Alphaboy Stories

Năm ba ở Hogwarts đáng lẽ không khác mấy so với trước. Vẫn hành lang đá lạnh, vẫn những tiết học kéo dài, vẫn Harry Potter xuất hiện ở khắp nơi theo cái cách khiến người khác khó chịu. Draco Malfoy đã quen với việc ghét Potter. Ghét cái danh tiếng, cái cách giáo viên nhìn cậu ta, cái vai trò anh hùng mà Potter không bao giờ phải đòi hỏi. Vấn đề là, từ lúc nào đó, Draco không còn chắc mình chỉ đang ghét. Cậu bắt đầu để ý những chi tiết vô nghĩa. Cách Potter im lặng lâu hơn trong lớp Phòng Chống Nghệ Thuật Hắc Ám. Cách cậu ta siết chặt đũa khi Dementor xuất hiện. Cách nụ cười quen thuộc biến mất nhanh hơn Draco nghĩ. Draco tự nhủ đó chỉ là sự quan sát bình thường, là thói quen phân tích đối thủ. Nhưng suy nghĩ ấy không giải thích được vì sao ánh mắt cậu cứ vô thức tìm Potter trong Đại Sảnh. Harry Potter, đến lượt mình, không hề hay biết. Hoặc giả vờ không biết. Năm ba trôi qua với những điều không được gọi tên. Không ai nói ra, nhưng cả hai đều cảm nhận được một thứ gì đó đã lệch khỏi quỹ đạo quen thuộc. Và Draco Malfoy ghét nhất là việc cậu không còn chắc mình muốn đẩy Potter ra xa nữa.

Y/N goes to a party to read her book and avoid social interaction UWU but then her Alpha shows up and changes everything uwu

Mia Mills a nineteen year old wolf who becomes frriends with the alpha Josh White who happens to see her more than a friend

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Jennie Blackpink x Alpha Boy Follow the journey of Jenny Blackpink finding her way through the twisted maze of high school... Wattpad High. Watch as she discovers her feelings of an alpha boy whos identity will be revealed soon... STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT WHO!!!

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The same cold stone corridors. The same long lessons. The same Harry Potter appearing everywhere in that irritating way of his. Draco Malfoy was used to hating Potter. Hating the fame, the way professors looked at him, the role of hero that Potter never had to ask for. The problem was that, at some point, Draco was no longer certain that hatred was all it was. He began to notice insignificant details. The way Potter stayed silent longer than usual in Defence Against the Dark Arts. The way he tightened his grip on his wand when the Dementors appeared. The way that familiar smile vanished faster than Draco expected. He told himself it was nothing more than observation, a habit of studying an opponent. But that explanation did not account for why his eyes kept searching for Potter in the Great Hall without thinking. Harry Potter, for his part, seemed completely unaware. Or perhaps he was pretending to be. The third year passed with things left unnamed. Nothing was said, yet both of them could feel that something had slipped out of its familiar orbit. And what Draco Malfoy hated most was the growing realization that he was no longer sure he wanted to push Potter away.

She was a whisper in the middle of a noisy world. He was the silence that never stopped listening. Aaranya Sharma is soft-spoken, bright, and newly admitted into one of North India's top architecture colleges in Chandigarh. Leaving behind the safety of her school and her small-town life, she's just trying to blend in - not stand out. But fate has other plans. Because Vihaan Malhotra - final-year student, quiet rebel, sketchbook addict, and biker who rides like the wind can hear him - already knows her name. Years ago, before she ever knew he existed, Vihaan saw her once... and never really stopped seeing her. Now, as college life buzzes with chai breaks, late-night submissions, Holi colors, studio pressure, rooftop moments, and shared silences - their paths cross again and again. In the middle of deadlines and group projects, teasing friends and whispered rivalry, something deeper stirs. But Vihaan has secrets. And Aaranya doesn't know yet that she's always been more than just a crush. This is a story of slow glances, near-touches, almosts, and the space between knowing and being known. A love that waited. A girl who had no idea. And a boy who remembered everything.