The Tyrant Alpha Novels & Stories

The question caught Tyler off guard, so much so that he choked on his drink. "I don't understand where that is coming from but honestly, you have been fair to me" Tyler replied, "if I have been fair to you, why are you planning a mutiny in my pack" I asked again but this time barely above a whisper. I saw fear engulf Tyler and he suddenly started sweating profusely like the air conditioned club suddenly became hot for him. "Alpha Titan," he said then paused trying to gain composure,

“What?” “Yes. My pack’s name was Mystic Warriors. And when I say my pack, I mean my pack,” I said. “I lied when I said I was a warrior for the Alpha. The truth is, I am an Alpha. I am the daughter of Alpha Kaster of Mystic Warriors. And the alpha who died in my arms…he was my brother, Alpha Ivan. Yes my pack was attacked and destroyed, that wasn’t a lie. And yes it was attacked by an Alpha named Killian but there’s more.”

I would not let her be used. I would not let fate take her from me again. Behind me, Antonio stepped onto the balcony, his footsteps silent as always. He didn’t speak for a moment, letting the wind carry the silent fury vibrating off my skin. Finally, his deep voice cut through the storm raging in my chest. “Then prepare, Alpha King. Because fate is already moving against you.” I didn’t answer him. My wolf paced behind my eyes, snarling and snapping its jaws, ready to rip apart anything that threatened her. I couldn't control him now, because my rage was equal to his.

"Good day.'' Everyone responds in unison as if they are in a choir. The Alpha's fingers work quickly to tie his black shoulder-length hair back from his face, he squares his broad shoulders, then begins his lesson. Riveria feels herself being distracted by him, thinking that he should not be teaching a class of teen girls with raging hormones. She couldn't help but think that he looks like Chris Hemsworth. But with more muscles, tanned skin, one orange-coloured eye, and the other blue. She sighs, knowing that there is no chance on Earth of her catching the Alpha's eyes. He could easily get any female he wants, and the fact that he has no mate made all the females throw themselves at him. But

Or maybe… my eyes looked like his. He bent down slightly so we were at the same level. “I’m Victor.” His voice was low and deep, but not harsh. I didn’t answer. He studied me for a moment longer, then the corner of his lips lifted again. “From now on, you belong to me.” I didn’t like that sentence. “I don’t belong to anyone, Uncle.” I am not an object. I am not a painting. I am Nicholas. And I belong to Mom. I looked back at him with the same gaze I had learned from Mom whenever she was angry at the world.

Tyler said. "I don't think his descendant even existed; I mean, the old alpha king did not produce any heir," the alpha of Crescent Park chipped in. "What if he did?" I asked them. "Then he should be the one here addressing us." "Who is it then, Stephan? They all asked at once. "You will all find out soon enough." "For now, let's concentrate on how to end this war." "I need a metal wolf's bane; someone should find it for me."

If what Tyrell said about Alpha Jaxon was true, then in our current state, we might end up losing. "Go ahead, Tyrell," Alpha Daniel urged Ty to go on, and so he did, ignoring the councilman's question. "She was being experimented on for who she is, and Alpha Jaxon exploited her and used what he got for himself. Now he is more powerful than an average wolf. It was two against one, but in the end, we still lost," Tyrell finished, and Alpha Daniel continued.

He answered himself before I could give a reply. “What do you want from me?” I asked. “Hmm, maybe sucking a dick and getting fucked like an omega automatically turns someone into an Alpha. You better watch your tongue young lady.” Tyler said coldly and calmly striking fear into me. “Just be careful with him. One minute he is crazy over you, the next he acts like you don’t even exist, breaks your heart and throw you away like a piece of shit.” He said. “and I’m not just saying things. Things are said when they’ve happened before.”

He commanded. Alpha Terrin sat on a throne of carved oak, his beard was streaked with gray, his eyes were cold as winter mud. He was a tyrant, everyone knew it, but he was their tyrant because he made the pack strong. He did not smile as Sera walked barefoot across the grass. She stopped before Caelan, her mate. Up close, he was even more beautiful. He had dark hair falling across his forehead and a thin scar splitting his left eyebrow. He smelled of smoke, snow, and something darkly sweet, it wrapped around her like a blanket.

I can see the slight shadow of stubble, the sharp cut of his jaw, the way his pupils are dilated despite the dim lighting. "I am Tyler Raxon Raven." The air leaves my lungs. The club spins. Blood drains from my face so fast I actually sway. My legs turn to water. If the table wasn't behind me, I'd be on the floor. Tyler Raxon Raven. The Alpha of Raytheon.