Too Late Alpha The Mate He Never Wanted Novels & Stories

"What is it, Dom? He came in and sat in the chair near the window, the one Eli always claimed when he visited my room. He turned his phone over once in his hand and then held it out to me. It was an invitation. The kind sent to all Alphas in the regional network, formal and official, the kind that came with a seal and careful language and a date printed clearly at the top. An announcement of a mating ceremony. Alpha Antonio Greenwood and his fated mate, Christiana. Two weeks from now. A date fixed. Everything arranged. I read it once. Then I handed the phone back to Dominic and turned and picked up the shirt I had been folding and folded it again even though it had already been folded correc

News from Shadowridge followed us all the way north. We stopped in a town, and as I warmed my hands by the hearth, a trader beside me was telling everyone the latest news. The first story was about Celine. A trader set down his bowl and lowered his voice. "The trouble started on the night of the mating ceremony. The next day, the Alpha locked up his new bride for 20 full days." "Locked up where?" "The stone room in front of the altar." The trader clicked his tongue. "He went there once a day, but in twenty days, he asked the same question.

He looked towards the door before following her into the smaller sitting room. Once they were alone, his stepmother took a seat. Damon remained standing. “You wanted to speak with me.” “Yes.” She looked at him for a moment. “You’re getting too comfortable with her, Damon.” He frowned. “Is that supposed to be a problem?” “An Alpha cannot afford to let personal feelings interfere with his responsibilities.” “Then it’s fortunate that I know how to separate the two.” She watched him carefully. “Let’s hope you still can.” Damon’s expression remained unchanged.

I loved Alpha Kane Blackwood for seven years, but his parents never approved. Then I took three arrows meant for him in an ambush. That finally moved his parents, Edmund and Eleanor Blackwood, the pack's former Alpha and Luna, to give us their blessing. Then Kane announced he was making Vivian Cole his Luna. She was an Omega he'd only just brought back from a prison camp. When the two of them showed up at Moonbridge hand in hand, the whole pack was stunned. After all, everyone knew how spoiled I was, the purebred white wolf Kane had raised himself. People were placing bets. Most thought I'd smash every bottle at the reception and tear that Omega to pieces, then make the Alpha buy me a gift w

"It isn't. It's only brass." "Then why are you crying like someone died?" "Someone did." It came out sharper than I meant. I flushed. "Sorry. I'm sorry, young Alpha. I'll go." "I'm not an Alpha yet, and I'm not that young. It's Dominic." He set the whiskey down on the step. "Show me." "What?" "The pin." I should have refused. A girl like me did not hand things to a boy like him. But he held out his palm so plainly, with no mockery in it, that I put the two pieces into his hand before I could stop myself.

he hissed in a broken voice, possessive and filled with eternal fidelity. He leaned forward and, with a firm movement, sank his fangs directly into the base of my neck. The pain was a fleeting spark, replaced immediately by a wave of mystical heat that sealed our souls forever. The Alpha’s mark was etched into my cinnamon skin, uniting our cores in an indestructible bond that no Council could ever dissolve. I fell into a silver haze of absolute fulfillment, protected by the massive arms of my mate.

“Yeah, I hope you choke on whatever the hell is stuck in there.” “Did I say anything?” “No, you didn’t. But that little act of yours already tells me you’ve got something stupid to say.” “You know,” he cut in, snapping his fingers. “There are historical records of Alphas marrying their war slaves. I mean, if you really like her, after taking her husband’s head, we could…” Before he could finish, I hurled the tablet at him. He dodged just in time, and the device crashed against the wall behind him.

I reach up, cupping his rough, scarred face in my palms, looking straight into the golden eyes of the Alpha who fought an empire to save my life. “You are no butcher, Bramwell Kersey,” I say firmly, pressing my lips to his in a deep, consuming kiss that tastes of promise, safety, and forever. “You are my mate. My protector. My Alpha.” He lets out a low, reverberating roar of pure triumph, pulling my body flush against his chest as the golden sun sets over the peaceful mountains of our home, locking our souls together for all eternity. THE END

For five years, I let my husband’s fated mate take whatever she wanted. My place beside him. His time. His attention. The tenderness that used to belong to me. I even told myself I could survive watching my own son choose her over me, because a broken family had to be better than no family at all. It wasn’t. On the tenth anniversary of the bond my husband and I chose for ourselves, he canceled our ceremony and told me his fated mate would be taking my place beside him. Then my son gave her the Luna necklace his father had once given me and told me she was his real mate. That was the moment I finally understood something I should have learned five years ago. No matter how much of mysel

In my sixth year with Mason, my custom-made mating gown arrived. He had just finished a call with Sadie. The moment he saw the box, his expression darkened. “Audrey, you’ve even ordered a gown now? Do you honestly think this will make me agree to a mating ceremony?” I carefully gathered the skirt. “Go back to whatever you were doing.” He seemed relieved. When he spoke again, his voice was gentler. “Once the pack is stable, I’ll give you a proper ceremony. Be patient. Just a little longer.” This time, I didn’t ask how much longer. I simply tucked away the card that had come inside the box. My name was printed on it. Beside another man’s.