Werewolf Alpha Romance Novels & Stories

DEREK Everything is happening so fast. I’m less than twenty-four hours, I’ve gone from wanting to see Isabel to learning that she has been caught and her life is in danger to sitting in front of a panel of four powerful werewolf elders that make up the Elders council of the Southern Wolves, thinking of ways to save Isabel’s life even though my position as the Alpha is now at stake. “What do you have to say for yourself, Alpha Derek?” Rena, the only female in the Elders’ council asks, her jet black hair is pulled into a tight bun that pulls her face back.

I asked, confused. A weak smile displayed perfectly on those features that could get anyone glued. His hands held my cheek, as his lashes fluttered. " I need to go the border. An emergency that needs me," he said, unwilling to let go. I smiled, kissing his hands. " Rogues?" He hesitated, then responded," Yeah. Rogues. Will you be okay? I might not come back this night." I bit my lips, my heart fluttering. The almighty most feared alpha asking a wolfless omega's permission. If his romance occupied half of my heart, then this just made it a percent less than perfect.

“Because I do too.” He took another step. “I felt you cross the border. My wolf almost shifted right there, in the middle of a meeting.” “Your wolf can suffer,” I said. “Mine learned to live without yours.” He breathed in deep. “You smell incredible.” “I know.” I smiled coldly. “Every Alpha from here to the coast has told me the same thing.” His jaw went tight. “Have they touched you?” “That’s none of your business.” “It is my business,” he said. “You’re on my land.”

But the late Alpha’s end was befitting for him, he got what he gave and created a monster with no feelings, just a flame that burns everything on its path. “Alpha, we found these two trying to escape the tarven” the wolves dragged two young men in. “They look suspicious” “Kill them” The High Alpha had said without a glance, still frowning from the stings that came from his shoulder. “Wait! Please…” Adrian shouted. “Spare us. We’re travelers” The high Alpha turned and glanced at him, his eyes went to Caierre who stared at him blankly till what seemed like a recognition flashed in his eyes.

"Come in." I pushed the door open, stepping into the dim chamber lit by flickering torchlight and the soft glow of dawn filtering through a high window. The bed dominated the space, a massive frame piled with furs and pelts, reeking of musk and dominance. And there, in the center, the Alpha lay naked atop his Luna, his massive body pinning her beneath him. I froze, tray trembling in my hands. The Alpha Thorne, our unyielding leader with his scarred, rippling muscles and piercing golden eyes, turned his head slowly toward me. His Luna, Elowen, arched slightly under him, her pale skin flushed, dark hair splayed like a halo on the pillows.

I have nothing. The battle exposed everything. My alliance with vampires. My payments from Hermetic Order. My betrayal of wolves for human gold. Silas revealed it publicly. Everyone heard. Can't deny. Can't explain away. I'm Alpha who sold wolves to humans. Unforgivable. Permanent stain. "Alpha, what are your orders?" Beta Marcus asks. Loyal. Still trying to follow. Still believing. I look at him. At all of them. Young wolves who trusted me. Followed me. Killed for me.

"So we are supposed to accept it? Accept that the girl we all blamed for her parents death is suddenly the White Wolf, the one the legends say could save us or destroy us?" The room fell silent again. I felt every eye on me. My heart was pounding hard that I thought it would crack a rib.. My wolf did not flinch. I stepped forward past Damon into the space between the tables. I looked at Marcus at the elders and then at the whole pack. I said, "I never asked for this. I never asked for the bond. To be the Alphas mate or to be the White Wolf.. I am and I am done hiding it."

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.

Teeth clashed, fur flew, and growls filled the air like thunder. And then, one wolf stood over the other… victorious, dominant, glowing silver in the moonlight. I didn’t need to guess. “Alpha!” I breathed. The victorious wolf turned, his eyes locking onto mine. His chest heaved. Blood stained his fur, but even like that… even as a wolf, I recognized him. His eyes, blue like ice, wild but familiar, stared into me like he could see everything. I should have been scared, but I wasn’t.

Especially not like this. "Well?" The Alpha stared down at me with clear impatience. I swallowed down my disgust, and slowly moved to grip his cock. But I don't know what to do. Wait, I've seen this before. Werewolves mate everywhere in the pack house. I think I might have seen one couple do something like this. As I recalled the women who go down on their mates, I began to mimic them. Gripping the base, I rubbed my hands up and down his member.