Three Alpha Mates Novels & Stories

“Three powerful Alphas, one fated she-wolf, and a bond that defies all rules—when darkness threatens to destroy them, only true love can save the day.” On the night of the full moon celebration, Valeria Blackthorn returns to her wolf pack after years of being banished by the Alpha King. However, nothing prepared her for what she stumbles upon— Valeria finds herself irresistibly drawn to three powerful Alphas— each drawn to her, not just by fate but by an undeniable desire too. Unfortunately, Valeria’s return and her newfound controversial mates bring more misfortune than imagined. With the sudden death of the Alpha king and his family, Valeria is painted as a traitor and is forced into hiding, trying to be protected by her mates. As Valeria  battles with her rising emotions, the packs face a looming threat— an exiled Alpha has returned with a deadly ambition to reclaim power, and has his eyes set on Valeria . Caught in a web of passion, rivalry, and betrayal, Valeria  must decide whether to embrace her destiny or risk losing everything she loves. The balance of power—and the survival of the packs—rests in her hands, but with the full moon’s power looming, so does her heart. Will Valeria unlock the power within her to unite the packs and stop the looming danger ahead, or will darkness consume them all as enemies close in from all sides?

For Isolde Ravelyn, the night of her engagement was hell. She not only caught the man she loved cheating in a vulgar manner in a hotel room, but also had to swallow cruel insults that mocked her full-bodied figure weighing 90 kilograms. In the midst of her ruined life and nationwide viral humiliation, a mysterious will pulled her into Blackthorne Mansion—the magnificent residence of the most powerful and feared conglomerate dynasty in the country. However, instead of finding protection, Isolde found herself trapped in a nest of monsters. The three heirs of Blackthorne initially viewed her presence as a threat and tried to drive her away with various suffocating intimidations. Yet hatred slowly turned into dark obsession. All three of them could not resist the surge of desire that ignited every time they saw Isolde’s full, provocative curves. Lucien, the eldest, cold and possessive; Evander, the second son who tempted with sweet deception; and Azriel, the youngest, a mysterious artist with wild fantasies on his canvas. The three of them slowly pulled Isolde into a vortex of forbidden desire, brutally fighting over her body and soul. How can Isolde survive when she is surrounded by three dominant men ready to take turns indulging in her, without knowing that there is a great blood secret that is about to turn the Blackthorne throne upside down?

Gina and I were just ordinary werewolves in the Silver Claw Pack. Our incomes were modest, but we married well. Her mate was the captain of the Silver Claw Pack patrol unit. Mine, the fire squad leader. They grew up together—childhood friends—and were the youngest golden duo in the Werewolf Alliance. On the day we married, our mates each bought us a luxury high-rise apartment on the top floor of the central castle, side by side, with the promise of sharing life and death together. That is, until that fateful night. Rogues broke into the central zone. Chaos reached even the upper levels of our building. The tower caught fire. Amidst the thick smoke, I sent a desperate mind-link to my mate. He blocked it. Turns out, both our mates were busy shielding their shared first love, Lifu. They ignored our calls for help. Gina dragged me as we ran. She was six months pregnant; her pup was already kicking from the panic. Her mate never showed up either. We made it to the stairwell, where we were trapped for five hours. Toxic fumes filled our lungs. I went into labor too early. My pup didn't make it. Gina bled for three days in the hospital. Her pup was gone too. Meanwhile, our mates were digging through the wreckage—twenty-four hours straight—searching for Lifu's lost dog. That was it. Right then and there, Gina and I looked at each other and knew. We were done.

My mother married the ruthless Alpha King, but my fairytale ended the exact second his three monstrous, breathtaking sons cornered me in the dark. I was destined to become a proud Luna who would rule over her domain. Instead, I became a secret captive in my own home. My stepbrothers who want to use my family danger as bargaining power to take my rightful title from me. They hate my ancestry yet they have developed a complete obsession with controlling my behavior which forces me to participate in their twisted survival game where I must meet their deepest needs to survive till morning. The eldest brother—my own fated mate—looks me in the eye and publicly rejects me in front of the entire pack just to break my spirit. They think I am completely ruined. They believe that I exist as a delicate, shattered object who has become ensnared in their seductive, perilous net. But they are dead wrong. Every time I face rejection, every time I get ordered to do something humiliating, and every time someone touches me in secret, these experiences awaken the ancient power of my inner wolf. They believed that by breaking a Luna they could take her crown, but I will rise from the ashes and make all three of my tormentors bow at my feet.

