3 Alphas Novels & Stories

His voice is even but dripping with anger. “And you.” Hank turns to Mason. “You should know better than to engage with assholes like this.” “Excuse me?” One of the men snarls. “I’m Kane Constantine, and this is Axel. We are …” “The Alphas, we’re all well aware of that,” Hank cuts him off bitterly. “Which makes your behaviour even worse. You’d never tolerate a couple of strangers coming into your pack land and behaving like idiots.” Alphas, huh? So, these guys are a big deal.

“Let’s finish the job before we end up as something’s dinner.” He turned on me, stepping over the burning debris with a murderous look. “No! No, please, let me go!” I scrambled backward on my good leg, but he kept coming. “The Alpha asked us to bring you back safely,” he spat. “But our Luna wants you dead. You were never fit to be Luna anyway.” He raised his hand, and his claws grew out. “HELP…!” My scream died in my throat as blood splattered everywhere. The wet liquid streamed down my face and my clothes; I could feel the blood slipping into my eyes.

Me? Could I actually be an Alpha?

"Those are the ones, yes." "They're Alphas." She said it like she was reminding herself of a fact she needed to hold onto. "Three Alphas from three different territories. That's not….is that even possible?" "Apparently it is." I leaned against the opposite shelf. "I asked myself the same question and nobody had a satisfying answer."

They were cruel. If not treated, the 3K's could lose their lives. Damn, I brought them into this situation. "Isn't it obvious? I want to kill you three. The three great Alphas," Lucy laughed devilishly as if she were possessed by a demon. My eyes widened upon realizing that they were Alphas. Uncle Zorious had told me about them. Alphas are the leaders of wolves.

If he was offering a moment of calm, she wasn’t about to shatter it. “What’s your name?” she asked hesitantly. “I mean... who are you, exactly?” “Gillow Rain, Alpha of the South of Homeland.” Arda blinked. “Are there... other Alphas?” “Yes. One for the North, East, and West.” Her chest tightened. “So which of them wants me dead?” “All three.” For a moment, Arda’s heart seemed to stop. Her hand flew to her chest, her breath hitching as though she were on the verge of a heart attack.

When the order is complete, they would present themselves to the country as a whole. I stopped reading. My country is ruled by seven Alphas from the seven branches of the Council. The main three are the Prime Alpha, Beta, and Delta. The last order ruined my life and now, their sons were about to take over and wreak even more havoc on us all.

Their eyes shocked in horror, mouths muffled incoherent words before Vampire ran up with a small giggle in between while swinging her own weapon. That was the last view before they fell into a dream realm. On the other hand, a few Wolf and Shepherd members gathered around. They were small in numbers and also were experimental subjects. “Alphas!” One of Wolf’s members gathered. “Betas!” The Alphas greeted them. Wolf had three power hierarchies: Alpha, Beta, and Gamma. Alpha was the leader and consisted of two people. Beta was the second in command and had four members while Gamma was the last in command, and had eight members.

I hear Hardin retort with that loving prideful tone of voice, and I had to force myself to not smile. But...awww, how can I not love him when he isn't the slightest bit ashamed of loving me so much? "We have three weeks left and so far we have twenty five Alphas on board." I start off, sliding the contracts across the desk to the two men as they sit. "That leaves what...thirty-three?" Caine raises his eyebrow, seemingly not worried by the number. "Twenty eight." I correct. "Vincent, Morris, Peter, Lewis and Sands...let's just say they're no longer a problem."

The Alpha stepped forward holding a whip—thin, cruel leather—and I felt my throat tighten. “Beta punishment,” he said casually. “Twelve lashes for disrespect.” “This is stupid,” I snapped. “You’re stupid. This whole—” The first lash hit my back before I could finish, a hot line of fire slicing across my skin, and I hissed through my teeth, gripping the pole they tied me to, refusing to bend. “Count,” the Alpha ordered. “No,” I whispered. The second lash struck harder and someone recorded it, murmuring, “Damn, he’s not even crying.”