3 Alpha Wolves Novels & Stories

He turns around and looks at me. “What did you do today?” He asks. “Nothing,” I reply and he gives a half smile that does not touch his tired eyes. “So your name’s Derek?” I ask out of the blues and the way his eyes widen in astonishment tells me I caught him off guard. “Yes,” he says, quickly picking himself up from the shock. “How did you know that?” He asks softly. “The scary wolf with black eyes called you Derek. Is he the Alpha?” “Right, Nate. Uh, he’s not the Alpha. He’s my best friend. One of the strongest werewolves in the territory.”

Those were their trophies. “Hunters,” I whispered to myself. “Rasia….” My father’s voice cracked through the noise. He was the Alpha of our small pack. He was strong and looked unbreakable. U turned towards him…running. But I never reached him. A blast goes off. The shockwave threw me into the dirt as pain exploded through my shoulder. I immediately tasted blood. When I looked up, the elder’s hall was burning. Wolves I trained with, fighters, are dropping like flies as silver bullets pierce through them.

The same smell that had been in my nightmares. One of them—the tallest—spoke first. His voice was calm. “The White Wolf. Awake at last.” Damon stepped in front of me. He was ready to fight. “You’re on Silver Crest land " he said. "Leave.. Die.” The tall one laughed. A short laugh. “We’re not here for your pack Alpha. We’re here for her.” My wolf growled inside me. A low growl came out of my throat. The tall one tilted his head. "You feel it don’t you? The pull. The destiny. You were born to end this.. To save it.. Either way—you end with us.”

“I have the latest updates from the medical wing and the burial arrangements. The sixty deceased will be buried tomorrow in the royal cemetery with full honors. Elara has confirmed that the remaining twenty survivors are stable for now, though three are still critical. The families have been notified and are being escorted to the palace for the ceremony. Also, the southern houses sent a formal letter of protest regarding Seraph’s arrest. They are demanding a public explanation and a trial. Corvin’s signature is on it.” I listened quietly, my expression unchanged. After a short pause I asked, “Can a beta smell like an omega?” Alastair blinked once, clearly caught off guard by the sudden quest

“Rest now. Feel your pups move. Know that you are cradled by three alphas who choose you every day. Together. No more cracks tonight. Only strength.” I closed my eyes, surrounded by their heat and the constant, reassuring pressure of their hands on my swollen belly. The flutters continued inside, strong and steady. The argument had been faced. The cracks had been named and acknowledged. The bond between my alphas, though tested, still held. For now. I was theirs. All of theirs. And they were learning, slowly and painfully, how to share the deepest parts of that claim without breaking. The external threats loomed larger outside the Den, but inside, for this moment, the triad remained whole.

One good thing was that he was the size of an average Alpha, which is 3 times larger than the normal canis lupus, huge compared to a non-Alpha Werewolf. "We fricca alive wið wægn môna. We wagian geond ðurhscînendlic hwæðere r¯æsan swilce man. Sigehrêðig w¯æren dôð heofoncandel gyden, ûser wuldorlic ansund nergend." The Alpha spoke through the mental mind-link. The whole pack repeated the phrase until it became a chant, the whole pack link loaded with pure energy. Then they ran.

Wait till she hears this. After the war and the creation of the very first Alpha, Beta and Gamma, they ruled the werewolves in harmony. Overtime, the job got too heavy for just three of them, so they appointed strong wolves, giving them their blood, which automatically made them Alpha, Beta and Gamma bloods. These same Alpha, Beta and Gamma wolves that we know now, like Luka, Niall, Asia and Jared, were all made high ranking wolves by the very first Alpha Beta and Gamma. Wait till they hear this.

ALPHA GREY And so was Alpha Grey and his pack of nine wolves born. I still think of the number nine as my lucky number, and smile when those first days come to mind-being an Alpha of Rogue Wolves consisting of seven males and two females, including one particularly old one, and a young, juvenile one- and responsible for every one of them. Our first meeting at the rock I chose showed the orientation of these wolves after decades of lawlessness. They gathered around me in a haphazard manner, and I gave instructions to maintain order.

Making them understand that it was better to space out social evenings Above all, Chris' lessons helped me understand the very fragmented hierarchy of wolves. At the very top of the food chain, there is the alpha k-one and its premium pack, composed of betas, who run the whole territory; and, below comealphaAlpha k-two, who manage the following ranks, reporting to the previous ones, the alpha k takes care of several small packs, made up of the alpha k and their very close families. All of these are protected by unbound betas and served by omegas. The latter are the most numerous wolves; however, they cannot transform, having no access to their animal party, and they are also less instinctiv

Stronger than normal men, it was like each of them had the power of three. It was hard to believe but the pack came to live with it. Growing up, it was discovered that the triplets got their wolves at the same time and when time increased, it was revealed that they share the same wolf. The triplet had one wolf. Will have one mate and will be the Alphas of the pack, together. Trouble loomed on the roof of the pack house because of this. ^ ^ ^ In The Highschool Passage: