Controllingalpha Stories

They say a Luna stands beside her Alpha. They don't tell you what happens when he decides she stands too close to his throne. Kaia built this pack with her own blood. Not as a symbol. Not as a mate. But as the reason they survived. And everyone knows it. So when whispers begin- when loyalty starts shifting- when the pack starts looking at her instead of him- Alpha Rowan does the unthinkable. He doesn't replace her. He doesn't exile her. He destroys her reputation instead. Accused. Judged. Cast out by the very wolves she protected. And the man who marked her? He lets it happen. But Rowan made one mistake. He thought breaking her would make her weaker. He didn't know Kaia was carrying something far more dangerous than betrayal. He didn't know the truth she chose not to speak. He didn't know that losing her... would be the beginning of his downfall. Because the Luna he tried to control... Is about to become something no Alpha can command.

This story is available on Radish. (Link/Info in my profile) Every single year, every unmated wolf travels to the small town of Westwick, Utah, a designated no man's land within the numerous packs of the United States... the home of the highly anticipated Westwick Ball. A large gathering of werewolves solely designed to aid in the effort of finding a mate. Every year, hundreds of werewolves end their night in their mate's arms. What will this year bring? {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{} Lana Nicole Mercier is human. Or so she thinks. Under questionable circumstances, she leaves her perfectly cozy college life for the holidays in order to meet the absentee father she never in her life put much thought into. He pulls her into a supernatural world filled standards and traditions for women... or as they say, she-wolves. Lana Nicole, however, has never been one to conform or submit to anyone's standards. At least until HE catches a glimpse of her. River Miguel Carson, one of the Ten Grand Alphas, was born and raised to be the ruthless leader of a pack. Despite his many accomplishments, female conquests, and feral public image... River has always been a man of tradition whom above all desires the one thing that has alluded him for twenty-three years: his perfect little mate. A pretty little thing that he was raised to protect, pamper, and rule over. Little did he know what fate had in store for him at the Westwick Ball.

Crysta was a shifter, well, a werecat. She could morph, but was one of the weaker cats in her house. She can only shift into a snow white kitten. She was very soft, but couldn't do any more. One day, while she was training, she met someone she didn't want to meet. Those words that day closed her fate, no matter what she did... "Your Mine!" He growled at me. I mewled in surprise and ran. I was still as my kitten form and didn't have any clothes. The man behind me shifted, his bones cracking, and I widened my eyes. He was a werewolf. A HUGE one. I prayed inside my head to not be caught. Suddenly, I took a turn and smacked the huge, old, fragile oak tree. Hissing slightly at the pain, I kept running. It was too late, I was soon trapped. Wolves surrounded me, and I hissed. I couldn't show weakness. "Stand Down!" The voice from before snapped. Wait, he shifted and had clothes?? Maybe I ran into their territory. I sniffed the air...... Where was home? How about that sneak peak eh? Enjoy!