Willow Wood Alpha Hybrid Novels & Stories

“She can’t be an Alpha. She carries the gene to pass on to a future son, but she herself is not an Alpha. Cara should have gone after Willow’s brother, Calen.” “He’s dead. Willow is the only one that remains from that family.” He stares at me. “Did you kill them?” I cock an eyebrow at him. “I may have done some questionable things as Alpha, but no, I did not kill the rest of her family.” “I had to ask, it’s been a while since I have seen you. A lot could have changed.” He runs a hand through his black curls. “If Willow is with you, what do you plan to gain from this visit?”

ROSA'S POV Great 'congratulations' to me, for finding my second chance mate three weeks ago. He turned out to be an Alpha, and not just any. He is the famous Hybrid Alpha Ryan of the cold moon pack. The strongest Alpha in the werewolf kingdom, save for the king, who is a Tribrid. After the terrific and horrible abusive relationship I was caught up in, with my first and late mate; Andrew, I decided I wouldn't have any business with mates, love, or romance again. Who was I kidding though? The moon goddess? She always did what she wished.

Pack of wolves. She felt a constriction in her chest. She was anticipating Kael, but this was unexpected. No, this was a different thing. Something much more intricate. One of the individuals, a tall and strong wolf with dark hair and striking green eyes, was the first to spot her. He quickly looked at her, sharp and evaluating. Alec was his name, and he was considered one of the pack's most reliable fighters. Even after Amora had departed, he remained unwaveringly devoted to the Alpha.

“You can really do that? You can hide me from him?” Willow gave a slow, grim nod, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I know of a herbal blend…a rare brew that can temporarily dampen your pheromones and mask the scent that draws his wolf’s instincts. But listen closely, Amaris. This is dangerous. If the Alpha realizes you are intentionally blocking his ability to find you, the consequences will be severe for both of us.”

I asked impatiently Kai swallowed. “A hybrid.” The word struck something deep inside me, my hands clenched until my knuckles whitened. “A what?” “A hybrid,” he repeated. “Half witch, half wolf.” I stared at him for several long seconds, the echo of the word vibrating through my mind. A witch… and a wolf?. Two races that should never mix, one born of the moon, the other of forbidden craft, was that even possible? A laugh, sharp and devoid of any humor, slipped past my lips.

The Alpha had stopped hitting the shield and was staring sorrowfully at his mate. "Please do not kill her" the Alpha resorted to begging... for he knew that nothing could be done by him. "She is a witch and as long as she is alive, she will continue to cause havoc in your pack and may even kill you someday" Valerie stated. The whole table had being quiet ever since the revelation. "SHE IS MY MATE DAMM IT!!!!" the Alpha's wolf roared. Valerie only smiled and approached the Alpha. "She was never your mate Alpha" and just like that, Valerie stretched her hands and the Alpha began to experience pain as he whined and clawed.

She knows I don’t want to know anything that happens with her and the others. Not only that, but Alpha King Gabriel has brought in countless troops from the kingdom overseas and we’ve all been getting out of school three hours early every day and spending extra efforts on training for war. His brother will be surprised to know that Gabriel has his own horde of witch/werewolf hybrids. That most of them all have crescent moons on their foreheads puts me at ease with Annalise’s. Theirs are smaller, however. “Get your hands off of me. I don’t fuck around anymore.”

"Miss Sol, can you explain to us what's really going on?" Egmund, one of the pack fighters, finally chose to ask Sol directly. Sol looked at him with dim eyes. The woman was silent for a while before answering everyone's questions in a low voice. "Alpha ... he refused to return to our pack. He joined another pack and found his mate in that pack. I don't know why things turned out this way. But the pack leader and the Alpha's mate ... both of them have the smell of witches on their bodies." "Especially our Alpha mate. She's ... rather than a werewolf, she looks more like a witch."

As I said, it’s not their fault, per se, that they have a dumbass for an Alpha. I actually felt bad for the ones I killed. These wolves suck. They aren’t very well trained. We were making quick work of them when the most intoxicating scent carried across the breeze to me. Smoke and wood into a warm union of clove, amber, sandalwood, and pine blended together, making my senses haywire. ‘MATE!’ I screamed as I realized the only reason I could be smelling such a unique and exquisitely rugged scent here in the forest of Sicily. My head went on a swivel, trying to find the source.

The only sound in the clearing was our ragged, synchronised breathing and the distant rustle of the wind through the trees. The Alpha stayed there for a long time, his weight heavy and grounding. Slowly, he pulled his head back, his amber eyes dimming back to their human hue as he looked at me. There was no more predatory hunger, only a deep, possessive satisfaction. "You're mine now, Willow," he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of my lower lip, which was swollen from my own biting. "The herbs can wait. You aren't going back to that house tonight."