Three Alpha Wolves Novels & Stories

I had been with Cameron Stevenson for three years, yet he had never marked me. To win back the Silver Moon Pack's Alpha, I agreed to his ridiculous request of mating in the wild. Cameron snapped a pair of silver handcuffs on me and bound me to a tree. My pants had barely come off when his phone rang. It was that Omega, Rebecca Anderson. "Cameron, the pup is sick!" she cried. He pulled out of me instantly, yanked his pants up, and ran. "Don't worry! I'm coming!" I struggled and shouted after him. "Cameron! The cuffs! Uncuff me first!" He was already several yards away when he turned back with an impatient remark. "Just wait! Rebecca's pup is the hope of the entire pack!" I waited an entire day and night. The cold wind cut like blades. The silver cuffs ate into my wrists until skin and blood mixed. Cameron never came back. 'Cameron… Since you couldn't let go of that low-ranked Omega, I wouldn't mind burying the two of you together. You'll never be apart for the rest of your lives!'

One night of forbidden passion. Three powerful Alphas. And a secret that could change the fate of every pack. Born the weakest daughter of the Ironclaw Alpha, she was an Omega that no one valued, until the reckless night with three powerful Alphas changed everything. When she discovered she was carrying their children, fear drove her to the human world, far from the cruelty of her father and the dangers of her pack. For five years she lived in hiding, raising her twin daughters in peace. But when their abilities began to manifest, the fragile safety she built collapsed. To protect them, she is forced to return to the world she fled. The three Alphas of Moonveil never forgot the mysterious woman who vanished after one night of passion. They are ruthless, gentle, and fierce, leaders bound together by loyalty and strength. What they never expected was that the mate destiny promised them had been in their arms once before… and that she returned with children who carry their blood. Now hunted by the pack that cast her out, and bound by a prophecy that marks her family as the key to survival, she must step into the role she never believed was hers, mate to three Alphas, mother of their heirs, and the Omega destined to change everything.

Three months long is a book centred on love, romance and betrayal. It talks about what some people consider important in a relationship, and how certain decisions affect people. Olivia, the main character is at the center of a love triangle but still convinced herself to push forward against all odds.

When your bosses find out your husband abuses you and they take you to their home. Once there you get mind blowing and gentleness you never had. Will being werewolves make you leave or make them hotter. Abby must choose her happiness over a tragic past and safety for her daughters as well.

Lana Wilcott was in the fight of her life—a fight for her future as a werewolf. For as long as she could remember, she had been taught that finding a mate before her 22nd birthday was the most important thing she could do. However, as that fateful day approached, Lana was left alone and labeled an unfortunate. The label was a heavy burden, and Lana was determined to prove it wrong. She threw herself into her training, determined to become the strongest and most skilled werewolf she could be. But it seemed like nothing could break the chains of being unfortunate. That was, until one fateful night when Lana was out for a run in the forest. Something caught her eye—something unexpected, something that could change her life forever. What had Lana stumbled upon? Will it be the answer to her prayers, or will it lead to even more heartache? One thing is for sure Lana's future as a werewolf hangs in the balance.

As the next Priestess of the Blood Wolves Clan, Asha Blood would have never imagined that her clan's peace and prosperity for thousands of years would vanish in the hands of the royalty that they have been serving with utmost sincerity and almost manic loyalty. The destruction of the Blood Wolves Clan was like an unexpected storm that arrived and left as it pleased. As the holy servants of the goddess, how can they fall to such an extent? Laying in her own pool of viscous rustic blood as she felt the warmth of life leaving her body, Asha's dark pupils burned with endless hate and indignation.

I never knew what it could be like...to feel the sun on my face...until him. He became the sunshine to my world of darkness. He taught me how to smile. He taught me how to live.

Blurb One sacred promise, a thousand lies, and one secret that destroys. For Dewangga, his wedding day with Vivian should have been the beginning of a perfect and honorable life. However, a small incident in the dressing room—an accidental spill of coffee—led him into a trap he never expected. Behind the locked door, he met Davian, Vivian's wild and manipulative half-brother. Davian knew Dewangga's biggest secret. He knew that behind the dashing wedding suit, Dewangga hid an orientation that he suppressed deeply. With intoxicating touches and sharp words, Davian began to ensnare Dewangga in an irresistible forbidden obsession. Now, Dewangga is trapped in a torturous charade. By day, he is the perfect husband to Vivian. But in the darkness, he is a prisoner of Davian's passion. When his wife's touch no longer stirs his body, Dewangga is forced to borrow another man's shadow to survive his wedding night.

When I went to register my son, Cody Vantor, for medical insurance before his first year of kindergarten, I was told I wasn’t his biological mother. "Are you sure this is your child? The system shows a different woman listed as the mother." I said nothing. I quietly snapped a photo of the unfamiliar home address, then followed it to the neighboring complex. When he saw me, my husband, Dorian Vantor, froze. His hand instinctively moved to block the doorway. "So you found out. But making a scene won’t change anything. I haven’t treated you badly these past three years." I looked past him, and my body went cold. The woman behind him was my younger sister, Summer Walsh, fresh out of college. She handed him a glass of water and gave me an apologetic smile. "Don’t blame me, Lennie. The doctor said I have postpartum depression. I can’t handle hearing a baby cry. Thank you for raising Cody for me all these years. I really am grateful." Just then, Cody, who had been waiting in the car downstairs, ran up. He rushed into Summer’s arms like it was second nature, then turned to look at me. "Aunt Lenora, don’t cry. Mommy said you’re a good person. That’s why she asked you to help. Daddy said if I behave and call you ‘Mom’ at your house, I can come back on weekends to see my real Mommy."

My elder sister, the crown princess, died on the road while searching for medicinal herbs to save me. The obsessive merman, cunning fox spirit, and unhinged lion shifter she had entangled herself with all came looking for her. Each one believed he was her true love, and they immediately began fighting among themselves until all three were gravely wounded. When they learned that my sister had died because of me, they turned their fury to me, seeing me as the root of all their suffering. The merman brutally ripped out my spiritual core. "You killed her, so you don't deserve to live either." The fox spirit forced deadly poison down my throat. "Simply dying would be far too merciful for you." The lion shifter imprisoned me and tortured me daily. "That face of yours that looks like hers is the only reason you're still breathing." I carried the guilt of my sister's death, and I suffered in silence to keep my parents safe from their wrath. Three years passed, and I had become nothing more than a broken shell. I fought desperately to escape and return to the royal palace, only to hear familiar laughter echoing from the inner chambers. It was my sister's voice. "Thank heavens you came up with this brilliant plan, Mother. I certainly wasn't about to keep dealing with those disgusting beastmen forever." Rage consumed me. I burst through the doors, determined to kill us both, but her personal guard cut me down with a single strike. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my sister staged her own death.