Alfa Kurt Novels & Stories

Kurt began holding the scepter up. “I, Kurt Stephan Alder, do swear that I will well and truly serve the Silverclaw Pack as their Alpha, and I will do right to all manner of people after the laws and usages of this pack, without fear or favor, affection or ill will. So help me, Goddess.” Kurt gave his oath.

That’s what an Alpha would do. “Oh we don’t get tired really. We don’t mind standing. I’m Sunny, it’s so great to meet you! I love what you guys are doing here,” the female said. I noticed Nate’s hand twitching a bit, he needed to shift too. “Thank you guys so much for coming. How’s about a tour a bit further out? Nate and I need to hunt, like … now,” I said, pulling off my shirt. “I will stay and watch over Luna in your absence Alphas,” Kurt offered.

"How dare you speak of my mate like that, I will make you feel the pain that I feel right now and take your precious Luna Aurora's life away from her and from you Alpha." Dax was now the Alpha of this pack, why hadn't I realised that before now. That means he will be even stronger now than what he was before. He starts to run towards me in human form and changes to his wolf as he is still running towards me. Dax starts running and jumps in the air and changes to Edon while still in the air. Now these two are just showing off.

' Ehile walking over to him. Alphas eyes looked us over and with a hint of pity in his eyes, he turned to the bar tender and ordered a jack on the rocks, three fingers and two coconut rum and cokes. Alpha handed Sophie our drinks, and walked to the table with his own. Sitting down we all read the menu to decide what we wanted to eat. I couldn't decide what I wanted to eat so I ordered the chef specials, so did Sophie and alpha, My appetite was insatiable. While waiting for my food to arrive i was drinking my coconut rum and cokes, I really didn't understand what the deal was with drinking was, the taste wasn't that great and it made my stomach churn, and I was beginning to feel nauseous.

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

This is a common scene in the biggest packs and clans. Kurt Lowell was one of the many direct princes of Silver Crest and when he was still young, he had the dream of becoming the True Alpha that would take over the leadership of Silver crest once the then leader stepped down. But during his travels, Kurt discovered that there was more to being a werewolf, a True Alpha and the leader of a big Clan. Kurt's dream changed. He stepped down from the leadership competitions and Silver Crest's politics. He started traveling the world with his loyal personal wizard, gathering knowledge and allies along the way.

I confessed, my voice was soft that sounded like a whisper. The Alpha King wore a heavy velvet tunic the color of spilled wine, trimmed at the collar and cuffs with thick, dark fur. Across his broad shoulders hung a sweeping ceremonial cloak of midnight black, held together by a heavy gold clasp shaped like a roaring wolf. His leather doublet was intricately embossed with gold thread, and thick, polished leather boots rose to his knees. A massive signet ring caught the firelight every time his hand moved, a silent reminder of the crown he wore.

Instead, my feet stopped moving completely, and I froze right in the doorway. The bright kitchen smelled absolutely amazing. Sizzling bacon, fresh eggs, and brewing dark coffee filled the air with a highly appetizing aroma. Standing directly in front of the large stainless steel stove was the incredibly dangerous Alpha of the territory. Kurt wore dark jeans and a tight gray shirt, and he had rolled the long sleeves up past his elbows to expose his thick, heavily muscled forearms. He held a metal spatula in his right hand, and he was flipping a large row of pancakes on a hot metal griddle. Little Leo sat quietly at the marble kitchen island, coloring a picture on a piece of white paper with b

I muttered, pulling off my helmet. The door opened before I knocked. Corvin stood there barefoot, gray hair tied back, leather vest hanging open over skin inked with symbols I didn’t recognize and didn’t like. His eyes—sharp, bright, too knowing—flicked over me. “Took you long enough, Alpha,” he said. “Moon’s been screaming for days.” I scowled. “You could’ve sent a memo.” He snorted and stepped aside. “Come in before the forest decides you’re rude.”

My husband who was at 6 '0 was overshadowed by this man who seemed to be about 6' 4 or 6 '5. It seemed the argument was heated, I hid by the wall for a bit, to listen. It was about channels, trading channels, apparently.... Jared had tampered with his. And when I heard the name of his pack from his lips, my stomach flipped. Brawnstorm pack, he was.... the notorious Alpha of the North, Alpha Kael. But my stomach didn't flip with worry for Jared, it flipped because I had started to recognize where the smell my nose had picked up was coming from.