Three years after I died, my mother sent me twenty dollars for living expenses. Three years before that—the first time I ever asked my family for money—she said to me, offhand, "Sometimes I think you're just putting on an act. What's so unsanitary about a thirty-cent boxed meal? And why can't you wear a five-dollar down jacket? Face it, you're just more high-maintenance than your little brother." Later, when I needed twenty dollars to buy some cheap medicine for my stomachache, she blocked me immediately and cut off all contact—along with every relative we had. "Don't contact me anymore. I'm clearly not a good mother. I can't afford to give my son a life of luxury." But for my younger brother, who had just started high school, she spared no expense—renting him a three-bedroom apartment. Even the family dog got its own room. In the end, on the day my brother became the top scorer in the state, she finally remembered me. She took me off her block list and transferred twenty dollars. "It's only twenty dollars. Was it really worth giving your family the silent treatment for three whole years?" What she never knew was this— On the night my stomach ruptured, three years ago, I had already died. I couldn't afford to go to the hospital. I froze to death in the snow.

Warning: Dark shifter romance containing possessive and dangerously obsessive characters, violent power struggles, revenge, emotional manipulation, explicit themes, and intense wild relationship dynamics including MM elements. Enter at your own risk. Anabella Valerio spent years sacrificing herself for a family that only remembered her when they needed saving. The night she publicly destroyed her cheating fiancé and walked away from the empire she helped re-built in silence, she thought she was finally free to claim her real identity She was wrong. Now powerful men are crawling out of the shadows one after another, each obsessed with claiming the cold untamed heiress who refuses to kneel. Hidden bloodlines are awakening, dangerous enemies are watching and the closer they get to Anabella, the more chaotic, territorial and possessive they become. Because some women were never meant to be loved peacefully. They were meant to be fought over… even when the woman herself wants them dead

At the factory, my arm is pulled into a machine. After the surgery, the factory supervisor tells me it's my fault. Because of my arm, the machine has to be shut down for repairs, and every day of downtime will cost them millions. "Someone has to take responsibility for this, Zachary," the supervisor tells me. "It wouldn't make sense to demand millions from you, so just compensate us with 300,000—that's all." Under their threats—and my family's desperate begging—I sign the IOU for 300,000. With one arm gone, I can no longer find a job. All I can do is collect trash to repay the debt. While picking up bottles outside a restaurant one day, I hear the factory supervisor laughing and bragging inside. "Actually, that one-armed guy didn't violate any rules. In fact, the HQ gave three million dollars in compensation. My house and car? All bought with that money," he said. "I mean, who'd ever find out? With that debt hanging over him, he's probably already run off somewhere." Shaken by the news, I stagger onto the street. A truck roars out of nowhere, slamming into me and throwing me 16 feet across the road. When I open my eyes again, I had returned to the day I lost my arm.

Sumico Kammal Lowie – a young, beautiful, and talented girl in linguistics. When she was born, there was a psychic saying that she’ll lead her happy, joyful and exultant life when she’s grown up later on. In the age of twenty three years old, she’s worked as a CEO’s secretary in one of the biggest companies producing and selling stationery sets. The CEO is her boyfriend as well as her future husband. However, when the day of their marriage is drawing and drawing to a close, Sumico finds out that her future husband is cheating on her with her elder sister. In the middle of her quandary whether to put her relationship to a complete end or not, Sumico bumps into Virando Augustin Kuandy – the CEO of The Persephone Hotel; actually he isn’t an ordinary human, who’s searching for three drops of blood from a virgin woman who loves him and whom he loves in the humans-realm.

On our third wedding anniversary, I received a cake from my husband. It had the names Clarisse Burke and Antonio Carey written on it, along with Happy Third Anniversary. But I felt like I'd been plunged into ice. That wasn't my name. Clarisse was his secretary. Sure enough, I saw my cake in Clarisse Burke's latest post, labeled Iva Grant and Antonio Carey. [Three years, and someone's already treating me like his wife.] Below, there was a comment. [Delete that post! The cakes got mixed up. Don't let Iva find out.] That was when I realized he had planned every romantic surprise in pairs. Holding my phone, I laughed at his pathetic attempt to cover it up. But I was done. I started planning my exit.

Kirsty had a troubled past.Now she's in trouble again.Last time she had her sister, but her sister can't help her again.Who will she ask to help her escape from her tormentor?Tank has had a rough couple of months.He was shot, his sister had been brutally beaten and now he's been dumped by the he has been casually seeing for the past 6 months.Will anyone be caught in the fallout of the crossfire?Two worlds collide when Tank is forced to babysit Kirsty. Can they turn the hate into something more?Or will the rose wither and die?