303 Book(s) Related to The Alpha

Have you ever wondered what happens to a werewolf cast out by her own pack? I used to believe it meant death—pure and simple.

"Evira, stop playing the victim. You're nothing but a burden to this family." My father's parting words sliced into me like shards of ice, freezing the wound that never healed.

On that storm-lashed night, I curled up in the dim corner of a cave, my tainted blood burning like fire yet chilling me to the bone. No doctor to ease the pain, no family to hold me, no shred of hope left. They'd stripped me bare—my pack, my pride, my very will to survive.

But destiny had other plans—it wasn't done with me yet; it twisted my path in ways I never imagined.

Five years can reshape a soul. As I strode back into Moon Shadow territory, no one knew the broken girl they'd once branded a 'half-breed outcast.' The scars of my past had forged this truth in me: the sweetest revenge isn't hatred—it's rising above, living a life brighter than they ever dreamed I could.

Four years ago, I gave birth to triplets—three wolf pup babies with golden eyes.

From that moment, I knew my life had changed forever.

For four years, I've lived like a fugitive, hiding with my children in the most run-down corner of Brooklyn, running a pathetic little coffee shop. Every full moon night, I had to hold down their trembling little bodies with all my strength, keeping their wild nature from awakening. Every time someone stared at them a second too long, my heart would leap into my throat.

I thought we could stay hidden forever.

Until that man appeared again.

I grew up in the slums—no father, no real home, and a foster mother who drowned herself in alcohol every night. She was volatile, often violent, yet she was also the woman who picked me up from the roadside and kept me alive. For eighteen years, I learned to survive between rusted alleyways and crumbling buildings, learned not to bend under fate, and learned to look down on those cowards who preyed on the weak.

To protect others, I often fought until my knuckles split open; to protect myself, I buried all my rage deep inside. I thought this was the life I was destined for—poverty, violence, chaos, but real in a way that still felt like mine.

Until one day, a group of strangers stepped into my shabby apartment and told me, “Zara, you don’t belong here. You’re our lost Alpha heir.”