Werewolf Alpha Mate Stories Novels & Stories

Damon attempted to explain. "Who is she?" Albert inquired. Damon opened his mouth after a one-minute pause, "My mate!" Albert was taken aback and couldn't believe what he was hearing. Their potential alpha Damon, the powerful king's son, the king who risked his life to build his pack, had a human mate. Thier future alpha's mate was a human known for their frailty and weakness in the werewolf world. Albert could see how much his friend yearned for his mate, so he avoided being rude and instead asked one question, "Do you love her?"

Azura stood up, blocking in front of him; she wrapped her arms around Conal's hot body like fever, looked at him with pitying eyes, she said: "Conal, don't hide from me. Because of you, it hurts me like this. In the past month, I miss you so much, I miss you madly." Her coaxing action made Conal unable to act tough anymore. He looked at her with passionate eyes; he explained: "I'm afraid I can't hold back my lust and hurt your body. Because when a dominant Alpha reaches a certain level, they don't know what they're going to do with their mates. He may kill his sexual partner because he cannot control his consciousness. I'm scared…"

He smiles and closes his eyes. "The leader knows about your extra strength and size, Alpha. He wants you on his side...... And he knows your mate is human. He is coming for her. For you," he says calmly with no fear or dishonesty. I move behind him to snap his neck quickly, to ease his pain. Before I place my hands on his head, he whispers, "my mate's name was Stephanie, and she was beautiful." I snap his neck, offering the peace he seeks from his loss. Very few wolves can overcome losing their mates. And he most definitely didn't overcome her death.

They had lived in the shadows for centuries and they could endure it. Just like he said, he hated fragile things. Mira was beginning to turn fragile ever since she was with the Alpha. Another reason why Damien decided to end her once and for all. She used to be strong but since she became Alpha's mate, she turned fragile just like her mother. Damien realized that Mira would become another nuisance. His eyes filled with hatred and madness as he turned his attention to the group. His first attention was to the Alpha. He knew how werewolves' mating bond worked. Cohen was filled with rage and hatred as he had a staring contest with Damien.

To make her mine. Had anyone ever kissed her lips? The mere thought turned something inside me. Anger burned through me like hell. I would kill any man who dared to touch what was mine. Had she met her mate? According to the information Tom got me, she was twenty-two, and most werewolves met their mate before twenty. Only rare ones found them later. I didn't see her mate at that party. Even if she had a mate, I would kill him brutally. No one could take my little wolf away from me.

“The human keeps you calm.” I stepped forward. “You should leave while you still can.” But Tristan only laughed. “That’s not how this works anymore.” His gaze shifted to the elders. “You all saw it tonight,” he said. “The Alpha of the Blackwood Pack losing control in front of his own council while a human mate tries to hold him together.” The insult rippled through the hall. “Your Alpha is weakened,” Tristan continued. “And if you want a leader who can actually protect this pack, perhaps you should consider the wolf who shares the same blood—but doesn’t need a human crutch to stand.”

When they looked back at me, their faces had changed into something deeper, more intense. "You feel all of that because we are your Mates," Mathias said, and the words felt serious and important. "Mates?" The word felt strange. "Two halves of the same soul," Daxon said, his voice getting low and dangerous. "Like soulmates, but deeper. More... intense." Mathias kept talking, never looking away from me. "Once a werewolf finds their Mate, they can't live without them. Nothing else matters. The bond is strongest for Alphas—and Daxon and I are the Alphas of this Pack."

I can still taste the metallic tang of blood. I remember him. My mate. Of all the people in the entire 7 billion population on the earth, of all the hundreds and thousands of werewolves on earth, the goddess decided to mate me with Alpha Henry of Red Fire, King of Alphas. It certainly explains a lot, but it complicates a lot as well.

“It doesn’t matter. I am rejecting you.” My wolf howls. A desperate, agonized sound that shakes through my entire being. “I should have known,” Mira Westwood sneers, her saccharine voice dripping with poison. “You really thought he’d want you?” Laughter ripples through the crowd. The pitying glances. The smug smirks. I can feel their judgment, their cruel amusement—watching, waiting, drinking in my misery like it’s their evening entertainment. I am the Alpha’s first rejected mate in over a century.

But a goddamn gorgeous one. She was magnetic, drawing my gaze and holding it captive. I hadn’t stared at a woman like this since Cassandra. My wife’s face was now a blur. But this girl’s wasn’t. There was something about her. A fun, flirty, carefree pull that had me aching to know her. “Stop it Jace!” my wolf growled. “We're mated. Haven't you already done enough harm to our mate?!” “That's enough Zade!” I growled back in my Alpha tone. “Cassandra is back in Florida and there's nothing wrong with getting to know someone!”