Omega. You haven’t figured it out yet? Alaric. He’s your mate too.” The words sent shivers down my spine, cold and unrelenting. My heart pounded as I replayed them over and over, the truth of them sinking deeper into my bones. Alaric. The eldest of the infamous Alpha triplets. The most dangerous of them all.

Most of Omegas' mates are mated with Beta and Theta Wolves. An Omega with Alpha is a rare case. Because An Alpha needs to protect his pack with his Luna. So Alphas don't accept omegas as their mates. But if omegas want they can protect themselves by training hard in fights.' Alice smiled coldly. "So, what you told me that night was right. I am a fragile Omega. How can I be your perfect Luna?" She then turned more pages. She then saw a big wolf. It was Grey colored, Looked huge.

Alpha Thorne’s POV I threw my whiskey glass against the wall. The crystal shattered into a thousand pieces—just like my carefully planned future. Just like everything I’d worked thirty years to build. “Say that again,” I growled at Beta Marcus, who was standing in my office looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. “All three of your sons, Alpha,” he repeated, his voice shaking. “The omega girl... she’s mated to all three of them.” I wanted to hit something—preferably him—for bringing me this impossible news.

“I can smell it. It’s making my wolf crazy. We should be comforting her, not threatening her!” “Comforting her?” Reece leaned against the opposite wall, his arms crossed, a deceptively lazy smile on his face. But his green eyes were chips of ice. “The little omega who thinks she’s worthless just found out she has three alpha mates and might be a mythical creature. A little terror is healthy. It means she has a survival instinct.” “She’s our mate,” Damon growled, stepping into Reece’s space. “Not a pawn in one of your games.”

"Yes!" Cathy walked closer. "You know the alpha's instinct and possessiveness, don't you?" Vellum nodded. "I'm telling you, omegas are possessive too. It's easy for omegas to get angry, especially if there are people trying to usurp their alpha, especially if the bond they have are a fated. Now, can you promise me that Marc will be the only omega in your life until you die?" Vellum placed his fist on his left chest. "I promise. I just want to tell you that we dominant alphas, once we meet our fated mate, they will be our mate for as long as we live."

“Black Fang is next.” We leave at dusk. Three more saved. Seven total now. Thirty-six to go. Borin walks us to the gate. “Vincent fooled a lot of us,” he says. “But that’s no excuse.” “No,” Cleric agrees. “It’s not.” “Black Fang will fight,” Borin says. “Their Alpha, Raze, collects omegas. Likes them young.” My stomach turns. “Then we hit harder,” Alaric says. We ride north.

That was never a good sign. "What?" Allen asked, raising an eyebrow. "The run is two days away. Are you excited?" Ohm asked. Ohm had found his mate at the mating run four years ago with another Alpha named Jessica. It was unusual for two Alphas to get together because usually their personalities wouldn't clique and they would fight for dominance. However, the two seemed to go together perfectly. Kara had found her mate in a boy named Simon three years ago, who was a beta.

"You already know what it is." I do. Every Omega does, whispered about in low voices, warned about by every woman who's ever tried to keep a girl like me safe. A mark. A bond. An Alpha's claim, freely given or otherwise, the only thing strong enough to pull a runaway heat back under control before it burns through a body that has nothing left to fight it with. "No," I say, before he can say anything else. "I'm not — I won't ask you for that. Not like this. Not because my body's forcing my hand."

I want to know if he desires me as much as I secretly do for him. "How do packs work?" I question him, randomly. Sebastian stops, and his gaze lands on me. "Every pack has an Alpha, which is the position I hold. Then there is a second in command, who is called the Beta, which is the position Andrew holds, and lastly the third in command is Ryker. We take care of the pack, as we are the leadership, but all answers to me. When the Alpha finds his mate, she becomes the Luna, the Alphas equal." A light blush has started to show on my cheeks, and I try to hide it from him. "It works as a government. My pack, the Tate Pack, has our land, guards to protect it and enforce rules, and the pack members