Three Alphas One Mate Novels & Stories

I got back to my work, trying to figure out what the hell x equals so I can finish this damn worksheet. My next class was wolf studies, and it is kind of like a health class, and it is mandatory. Basically, we learn about alpha, beta, and omega dynamics, as well as other stuff about our wolf side. It is kind of embarrassing, though, because the teacher also talks about sex and reproduction. When I walk into the class, the teacher announces we’re going to be talking about mates. Some people looked excited; others looked like they couldn't care less. I don’t know how I felt about it. I mean, having a mate sounds nice. But Alpha Eric had drilled it into my head so many times that I’ll never hav

Still wandering what goes inside this girl's mind. Alpha Dylan has a Mate, who is his wife now, so while having a mate already he can't have a second chance mate right. Not when the mate hasn't died or they rejected eachother yet, beside Soren didn't felt anything towards the other male rather Then disgust. The mare thought about Alpha Dylan around him make him feel sick. He just hope nothing goes wrong. _________________________________________

I slammed my fist against the table. “Stop reminding me!” The door creaked. An elder entered slowly. His eyes were full of judgment. “Alpha Leon…” “What is it?” I barked, not wanting to see anyone. “You look empty,” the elder said quietly. “Because you are empty. You rejected the one person who could have healed you. And now you are paying the price.” I glared at him. “Don’t speak about her.” “You cannot escape this truth,” he said. “You rejected your mate. And already, your wolf is weakening. I can hear it. Soon, you will weaken too.”

Theresia began to get saturated, choosing to play on her cell phone. Elsewhere, a man was walking down the street. Letting rainwater wet his whole body. His handsome face with tanned skin, and curly hair. His gaze was as sharp as a razor but his face looked very sweet and cute. He is Ace Edgar, an Alpha Werewolf from the Alaska area pack. Ace's strength could no longer be doubted, and his handsome face made him almost perfect. But unfortunately until now, at the age of 27 years old. Ace hasn't found his mate either. "Don't I have a mate? Why haven't I met my mate until now," muttered Ace with his flagship flat face.

“You’re still my mate. One and only. Forever.” “I know,” Miranda coos. She kisses him, sloppily, and I feel almost sick at the show they’re putting on. “But it is possible for an Alpha to take multiple Lunas,” Malcolm continues. “I found it in one of Caleb and Arnold’s old books.” “Is that true?” I ask, turning to Arnold. He nods. “It’s unusual, since most werewolves, once mated, feel a strong bond to their individual partner. However, in some circumstances, an Alpha may have multiple Lunas.”

“I’ve wronged you in so many ways. I’ve rejected you twice without battling a lid, said hurtful words and allowed the elders of the town to trash you as they wish. But you’re my mate.” Stacey scoffed out, all the intensity between them clearing up immediately as she took her gaze off him. “Really? I’m your mate? You’re just discovering that I’m your mate?” She half yelled at him. “I’ve been wrong…” “Wrong? No, you’re the alpha. How can the alpha be wrong?” She retorted sarcastically. “Stacey, listen to me.” He said gently and carefully. “I don’t know half of the things you've been through, the pain your parents have put you through or the ones the devil had put you through…

“She’s ours now, Eli. Fully and irrevocably. Every part of her. You lost your claim the moment you abandoned her. Leave, now. Before we make you regret every single step you took back onto this territory.” Eli’s jaw worked, a muscle twitching in his cheek, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. His gaze finally shifted from me, reluctantly, to look at the three formidable Alphas standing before him—really looked at them, taking in their raw power, their unwavering unity, the undeniable claim in their eyes. And in that moment, he saw what I already knew, what I felt deep in my bones: the triplets weren’t just my Alphas. They weren’t just my protectors. They were my mates. My true m

Still, it was unbelievable. The thought that they were going to sacrifice finding their mates for me. That was too much. “But…,” I swallowed, exhaling slowly. I wanted to talk, but I didn't even know where to start. Everything felt unreal. “You would be our mate, Amber.” Elion's voice reverberated in my head. I gasped, shooting him a stern look. “How is that even possible? Three Alphas with one mate? I mean…” “It's rare, but it's very possible. We've witnessed it.” He explained, but I wasn't convinced yet.

He must've felt the same since I felt his body relax against mine. My assumption that we were probably having the same thoughts and feelings comforted me. More so when I reminded myself that he was my mate—we were emotionally and mentally connected. Although these feelings were only fabricated by the bond that was made by accident, I was just glad that until the time we would find a way to break the connection, we were each other's. Dylan Hayes is my alpha.

“Ok, yes, he did. It was nice. Why are there three large black duffel bags in my hallway?” “Because he doesn’t get you all to himself, Sweetness.” answered Evander. “This is going to take some getting used to.” “Get used to it, Sweetness. This is for the rest of our lives, if we are indeed mates.” commented Evander. “IF!” roared Andrew. “I have loved her for as long as I can remember. I have always wanted to protect and provide for her. If you haven’t felt that way, then this whole triplet Alpha thing is over. I don’t want to be Alpha Andrew if I can’t have her as Luna! You can be Alpha Evander and Alpha Osiris, and I will just be Andrew mate of Detective Alsie Neferet. I purred last night!