3 Alpha Wolves Novels & Stories

"Since they started marking you." Something moved in my chest, not my heartbeat or even my wolf. My spine bent slightly on its own. My vision shifted at the edges, the forest sharpening into silver detail and every leaf, shadow, breath rising from the wolves around me in small white clouds. I could smell their deference. I didn't know how, but I could. "Moon Alpha," the first man said again, softer this time. "The pack has been without an anchor for fifteen years. We've been waiting for the one the marks would choose, the one the blood..."

"And if anyone in that hall looks at the three of us with anything less than complete respect I am going to say something about it." Thorian received all three with the patient warmth he had been developing for the better part of a year. "The first two are acceptable," he said. "For the third: the pack will be respectful. I will make that clear before the ceremony begins." "You are very confident," I said. "I have been their Alpha for eleven years," he said. "I know my pack." "And if you are wrong?" I said. "I am not wrong," he said. "And if I were, which I am not, you would say something, and I would be entirely and without reservation on your side."

I tell them. “Good,” my father says. “Jax, inform the remaining alphas to return another day—including Alpha Caleb and Luna Marcie.” Jax nods. Moments later, three large black wolves emerge from the forest. They shift behind the trees and step forward fully dressed. We exchange bows before introductions begin. Two are mated. One is younger—newly an Alpha. We talk briefly. And we wait. “For Herk?” one of them mutters. “I’ve heard he’s not the most trustworthy Alpha.”

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.

a young wolf shouted, joining the chorus of voices filled with confusion and concern. Both wolves scrambled to their feet, shaking off debris and fur. Dad’s wolf, relentless, caught Alpha off guard with a furious growl. He lunged at William, clamping his teeth down hard on the Alpha wolf’s neck. The Alpha howled in pain, bucking wildly in an attempt to assert his dominance over the Beta wolf.

Growling in frustration helped to relieve some of my pent-up irritation but not enough, these wankers really needed to say something that made sense to me. “We think you came from a family of Alphas, or Betas at the very least.” Alpha Brock glared at his Beta with daggers, before three sets of eyes were trained on me, frozen open and staring. The three sets of wolves they belonged to were waiting on baited breath for my response to the crock of shit that had just spilled from Beta Petes mouth.

Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts. This year was our turn to hold the annual Alpha meeting. Ever since Mykel stepped up and took over from his father, he had avoided each one with the excuse he wasn’t ready. But not this year, had we refused to accommodate it would have been seen as a great disrespect to the surrounding packs as well as those who are coming from further away.

“But, we are not pushovers. We strive to live in peace but the Redwood Pack are no cowards. We are beastmen but we are not monsters. We will fight! And we will die fighting to protect our beliefs and our pack!” The Alpha’s booming voice resonates in each and every one’s heart. Their eyes shined with an unshakeable fervor to fight for what they believe, and to protect what is important for them. After the crowd disperses, the elite wolf warriors went to have a meeting with the alpha and luna. Allona, Ronnie and George also joined. They need to develop a plan and strategy to maximize their advantage real fast. A scheme to thwart any unscrupulous attack of the enemy pack. A back up plan was als

he says as he scrunches up his nose. He looks at me knowingly, and I purse my lips and avoid eye contact. "Both of us?" Mavy asks and shoots me a glance. "Mavy must have rubbed off on me Alpha." Alpha's are bigger, better, and their senses are 10 times stronger than the average wolf. I know he could see through my lie. "Hmm..." Alpha Joshua murmurs. He seemed to be mulling something over as Mavy ripped open the bag of chocolates.

And the similarity between them was the hatred for the werewolves who took their mother away from them. It was hard not to be distracted by so much interesting content, but finally, almost at the end, they got what they were looking for. Huge wolves formed by shadows stamped the page of the book. Kyria yawned and watched as she looked at the picture. The creatures were fierce, but they had a wise look, an ancient look. Kyria stepped away for a moment, that look gave her a shiver in the spine for some reason. "The first wolves were not divided into alphas or omegas, nor could they take human form." Nayssa began to read and Kyria leaned her head on her shoulder to see better.