Albus X Scorpius Novels & Stories

After all the effort of putting on the outfit, removing was also too much effort. He joined his mother and father at the front, both of them already shifted. His mother's wolf was pure white. It was tradition that Lunas were usually white to represent power and purity however there have been instances of Luna's being other colours. Alpha's were either black or a dark grey, there was no other colour that they could be. His father wasn't an exception, with a muscular shape, he stood out from the rest of the pack.

Horus believed my lies and was pleased to think that his enemy was suffering, and had no plans of taking revenge. However, I failed to give Kennis an heir he desperately wanted and started seeking out other women; he became so desperate that he'd accidentally kill them in fits of anger. I was smart to be clear of him then, because I knew he'd come back, after all, I had his beloved mate's scent. And he did, however, one day he told me he wanted to bring a Luna. There was a prophecy that only a Luna, his lycan, could give him an heir, and Alistair had chosen. So, I pushed down my jealousy, anger, and sadness and agreed to it. "She would leave after he got what he wanted, and I'd be the mother

“I don’t have any idea for that, mom.” “I understand. You still can’t believe this fact. You’re not the omega of Jungle Power.” Mom took a breath. “And the fact that you are the omega of Crescent Scarlet.” I was indeed surprised, even more so about the wolf in my body. From the very beginning I noticed a strange thing, maybe if someone else’s wolf had slightly rough and slightly light colored hands as well as sharp and strong claws. My wolf is not, even I feel that my wolf is an albino wolf.

I nodded shakily, glancing at Zelda, who didn't know what was happening then. I took two quick steps forward, but she raised her hands for me to stay where I was, "Please let me know what I should do with Blood Canine." She shook her head, "nothing." "Nothing?" I was getting a little angry. "If I just do nothing, Alpha Tristan will kill me." "You mean your mate, Akasha?" "He's not my mate, and I'm not what you say I am." She smiled at me as I came closer, whispering, "You don't think the color of your eyes is because you are of mixed breed, do you?"

With his long legs and broad shoulders, Nox stepped forward. “I can always make you, Lilac. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten that?” He said darkly. Again, past Lilac would’ve been horrified, betrayed even, to hear Nox saying those words—threatening to use his other ability on us. Nox was a wolf with one of the highest pedigree’s our kind has ever seen. That’s typically what happened when two mates reproduced. Any child they had would inherit a combination of each parent’s abilities, which is exactly what happened with Nox.

An Alpha versus another. Kylian launched at Knox with a jab to his side, forcing a release of the man whose wolf clearly had no energy left to fight back. Knox howled in pain as he regarded the wolf that had interrupted his fun. The scent was familiar and distinct too. Kylian's wolf was brown with black highlights and crimson–red eyes.

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.

He growled, and the sound vibrated as it hummed from his throat. “Stop playing Xerxes, you know my name is Meadow.” The she-wolf stepped up to him and nudged him with her snout. He smelt of pine cones and cherries. The wolf was caught off guard as the she-wolf licked the side of his face. “I am not Xerxes,” the wolf groaned. Meadow was confused. “What should I call you then?” Meadow purred, thinking that her mate likes role-playing. “I am Alazar,” he rumbled proudly.

But modesty is still valued in the human world, so we know to cover up. “Alpha Scarlett.” I hear a familiar voice call out. I turn to see Alpha Connor running towards us. “Alpha Connor. Good to see you. Just wish it could be under better circumstances.” I say to him. Alpha Connor is closer to my parent’s age than to mine but wasn’t mated until he was a bit older, so his pups aren’t yet old enough to take over his pack. He may not be a spring chicken anymore, but he’s still one hell of an Alpha. And he has the handsome good looks of a matinee idol with piercing blue eyes, a strong, square jawline and salt and pepper grey hair.

Four men stood around her but they weren't just men, she could smell it on them, that distinct Alpha scent that was impossible to miss even through the water and her own exhaustion. Four Alphas, all watching her with varying expressions. What the hell? One of them was holding his jaw where she'd hit him and he had dark hair and looked seriously pissed off about being punched. Another had red hair and was clearly trying not to laugh at the whole situation. The third had silver streaked through his black hair and was watching her like a soldier assessing a potential threat. The last had golden hair and green eyes that were studying her with disturbing intensity. Then the red haired one burst o