The Silent Alpha Novels & Stories

Gulping down nervously,I dashed out of the room ignoring Grace's constant yellings about my health condition. But I had to see the alpha,I just had to. I ran towards the alpha's chamber,my stomach churning with anxiety.I got to the alpha's entrance door and knocked gently, hoping against hope the door would be slammed open. “Come in”.A cold voice resonated from the inside,I gradually pushed the door open, tears streaming down my cheeks. “I never did that Alpha,I'm innocent!I never slept with Richard!!, please spare my life!! I will never do such a thing”,i pleaded to the alpha who was sitting on a couch, flipping documents.My clothes soaked in my tears.

Then… silence. A silence that spoke. A silence that said, Look up. A silence that promised, I already see you. My heart refused the order. My body refused it. Yet some part of me — the part buried deep and long silenced — refused to obey anymore. Slowly, I drew a breath, set the rag down, and lifted my chin. And found myself staring into the burning gold of the Alpha’s gaze.

I opened the door and my heart tripped over itself. Jace. We stood there, locked in a silence so thick it felt like the air itself had stopped moving. When he finally spoke, his voice trembled. “Leah… I’ve been looking for you for so long.” This proud Alpha King was blinking back tears. He stepped forward like he meant to hold me, and I instinctively backed away. His smile faltered, and he took a step back too. “Sorry. I just... got carried away.” Out of courtesy, I let him in.

The bar hummed with polite conversations and the clinking of glass, and I wanted the room to be swallowed in a sound that matched the small, private carving of my world. “Jonathan, please—” she started, as if she thought I would beg, or plead, or let myself be harnessed to a future she no longer wanted. I left her with the taste of iron on my tongue, the afterglow of blood, and the present of a new problem: an Alpha who was getting too bright and a woman who had chosen to step into his light. I walked out and kept my face under control. People like Lucas think they can map a man by watching him when he laughs. They misread the silence. I use silence like an arsenal.

My feet had rooted themselves to the edge of the chasm, my eyes locked on the thing that didn’t blink, didn’t breathe, didn’t need to. Because it had seen me before. Because it had marked me. I should’ve felt terror. But I felt recognition. And that scared me more. Alexander appeared beside me, his voice hoarse with disbelief. “It’s not just a First One… it’s the First.” Victor coughed behind us. “You mean the Alpha before all Alphas?” Alexander nodded grimly. “The one they bound in silence. The one we swore never to name again.” “Why?” Kael demanded, stepping in. “What is it?”

“Because if it is, it would be unwise to take my daughter there. She’s wanted by Ronan Bane, and I don’t want anything to happen to her.” Selene’s hand tightens on mine. “Nothing will happen to me, Mother. We know what we’re doing,” she says, angling slightly toward me. “Draven and I have a plan, and we’d appreciate it if you didn’t ask for details—just like I’m not asking about your new mate.” Maura stiffens, and I almost feel sorry for her. Almost. “This mate is just here to support,” the male behind her finally speaks. “My name is Silas. I’m the Alpha of the Silicon Pack, and your mother’s true mate.”

Typical. “And you did not think about informing me the first day itself about it, hmm ? For a million dollars, you just sold your soul to the devil,” suddenly the Alpha’s voice dropped low but the dangerous undertone to it increased a hundredfold. “Now instead of that she wolf, I will be the one who will kill you, you mutt,” he whispered but loud enough for supernatural ears to hear and then followed an agonizing, loud cry along with a furious growl before pin drop silence ensued.

“Get me a cup of coffee.” The moment Rhea opened the door, Silas' scent filled the atmosphere. His lips curled, eyes dragging down her frame from head to toe. Rhea shrugged her shoulders with a shining glint in her eyes, pushing him out of her way. “You are back.” “Greetings, Alpha,” Silas, my 5‘9”, brick wall, broad-shouldered, rugged, and immovable Beta, said. His face remained a perfectly blank mask, completely expressionless as he offered a sharp, practiced bow.

Teach the younger generation “The Rules of the Human Game.” I spent five days writing the first script. It was about a Beta. No physical strength. But he used his sharp business mind to win a core piece of city real estate for his pack. The Alpha then stole his decade of work and took all the credit. I sent in the demo. The producer took a while to respond. He finally replied, “Our whole team just sat in silence for ten minutes after listening to that.” A week later, the episode was trending on the Alliance network. Millions of comments flooded in.

Lira leaned on the wall near Bram, iron claws flexed once and then still. I walked to the center of the open floor. Rowan stayed an arm’s length away, close enough for the bond, far enough that every wolf could see I spoke for myself. I said, “You were claimed by a sound cut from my own fear. They took the heart-stone. They took the old records. They left a bottle of the tonic that once kept me small, and a letter signed by a woman the chronicles call dead for three hundred years. They want me to walk through a final door with the one I choose. They call it the Silent Gate. They say the remains of the First Alpha are already in place.”