Werewolf Alpha Mate Stories Novels & Stories

A rogue. The wolf is huge, but it is a skeleton covered in matted, filthy fur. It snarls, a wet, rattling sound, and begins to circle her. It’s hungry, and it scents the "Alpha’s Mark" on her—the invisible brand Alaric’s touch left on her soul. To this beast, she is the ultimate prize. Juniper’s heart slams against her ribs. Don't run, she tells herself, echoing Torin’s training. Prey runs. Predators fight.

The bond snapped tight between them, undeniable and raw. No. This isn’t right. His wolf, Rand, howled in warning. It’s her. “She’s wolfless,” Raymond thought, jaw tightening. She is our mate, Rand insisted, don’t you feel it? He did feel it and that terrified him. Wolfless meant weak. It means useless . It meant a mate who couldn’t run with him, couldn’t fight with him, couldn’t lead beside him. An Alpha with a wolfless mate would be questioned, mocked, challenged.

“The human body can’t handle a wolf pup. So that Alpha is either dethroned… or forced away from his pack.” Cold fear gripped my chest. “What if… a she-wolf is mated to a human?” “There are no such cases,” he admitted. “But I doubt a human can even impregnate a wolf.” “Oh.” The word slipped out small and broken. Dethroned. We reached my door. My mind was still spinning when his voice cut through. “Did you find your mate?” My breath caught, heart lurching. My mind scrambled to find the right words to explain this situation when I saw his smirk.

It was the day of the Werewolves' Hunting Festival. I found my mate three months prior. During the festival, the male werewolves presented their captured prey to their mates as a display of their strength and devotion. But my mate, Chris Ashwood, looked at me and said, "There are so many outstanding Alphas here. Why don't you just give up on me and choose someone else?" I nodded calmly. "Alright." Chris froze when I agreed without hesitation. He clearly didn't expect such an indifferent response. His hand, which was loading his hunting rifle, came to an abrupt stop.

I turned my head away and said, "He's everything to me. Alpha, I'll do everything. I promise that I'll serve you. Treat me like your fucktoy and do whatever you want to me. Please don't hurt Finn. I can't do without him." "I'm your fucking mate! Not him!" Alpha Lucas growled. He spread my legs wide open and pressed himself into me roughly. The moment he got into me, I froze. It was... familiar. Lucian's voice appeared in my mind again - "A werewolf can only have one mate." "It was him in the woods the other night, she-wolf." It was him?! Finn was... his wolf? No way! That couldn't happen to me. It was him in the woods!

He licked his lower lip while taking rapid breaths, and his chest was rising and falling, making him even more handsome. "And you are my mate." He said he was leaving me in confusion. "What do you mean?" I asked him back. "You are the mate of this alpha baby." He winked at me while chuckling softly. "I am your mate." I blinked my eyes, showing a piece of confusion on my face. "Yeah, you are a mate." He smiled. Omg, I didn't know about this. "But can a human be the mate of a wolf?" I inquired with a piece of doubt.

He really did not know what to say. "We have to fix this' ' Alpha duke said, giving Lucas a serious look. It took Lucas a while to realise what the Alpha was saying. When an Alpha wolf had been fated by the goddess, they couldn't take another mate unless their ordained mate should die by any means. Then and only then can the moon goddess fate him to someone else "No" Lucas shook his head "I'm not going to kill her" he said, frowning

Black fur and smoke surrounded him, his bones forming a wolf shape that is not physical; its form now resembles a Wraith Apex. A spectral wolf with streaks of Lunar silver that burns through its shadow. His paws did not even fully touch the ground, just like gravity; his moves became optional. Every instinct in me was screaming, “SUBMIT TO HIM OR DIE”. But I am a Luna-blooded. I am also, and Alpha and Alphas don’t bow. I won’t bow, not even for my mate. Even if he carries gods, he is still my Sebastian, my second-chance mate. He stares at the moon goddess as if she were prey to him.

It did seem odd to Everly that she seemed to be making a difference between him and her, even though they were both shifters now—weren’t they? “Does that mean that Jack will have trouble finding me?” Everly asked. “Who?” Margot asked, her eyes wide as she leaned forward and blinked several times. “Jack,” Everly said. “My boyfriend—the next Alpha of the Lichtwolf pack, the one who saved me from becoming a werewolf.” “Oh, no, dear. He shouldn’t have any trouble following you. You’re his mate, aren’t you?” Margot smiled at her, and Everly nodded, feeling the mark on her neck heat slightly at just the thought.

I flinched. "You," he said, his warm breath tickling my skin. It would've made my heart flutter once more if only his voice didn't carry a menacing tone. "You were messing with another werewolf while I wasn't around." I cursed in my head and bit my lower lip. I was in so much hurry to see him that I wasn't able to think about taking a bath first to wash off the smell of Enzo's pheromones. Alpha werewolves are extremely possessive towards their partners, I remember him telling me a few days back while he was briefing me about his plan to use me to lure Dylan out of hiding.