2 Alpha Wolfs Novels & Stories

Laura kept examining Cuthbert. "Do you want to know?" Cuthbert turned to look straight into Laura's mischievous eyes, smirking dangerously. Laura was slightly startled; she silently nodded. Cuthbert didn't mean to hide it either, he explained: "When an Alpha takes this medicine, you can do whatever you want; the time is two days. Contrary to Alpha, if Omega is human, the temperament will become fierce, but if Omega is a werewolf, then… will be terrible." "Have you tested this potion on both humans and werewolves with Omega attributes?" Laura couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked Cuthbert.

She definitely sees him. He looks different from all the other wolves, he stands out magnificently. He is bigger and fiercer than the rest of them. His fur. Boy, his fur. His fur is pure white. She suddenly feels the itch to go closer to him and wrap her arms around him. At this point all the wolves have stopped training and are staring at her. They have to be able to communicate with each other because Jason turns to them and growls then as one, they all bow their heads to her, bending one of their forelimbs and their body going back a bit.

He kept wiping his sweaty palms on his dark trousers looking out the windshield as if we were driving straight off a cliff. “No, Dane,” I replied dryly, staring out the window at the passing trees. “It is actually a terrible idea. We are driving directly into a camp of feral and angry wolves led by a man who wants to rip my father's throat out. But I am the future Alpha of this territory. I do what I have to do.” Dane swallowed hard with his Adam's apple bobbing in his thick neck. “Right. Of course, sir.” I leaned my head against the glass, holding back a bitter and sarcastic laugh. What a massive lie.

But they stood. We all stood. Adele moved closer, her flank brushing mine, steadying herself—and me. The trees parted. Wolves emerged from the shadows. Not rogues. Not enemies. But alphas. Dozens of them. Every alpha from every pack stepped into the clearing—bigger, stronger, radiating raw fury. And behind them? Their warriors. Lines and lines of them, each one glaring daggers at the rogues still snarling around us. The rogues froze.

I couldn’t help but laugh as he growled his eyes flicking between his own and those of his wolf. “I’m already entertaining your first request do not push me. Otherwise, you’ll find yourselves in a situation you won’t want to be in.” He may not have the power or strength to single handily harm us, but they did have the numbers. Even with mine and Lil’s power combined we may not be able to take them all. “As you’re a she-wolf I won’t use a weapon I give you my word. Let’s face it I won’t need it to break her pretty little ass.” The men again laughed as they encouraged their Alpha.

The sound echoed loudly, silencing the entire area, as the terrified onlookers experienced firsthand the terror of being in the presence of an alpha. The hunters gulped, preparing their weapons as the massive wolf charged toward them. "Enough!" Slav barked. "Damn it! Open fire! Bring it down! It's an Alpha! Take it down!" Werewolves differed from regular wolves not just in size and strength but also in the terrifying aura they exuded, capable of paralyzing one's soul and rendering them immobile, almost as if trapped in a trance.

The cries of the wounded, the roar of the wolves, and the clang of metal on metal reverberated through the air, a symphony of war. Draven, his body a tapestry of cuts and bruises, fought like a man possessed. He was a whirlwind of fury, his every movement a testament to his raw power. He was a bulwark against the tide of Mateo”s forces, a wall of bone and muscle that refused to be broken. Finally, he found Mateo, his face contorted in a mask of rage and desperation. The two alpha wolves locked eyes, their gaze a silent war. The air crackled with anticipation. The battle between the two alpha wolves was a spectacle of raw power and primal fury. Their movements were a blur of claws and teeth,

He was terrified. Suddenly, the bushes at the edge of the clearing rustled violently, and Alpha Rollins burst through, his massive wolf form emerging from the shadows. His fur was a dark, almost black, shade of brown that blended with his eyes color. His eyes, glowing a fierce amber, were locked onto the rogues, blazing with fury. Rollins was enormous, even for a wolf—his powerful muscles rippling under his fur, his sharp teeth bared in a vicious snarl.

"But they can't take what is mine." Suddenly, the headlights broke through the mist, blinding and harsh. Three heavy armored vehicles tore into the courtyard, spinning to a halt and kicking up dirt and ash. The doors flew open, and a dozen large, broad-shouldered wolves stepped out, their expressions grim, their eyes already glowing with alpha dominance. In the center of the line stood Alpha Jerome, his graying hair slicked back, a cruel, arrogant smile stretching across his face as he looked at the wreckage of our family home.

Fearing his wrath, they swiftly released me and backed away. No wolf could disobey a direct order from an alpha, especially a true Alpha, unless they were rogue. Rogues were banished or lone wolves who had lost their sanity and remained in their beast form with blood-red eyes. Known for their brutality and ruthlessness, they spared no one in their path, not even alphas. I rushed into his embrace, relief washing over me as I sought solace in his arms. He held me tightly, exuding the scent of fresh grass and musk. Tilting my head up, he gently held my chin and locked his ocean-blue eyes with mine.