Triple-s Beast Queen: Taming The Alpha Legion Novels & Stories

All three—identical and yet entirely distinct—radiated the energy of high-ranking alphas, their little muzzles lifted toward the wind as if already sensing the call of their people. One roared with a tiny snarl. Almost matching the Kycan King’s regality. Another licked Sebastian’s jaw with fierce loyalty. The third nuzzled closer into the crook of his shoulder, imprinting itself further with the man it would one day call protector, father and pride. Sebastian lifted them higher — arms outstretched in open declaration. The tiny trio roared like ferocious cubs. “These are mine,” the Lycan King’s deep voice echoed through the valley, a low growl of reverence and triumph. “Ours. The legacy of yo

"That's not—you can't create a new pack from nothing—" "Watch me." I pulled on every ounce of power the twins gave me, every thread of energy from both packs. "I am Elara Sterling, Alpha Queen. And I claim these children for my own line. They bow to no pack but their own. They serve no prophecy but the one they write themselves." The power that exploded from me was blinding. Silver and gold mixed, Moonborne and Blackwood intertwined but becoming something new. Something that had never existed before. The twins stopped fighting. I felt it instantly, the moment they recognized a leader above them both. Me. Not Kael, not Lyanna. Their mother. Their Alpha.

“But it’s all a ruse. Their real goal is to capture me alive.” “I know, my queen,” Maxwell replied, his voice steady in her mind. “Together, we are a force they cannot overcome. The three Lycans with him are the Alphas who refused to bow to my rule. There are ten Zones in this kingdom, but only seven accepted my leadership. These three…Alpha Darius of the Blood Bond Pack, Alpha Judah of the Seven Stream Pack, and Alpha Jude of Ocean Dale Pack…have always seen themselves as my equals. The division between us existed long before I was born, and I never sought to bridge it. But their presence here, alongside this man and Farrell, tells me something is about to unfold. Moon Goddess, protect my m

Beta James was happy beyond words to fulfill this duty. He was also there when Maddox was crowned as the King of the supernatural world. And today, he was here with his Erasthai to witness my coronation. The gleeful faces of my friends’ gang fluttered my heart like butterfly wings when Alpha Derrick put the gold crown on my head, completing the ritual. “Alpha Shyla Miller, the Queen of the supernatural world, is a Fenrir Alpha wolf. Her coronation is the new beginning of peace and harmony. May heaven bless this sacred union of two living hearts in a fated mate-bond.”

"Our main purpose of coming here is because of the crowning ceremony," One of the elders, elder Godwin said while the rest of us including my mate, just sat there listening attentively. "Since Luna Kaira is the long awaited phoenix who saved us all and gave birth to the hybrid triplets, she's officially being appointed as the first Queen of the werewolf world!" He announced again and we aplaused while Kaira shyly said 'thank you,' "And since she is the queen, alpha Kaden is automatically the crowned king but there is only one problem. This pack has two alpha's and we don't know what you the alpha's are going to decide,"

I looked at the three Triad Alphas standing around the ironwood bed. Aurelius Sterling-Cross, the Cold Prince whose frost had protected me in the sun; Valerius Nightshade, the wild, lethal warrior who had bared his fangs to defend my life; and Thaddeus Obsidian, the master strategist who had dismantled my enemies' legal traps with a single star-metal token. They were the apex rulers of the northern territories, the three Alphas whom the entire realm feared and obeyed. And yet, as they stood in this lavish, heavily guarded private tower, their attention was entirely fixed on me, a female who had spent three years scrubbing floors in rags, but whose silver eyes now burned with the ancient, unq

The Grand Council Hall of the Ironwood Pack was suffocatingly hot, packed wall-to-wall with the scent of anxious wolves, heavy leather, and the lingering sting of cheap tallow candles. High on the stone dais sat Alpha Silas, his posture commanding and unyielding, flanked by the senior elders of the pack. To his right stood Victoria, draped in a gown of deep crimson velvet, her chin held high as she bathed in the admiring glances of the assembly.

You need to eliminate the spawns of the Obsidian. The four Lycan warriors behind me let out a blood curdling roar, bunching up their muscles as they set themselves to attack my mates. I sensed the immediate and simultaneous response of the brothers through the newly created indestructible silver chains of our mate bond. There was no fear. The three Alpha heirs were at the ready to protect their Queen at any cost, but there was only one killer. Held the line, Kaelen's voice rang loud in my mind, echoing within the three-way bite on my shoulders and neck. Elara, stay behind us.

"I can feel the seed reaching for him." ​I stepped up to his side, drawing both of my obsidian broadswords with a heavy shing. The claim mark on my neck pulsed, burning with golden fire. I was mated to the Alpha of the North. I was the White Queen. And right now, I was a Warlord with nothing left to lose. ​I looked at the twelve Legionnaires, Alaric, and Marcus. ​"You lot hold the line out here," I commanded. "If anything tries to get in or out, kill it. This part... this part is for family."

She noticed this, cocking her head to the side slightly. “What?” She questioned. “I…” “Speak, girl.” I swallowed. Hard. “Ryker he…he told me that he wants to become alpha,” “Yes. That is his birthright.” I wrung my hands together, wondering how well she was going to take the next bit of information I was about to give. “He wants to kill his father.” The atmosphere in the car plunged to icy depths. I shivered, rubbing my arms together. Sometimes, being in Queen Scarlett’s presence was like walking into an industrial freezer.