Wrong Table, Right Alpha Novels & Stories

“No pressure, then.” Corvin arched a brow. “You’re already under it. You just keep pretending you’re not.” Silence stretched between us, heavy with things I didn’t want named. “What happens,” I asked finally, “if the Alpha rejects the bond?” Corvin didn’t answer right away. He stared into his mug, jaw tightening. “Then the fire looks elsewhere,” he said. “And gods help anyone standing in its path.” My wolf snarled uneasily. I stood, heart pounding. “You’re saying she’s dangerous.”

“They haven't given you a name yet, I guess. That's okay, I'll bring you some food because I know you're starving." She gave me one last fake smile before slamming the door shut and vanishing from the room far enough to create an echo. Aside from a phone charger, an alarm clock, and some headache medication, the bedside tables were nearly empty when I turned to investigate the bedroom. The majority of Alpha's wardrobe was made up of button-up shirts and black jeans, so I went on to the closet area. The accessories exhibit was adorned with around twelve pairs of shoes, timepieces, and ties at its base. I questioned how he'd amassed such wealth.

Through the narrow gap, I saw Richard adjusting Lynn’s IV with careful hands, his long fingers moving gently, his expression calm, almost tender. Lynn lay on the bed, fragile and glowing like the Moon Goddess herself had chosen her. That kind of devotion, that kind of instinct… it was what an Alpha showed only to the woman he intended to make his Luna. My chest seized so violently I could barely breathe. Tears spilled hot down my cheeks. Don’t you dare cry! Lily’s snarl ripped through me. We are she-wolves. Even if abandoned, even if discarded, we hold our heads high when we walk out of the pack hall. Ann, look up.

An Alpha is possessive, they take and claim, they don´t share, or wait for their mate to be ready, or get her head out of her ass. I don´t know where all of this is coming from, or who the woman who answered was, but I looked at them and took a deep breath: "Please..."

Especially since our lips promised the deal was for one time only. Keeping my eyes anchored straight to the dark territory road before our bumper, my skin feels his alpha gaze tracking my side profile. “Yeah, your wolf tracks the correct calculation,” he rumbles after a short beat of quiet. “Our bodies failed to even navigate our way to the executive worktable as it is.” “Or the regulation pool table.” “Our animals definitely fucked straight on the pool table,” Kael says, his upper lip curling into a low alpha smirk. "My memory distinctly logs the data of your sharp high heel getting stuck deep inside the corner pocket while my mouth was eating your wet center."

The forest opened into a wide clearing, moonlit and quiet, the air colder here, sharper, humming with the invisible barrier that separated their land from the next pack’s. Declan’s wolf stepped beside him, fur bristling. “Alpha… once we cross, we’re exposed, you know that, right?” Derek didn’t look at him. His gaze stayed locked on the darkness ahead. His wolf turned his head, meeting his Beta’s eyes. For a moment, the rage softened — not much, but enough to acknowledge the loyalty standing beside him. He dipped his head once.

One of the rogues cursed under his dying breath, and without hesitation, the Alpha dug his sword right into him, taking his head off completely. I looked away in fear, wishing I hadn't come into the woods in the first place. Suddenly I wished I had stayed back, but the thoughts of Victoria in my space made me so sick in my stomach. “I can see you’d prefer dying out here than getting out of here,” The Alpha from earlier glared at me. I snapped back to reality staring at him standing in all his 6’1 muscular glory. His green icy eyes glared at me. “I…” I stuttered.

“Nothing like the pain of a loss to ignite the flame of her anger!” “I understand...” Victoria said, lowering her snout. “As you wish, my king!” A sinister smile hovered on Victoria's lips before the memory was interrupted. “NO...” I shouted, taking a few steps back, feeling that I was losing strength. I looked at the alpha, who approached and stopped to sniff me. “SAY THAT SHE'S LYING!” His gaze was filled with tears. “DON'T CRY, MY FAVORITE LITTLE WOLF,” the witch said maliciously. “HE'S AN ALPHA, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT FROM HIM?”

“The affiliation with Green Howling Pack never happened, the Alpha's death was just used as a pawn for cover-up as resources from the company kept going to the wrong account and company in disguise of the name behind Green Howling Pack.” Isabella slammed the table and got up, her red-painted nails pointing sharply at me in rage and I flinched for a second before regaining my composure. “This is barbaric, Green Howling Pack was signed by the Alpha by himself!” She yelled and the other nodded. “The Alpha ignorantly signed what he wasn't aware of, the majority of the resources that were supposed to be sent to Green Howling were sent to Brick Cables in Midnight Shade!” I fired and her skin turne

She said, her voice becoming shaky. Now it was my turn to frown; I didn’t understand what was wrong with a Beta. They were high-ranking wolves; of course, not as high ranking as Alpha’s, but they were higher ranking than Gamma’s. Alex is a gamma warrior, not even the head gamma. So, I wasn’t sure what was wrong with being mated to a beta. “Is something wrong?” He asked, worry returning to his voice. His breathing became heavy, and I thought she was about to have a panic attack.