The Song In The Alphas Heart Novels & Stories

All I wanted to do was have a lay down but I had to find Lilith and together we would greet the arriving Alphas. ***** “Afternoon I’m Alpha Mykel and this is my mate, Luna Lilith” “Such a stunning young woman, sorry I tend to blab I’m Luna Ruth and this is my husband, Alpha Raymond. Love this is Alpha Mykel and Luna Lilith” I couldn’t help but chuckle as she waved her husband over.

Primordial wolf. Sophia. The Alpha wails and screams. “I didn’t know you knew what pain meant, Alpha,” I sneer, snickering. “I did not know you could cry. How does it feel to lose a loved one?” Alpha’s face wrinkled in pain. Tears streamed down his face. “Huh! Your daughter’s blood tastes delicious, Alpha.” I munch her heart. I smirk, savoring the taste of her heart. Alpha screams in anguish, his cries echoing throughout the room.

I didn't know how to respond to that, the weight of his words heavy on my heart. "It sucks being you right now," he said with a wry smile, and I nodded in agreement. "Indeed it does, but my heart belongs to Tristan," I said firmly, meeting his gaze. Alec nodded a look of understanding and perhaps a hint of sympathy in his eyes. "That much is clear. I just hope he can see it too," Alec said, and I couldn't help but smile at him, grateful for his honesty and support. "Alphas," I said, rolling my eyes, and we both laughed again. It was a fleeting moment of normalcy in the midst of chaos, a reminder that even in the darkest times, there could be light.

His brown, tanned body was deliciously glittering in the sun, and his upper body muscles were tight and hot. My mind wandered off for just a second, remembering how those strong arms held me in place last night as he pounded into me. I unconsciously licked my lips, feeling my p*ssy throbbing and soaking my underwear. I slowly stepped forward, looking between the two Alphas. "You both have failed today's test," I said, keeping my face blank from any emotions. I turned and signaled the warriors to release the two she-wolves. They removed the blindfolds, stepped forward, and waved to their mates, unconcerned about what had just happened.

"You better not drown yourself in your freaking radio show. Remember that Dad raised you as an Alpha and not as a singer. You were trained to lead a pack, not to entertain random she-wolves with your music and mysterious identity. You know how much Father hates this side of you. If you want to keep being a singing Alpha, then make sure to excel in everything. If you can’t, then I think it is time to give up your passion for music and focus on more important things." Hearing this left me disappointed and wounded by the harsh reality. My father harbored a strong dislike for music, and I was well aware that my affinity for it made us clash. My passion for music made me stand out among other Alp

The plans for Alpha and the prototypes were all destroyed. “I know what you’re thinking. They have developed their own version and I think they have used the sirens.” I chuckle darkly and shake my head. Again, not possible. “You think this version uses a siren song? To command governments?” I ask her and she nods her head. “Yes, but not just any song.” I raise my eyebrow at her words. The others only have the two songs. The one to calm and the one to lure and kill. “What song have they used?” I ask, feeling a cold dread settle into my bones. There is only one song that can make humans do as they are told. There is only one who has it. “The song of compulsion. Your song, to be exact.”

Cassa asked. “I don’t have any details about her or what she looks like. Just that she’s a beta,” I replied. “He might’ve confused her with you.” “Surely,” she nodded. “But he’s not a rogue, right? Can an Alpha even be a rogue with his pack?” She raised her camera in my direction. “It’s not unheard of, but that’s not our problem to sort out. We can’t let a rogue exist,” I said. “What are you up to?”

"H-Hi. I'm Claire and…" "Why are you here?" he growled, his face twisting into a mask of anger. I instantly felt his aura, and it hit me—he had an Alpha wolf. I opened my mouth to say something but the words got stuck in my throat. Did he not feel the mate bond between us? Was I wrong? My mother had described it perfectly, and I heard my wolf's voice. I decided to introduce myself. "I'm new here and I was just…" "Did your father think sending you here would wash away his sins?" he asked, stepping closer.

GUNNAR Wilder and I walked into the room where we met the alphas almost tearing their throats out. In fact, they would have probably done so if their Betas were not holding them apart with all their might. I scanned the room, taking in all the damage they had caused. A fresh new wave of frustration and anger swelled in me when I saw the place, my heart tearing for the effort and money it had taken to renovate this side of the meeting hall last month.

The melody wove through the trees, wrapping around us like a thread holding frayed hearts together. Ryder had not spoken yet. He stood beside me, rigid and quiet, his face unreadable. But I could feel the pain that ran through the bond like a storm building up its wave. For it pulled at my chest until it hurt to breathe. When the song ended, everyone looked to him. The Alpha. The survivor. He then stepped forward. For a moment, the moonlight caught his face, and I saw it. The faint tremor in his jaw, the tightness in his throat. Then his voice came, steady but low.