Werewolf Alpha Mate Stories Novels & Stories

However as I did , l instantly stopped in my tracks when I heard a low whine. As soon as I turned to the direction of the sound , my eyes instantly dilated open in disbelief . There standing was a wolf , staring at me intently with it's black eyes . At the sight of it , my whole body trembled with fear . Maybe today was the day l was going to die .

When a werewolf scratches another werewolf, it definitely leaves a scar. "So what? Other wolves have scars and they live. You have scars and you're alive." "It's not the same when it's a mate who gave the scar. You're too good to me. I don't deserve you." I held her hand cupped to my cheek closer to me. I turned my head and kisses the inside of her hand before removing it. I turned around and ran, leaving my wounded mate, my crying cousin, and my disappointed best friend/alpha in the room. I just needed to clear my head from everything that has happened today.

A new kind of pain clutched and set in my chest, simmering dangerously. While Kaleb interacted with a woman in a friendly and soft tone, I drew another deep breath before my eyes could glow. When I lifted my gaze and looked at her, my wolf— my stupid fucking wolf, Coal— just claimed his mate. “Mine.” This is not happening. As much as I loved to have a mate, finally, this wasn’t right. I couldn’t help but ask the Goddess why. For fuck’s sake, why does she have to be a human?

Now he knew exactly how it felt. It was clear this matter was driving him insane, and that's what made it better, because he really couldn't fix it himself to have come meet me like a fucking idiot. At least now I knew he had that problem. At the end of the day, I'll always be the best ruler this pack has ever had, whether they liked it or not. A couple of days passed, and I started hearing rumors of a certain Isabelle. A blonde haired pretty she-wolf, the daughter of the old alpha king of a neighbouring pack.

“How dare you!” I didn't move. “You think you could mess around because you have the alpha backing you now, huh?” Silence. “You stole what was mine, and now what—” “No, I didn't,” Colours drained from her face, “huh?” “I heard werewolves, especially alphas, have only one mate for the rest of their lives…” I paused, closing the distance between us, a smirk pulling at my lips, “If he was really yours, I doubt he would've come to me,”

Short Story's Blurb: After months of waiting to be proposed by her Alpha mate, Mirabella found out Alpha Rowan proposed to another she-wolf named Bella during a drunken night. She decided to break her bond with the Alpha and return to her father's pack. But on the way there, she met her first love and childhood friend, Alpha Aivan—who also turns out to be her second chance mate. *** Chapter 1: As Excited As Mirabella My Alpha and mate will finally be proposing to me.

“You don’t have to be all those things to be his mate.” I turned to her slowly. “You know the criteria, Loraine. The Alpha’s mate must be someone who can lead beside him. Someone whose wolf is strong enough to bear the Alpha’s mark and protect the pack. I’m not strong enough. I don’t even have a wolf. I’m... I’m nothing.” Her face softened. “Don’t say that.” “Well, it’s true.” There was a silence between us; a silence that said more than either of us dared to say aloud.

​ HAZEL'S POV "W...What do you mean I'm your mate?" I stuttered as I sat up in my bed and lowered my head, too scared to look into his eyes. His eyes twitched and he stepped down from my bed. He looked at Alpha Luke who had his head bowed~ "Don't tell me she's yet to see the wolf fang tattoo on her chest?" He asked coldly. My brows raised and I frowned. "Tattoo?" I asked rhetorically as I lowered my head to check my chest and there it was~

Mates between Vampires and Werewolves were rare and their couple was also a part of this exception. Drowning in the ocean of hopes and expectations, Eric spent the whole journey in contemplating different outcomes. He was ready to forgive her past offense, after all she was her mate and he couldn’t stay mad her. … Back in Silver Moon Pack, Luna was alerted that Alpha had come back with a girl. “Eric, you found her?” Luna was standing outside the Pack house, she recognized Charlotte at once. “Mom, that’s my mate!” Alpha's short reply overjoyed her. She crushed him in a hug with teary eyes,

Among the Werewolves, the prevailing belief was that true mates were nothing more than fictional narratives, a figment of imagination never realized in reality. The subject of true mates remained shrouded in mystery, even when inquired of the moon goddess herself. Instead of offering clarity, she responded with enigmatic smiles, perpetuating the confusion among the Werewolves. Yet, the very idea of having a true mate intrigued Arabella profoundly. Legends suggested that these unions were predestined by the moon goddess herself, forging an unbreakable bond between two souls. Even after death, they remained inseparable, destined to be reborn repeatedly, eternally seeking their mate in each new