2 Alpha Wolfs Novels & Stories

Then, from somewhere in the forest, a howl split the air. It wasn't the mad howling of rogues. This was different—powerful, commanding, filled with unmistakable authority. An Alpha's call. The rogues froze, their heads swiveling toward the sound. Aria's heart leaped with desperate hope. Someone was coming. But was it friend or foe? A huge wolf exploded from the tree line—larger than any of the rogues, his coat a deep chocolate brown with auburn highlights. His eyes glowed green with Alpha power. He hit the lead rogue like a freight train, his jaws closing around the other wolf's throat.

Nothing disgusts me more than rogues, they had no respect and had a disgusting stench that I can't stand. “Your highness, a few Alphas will be coming to the back according to his highness…" “Five warriors to each pack which their leaders are headed here, not a single scratch must be found on them before they reach the pack." I stopped when I noticed he had something to stay, but he was keeping shut “... What is it, Felix?” “The King's father is on his way as well.” “Do as I say, ten warriors to the King's father instead. Hurry.”

"You can't? Aren't you just like them? I mean, from what I've learned so far, an Alpha is like a king." "I am only an Alpha on the outside, Arwa. A true Alpha has a wolf. A wolf is an important aspect of our life, but I don't have it. Or better yet, I've never shifted." "Why?" she asked softly, inching a bit closer to me. I could smell her, a sweet and flowery fragrance which made me ball my hands into fists. She didn't even realize the effect she had on me, or how badly I wished I could have her. But I had to control myself, because she was not mine to claim. Yet.

But before she could act further, a deep, menacing growl rumbled through the air, vibrating like a thunderous warning. The wolf she had hurled had regained its footing swiftly, and it wasn’t alone. Two more wolves emerged by its side, their eyes glinting with predatory intent. They recognized Amani—the Alpha who had invaded their territory, the formidable leader fiercely defending the two vulnerable omegas. To them, her dedication to these omegas presented a glaring opportunity, a vulnerability they were eager to exploit.

' He snaps. 'War it is!' I say, growling. 'War it is then!' Alpha Zenith yells as he walks back to his warriors. He shifts into an ugly, large, grey wolf. His ear is missing, and he is worn and ragged. I shift into my black wolf and let out a howl, signalling war. In wolf form, my warriors charge toward Alpha Zenith's warriors. I lose sight of him and charge toward the others, attacking us, crashing into them, and biting any area of fur exposed to me.

Said a man, as he slowly came down the stairs, his voice reverberated around the cell. "I'm glad you're finally awake, I could have sworn you were dead," He smiled at her as he came into view, standing in front of her cell. I could tell that he was a high-ranking wolf from the way he carried himself. He wasn't an Alpha, I would have been able to sense that if he had been, but I knew he was most likely a Beta or a Delta, one of the Alpha's second or third in command. The Alphas were the strongest of any wolf pack, they were also the highest and purest of any bloodline, a position which they were born it. The Betas and Deltas were often chosen by the Alphas from the strongest in their packs, u

The Alpha commanded everyone. Five minutes later, everyone, including Luna Lisa, had shifted. The Alpha took the lead, with his wife by his side. Off, the entire pack went running into the woods. Barely thirty minutes into their run, a loud howl filled the night. The entire pack stopped running and turned to the wolf who let out an agonized howl. It turned out to be Luna Lisa. Two female wolves went to her and she let them know the baby was coming. They communicated this to the entire pack using mind-link. At once, the Alpha shifted back to his human form.

I settled into a quiet corner, hoping to lose myself in the story. The book started like any other werewolf novel, talking about full moons and shifting. But then, I turned the page and my breath caught. There was a picture. Not the usual handsome man turning into a wolf, this was different. This wolf was massive with glowing red eyes and thick, dark fur. The caption underneath read, “Cursed Alphas.” It looked… powerful. Intimidating.

I followed Oswald to the door, my heart pounding as I prepared for the battle to come. Outside, the air was thick with tension as wolves gathered, their eyes scanning the darkness for signs of the enemy. The howls grew closer, and then, out of the shadows, they emerged—a pack of rogue wolves, their eyes glowing with a sinister light. At their head was a massive wolf with jet-black fur and piercing red eyes. The shadowy Alpha. He stepped forward, his presence commanding, as the rogues spread out behind him. “Royal Crimson Pack,” he called, his voice deep and resonant. “You’ve meddled in forces beyond your understanding. Hand over the fragments, and I may spare your lives.”

I heard my pack spoken about like a problem to be solved instead of people who bled for this territory. Enough. I moved forward, boots striking wood with deliberate weight, and placed myself between Enid and the elders before anyone could object. It wasn’t a gesture I planned. It just happened, instinct louder than reason. Every gaze locked on me. “Alpha,” one of the elders began. “No,” I said, voice calm and cutting, the way it only got when I was two seconds from losing control. “You’ve spoken enough.” The room stilled. Even the whispers died. I turned slowly, letting my eyes sweep the council. These were wolves who had taught me to ride, to fight, to lead. Wolves who now looked at Enid li