The Silent Alpha Novels & Stories

There was something boyishly wicked about him, like he found the entire ceremony amusing. Then Alpha Killian of the East—tall, pale, and quiet. His eyes, strikingly blue, swept over us with calm detachment. He didn’t seem impressed…or maybe he just didn’t care. And finally, Alpha Silas of the North. His entrance was silent, his presence anything but. Shadows seemed to follow him, and when his steel gray eyes found mine, the air left my lungs. He didn’t smile. He didn’t blink. He simply “looked.”

Just that he was tall, and grey-eyed, and made his mother's hands shake. She's scared, KJ thought. My mom doesn't get scared. He tugged on Silas's sleeve. "Who is that?" Silas looked across the room. His grey eyes — the same grey eyes, the ones their mother never talked about — narrowed. "That's the Alpha," Silas said. "The one whose pack this is?" "Yes." "Why is Mom talking to him?" Silas was quiet for a moment. "I don't know," he said. "But I'm going to find out."

“What are you doing?” I tried again, more desperate. My hands moved faster, my breath uneven. Reject me. Please. But he didn’t understand. His frown deepened, irritation flashing in his eyes. “Speak!” he said again, this time his Alpha powers seeping into his voice. I froze. My chest caved, shame pressing down on me like a crushing weight. Didn’t he know? Didn’t anyone tell him? My lips parted, but no sound came. Just the hollow silence I’d lived with all my life.

The ride back was a blur of cold wind and a colder silence. It was not the silence of stealth, but the silence of a tomb. The Guard moved around me like I was a piece of unstable cargo, their eyes flicking away from mine. They had seen the Alpha shatter at the door to claim his prize, only to have the prize look at him like he was a stranger and choose to stay in the ruins.

I walked to the fireplace, my hands shaking as I pulled the ultrasound photo from my bag. I looked at the tiny, blurred shape of my baby. Then I looked at the dark stone walls of the enemy’s fortress. I was no longer a wife. I was no longer a shadow. For the first time in my life, an Alpha hadn't asked me to hide. He had asked me to fight. And as the fire warmed my cold skin, I realized that Silas hadn't just given me a divorce. He had given me a reason to burn his world down.

She wondered who had caused her more pain lately—the rival billionaires or the husband currently threatening her. "If you were anyone else, I wouldn’t interfere," Silas muttered, his voice dropping to a low, jagged rasp. "But it can't be you". They arrived at an elite boutique, a place of glass and gold. Silas opened her door and offered a hand, but Chloe ignored it, stepping out on her own. Inside, the staff greeted Silas with a mixture of reverence and visible terror. They knew Silas Sterling was an Alpha—someone who could make a person disappear as easily as he could sign a check.

The first time I found Kieran and his assistant, Talia, exchanging good nights through their private mind-link after midnight, we had our biggest fight yet. After that, when I asked him to keep his distance, he deliberately got even closer to her, determined to make me stop being so sensitive. He took Talia shopping for furniture for our future home, let her run beside him beneath the full moon, and when I was sick with a fever, left me alone while he took her to his family’s lodge. Every time I said something hurt me, Kieran pushed a little further. Eventually, I stopped asking. Kieran thought he had finally won. At the celebration for our new Alpha House, I pressed my palm against the entr

Despite his childish behaviour, that man and I both knew Jax was insane enough to carry out the silent threat. The inside of the building made the outside seem almost unbelievable. The reception was basically a bar, with alphas sitting around while half-naked omegas danced over them. At the counter, which was right next to the elevator, the bartenders, a little omega boy and a beta woman, turned to us. "I don't recognise you two. What are you doing here? Got business with the boss?" the omega asked as he kept preparing his weird drinks. The beta woman glanced over us once, then twice, before her gaze finally settled on me.

The silence under the stone ledge was absolute, broken only by the howling mountain wind and the wet, desperate gasps of the dying commanders. Tanya’s accusation hung heavily in the air, a final, pathetic attempt to deflect her own lethal mistake. King Ethan turned his head slowly, his piercing golden-brown eyes locking onto Elena. His terrifying Alpha pressure flared, making the air feel thick and heavy. But as he stepped closer, his inner wolf surged with raw recognition. The pungent, burning smell of the oxidized sulfur was completely overpowered by a sudden, intense burst of fresh rain and crushed violets radiating directly from the quiet handmaid.

I shouted, the last release of my anger. Whatever it is, my hatred for that man, the rules about Mate, this town, and Barbara have grown, and I'm sure it's going to get bigger and bigger until I can't control it. Even though I knowingly know, I am the last line of Beta, and my uncle is an Alpha. Those rules apply to my life, but not if I'm against every.