Alfa Canis Majoris Novelas e Histórias

“Jordan?” Jordan quickly opened his eyes, and smiles filled his face. “You’re awake. And you just got your wolf. Doctor Greg… Please come.” ** The doctor checked my pulse with smiles on his face. Placing the stethoscope back around his neck, he began. “Alpha, your breeder is really exceptional. Have you heard of the Gifted Wolf?” “Gifted Wolf? I have heard a little about it. But I have never seen one. What is it?” Jordan curled his brows.

I moved to the bed, sitting beside Sane Who's face was terrified as she explained how her father had caught Amelia with black magic in the past. I was moved to believe her, but then magics, spells and charms didn't work on the Alphas. "I'm an Alpha, magic doesn't work on me, Sane. Are you sure of what you're talking about?" I asked calmly, while taking in her countenance. I didn't see Sane as someone who could just make up stories, but then I still needed to make my investigations because everything was off about the way I got pulled to Amelia, it just didn't feel normal, even though it's known that the Alphas are not gotten by magics, black or not.

"What can you tell me about that one?" Balfour's smile returned full force. "Ah yes, that magnificent piece depicts the First Alpha, Fenris Cross, who founded our pack over three centuries ago.” ‘Legend has it he could shift into a wolf the size of a small house, and his howl could be heard for fifty miles in every direction. He unified the warring packs of the northern territories through a combination of strategic alliances and, when necessary, overwhelming force. The artist who created this was actually..." Carter let Balfour's cheerful, deep voice fade into the background noise as he took in his environment more carefully, scanning the place for potential escape routes.

The distinct sound of claws scratching the carpet as they pound through the hallway has my knives ready, but Devlin just stands in the middle of the hallway, eyes locked in the noise's direction with her hands clenched by her sides. She takes a deep breath and unclenches her hands. She shoots a lopsided smile my way before tipping her chin as she prepares herself for what's to come. A rough-looking mutt prowls around the corner with its sights set on Devlin. She hasn’t moved a muscle, but this light brown wolf that’s no taller than her waist isn’t what I pictured the future Alpha of the pack looking like. He moves closer to us with his head down and his teeth bared. He’s still larger than an

I hissed in danger when I saw Alpha's familiar face had trapped me into this disgusting place, and now he was standing in front of me. The Alpha was named Alaric Damian. His tall and big body stood upright with his handsome face looking at me arrogantly. On his lips was embedded a big cigarette with smoke billowing in the air. Behind his body was a red-eyed wolf who looked at me with a hungry look. My body got goosebumps as Alpha Alaric grinned and pressed me down with Alpha's pheromone. My animal instincts were certainly so scared that the wolf in my body ran into the darkest corner.

​Then the attackers parted. A new wolf enter‌ed. Bigger than an⁠y I'd s​een y​et. Eas‍il‌y​ e‌ight feet at the shoulder.​ Black coa‌t with silver streaks running through it like lightnin‍g. Scars c‍risscrossi⁠ng his​ massive head and f‌l​anks. Yellow e​yes tha‍t glow‌ed with intelligence‌ and​ ra⁠ge‍. Alpha​ D‍ominic‌.

That was totally forbidden, although the only thing we had in common was the existence of the Alphas, Betas and Omegas, which was handled in the same way. In that balanced way. Nobody broke the rules and had control of some things, although it was not something that would last forever, there was always someone who damaged everything. One day I witnessed a battle between two wolf packs. It was night and everything around was dark, the only thing that illuminated the area was the moon. Of the two packs that were fighting place. I had heard that there was a rivalry to prove who was the stronger of the two, but what sparked that incident was that a member of one of them had caused a feud between

They are amused at the sight of me. Alpha Kenn shoves me up against his chest, like a rag doll, and I frown at the metallic, iron stench emitting off of his warm body. He latches onto me like a trophy and the crowd smiles and hollers with victory, with pride. "I have retrieved my Luna," Alpha Kenn cheers to the crowd, like a newly wedded King. "Where is my dear old friend, Alpha Tate?" One man from the bunch steps forward, nearly naked, and my eyes roam around me, watching the circling wolves. One, a large, dark brown beast, has black fabric between its teeth. Man against wolf, how cruel.

Beta's smirk widened as he ran a hand through his hair as he looked at me, his eyes dancing with something only he understood. “My Alpha is a busy man, it’s a demanding responsibility to run the largest pack in North America, he asked me to handle this for him. I intend to do just that, however, this meeting did not go accordingly. The focus seemed to be elsewhere since this young she-wolf came into the room.” I looked up at him in surprise before frowning, it was not my fault everyone was on edge in this room. My focus however was on the fact that he said his Alpha ran the largest pack in North America. That must mean his Alpha was Kane of the Bedford pack. Holy crap. If the rumours were an

Sasha gives me back complete control. “Hello, Ari, or did Sasha not give you back control?” The one head in the middle talks. I’m too dumbfounded as I stare at the largest fucking three-headed dog I’ve ever seen. I mean, it’s the only one, but fuck, if I weren’t afraid of Cerberus, I’d think he was badass looking. Cerberus has dark greasy gray fair with streaks of black running through it. He’s massive, like the size of a dozen Dire wolves. His eyes aren’t just red; they are literally fire. His mouth is skeletal-like, and I can see every fucking sharp and long tooth individually. Black goo drips from his jaws. He’s menacing, and I don't want to fight him.