All Wolf Ranks Novels & Stories

she replied but it was a simplification that told him that whilst she might understand the ranking system’s hierarchy, she didn’t really understand what it meant to be a ranking werewolf. “That is correct - not all werewolves rank,” he nodded. “And within the ranks there are those who are more dominant, like myself, and less, like Cameron.” He winced slightly with an internal apology for his red-haired mate. “We have an instinctual understanding, both of our own position within the pack by rank and by dominance within the rank. Alphas and betas are usually male, and they tend to be stronger, faster, and more aggressive in their behaviours – all attributes that exist to enable us to procreate

I had been talking to my wolf, and the last thing I needed was for anyone to overhear and start asking questions I couldn't answer. The thought weighed heavily on me as I paced the small room. Within the pack's confines, ranks dictated everything: your role, your future, even the way others treated you. Alphas were born leaders; Betas were their steadfast second in command, and Gammas were the protectors. Beyond that, the hierarchy included warriors, trackers, healers, and of course, Omegas.

I slowly turned my head until I saw the huge wolf coming toward me, licking its lips. “Ahhh!” I screamed, but the wolf pounced on me, knocking me onto my back. The impact was hard, and I felt some pain in the affected area. The wolf was on top of me, and I couldn’t do anything. It sniffed my neck, ran its tongue along my nape, reaching my chest. With its paw, it tore my shirt, revealing just my bra. I quickly searched for a stake or something to defend myself. I found a stake nearby, but before I could hit the wolf, it gave one last growl and ran off. My chest was heaving rapidly; I thought the people in the lake would hear my scream and come help me, but they didn’t. When I got up as best I

Her life was bonded to his. The other voice moved to front now “my goddess!” she could hear her wolf say as she shifted on new legs, strong agile, powerful legs. She could feel a rush as electricity shoot down her spine, this body was ready to run. The black wolf arched his large head back and began to howl. She shied away for a second, then another howl joined his. She looked past her mate to see a slightly smaller gray wolf approaching from the woods, she felt her hackles go up, her new wolf body ready to fight. The black wolf, her mate stepped into her line of sight placing his head under her snout rubbing his face against hers. She suddenly felt a rush of calm come over her, and the thou

"You idiot! You have a mate!!! You need to follow that smell RIGHT NOW! How can you be this stupid? Get off your ass and go find them. What is wrong with you?" The only reason such low ranking wolves find mates so young is because they are mated to a high ranking wolf. Our Alpha has his mate. There are no direct pure bloods of age in the immediate area so unless my mate is from a neighbouring pack that only leaves Xavier's rejected mate, the Beta Austin. They must be someone from a neighbouring pack as our Beta is to old for a mate and I've never heard of a second chance mate being a first chance and having such an age gap.

“Twins were obviously a shock to our parents when we were born. Twins are so rare in the wolf communities, and our father was an alpha, meaning that his son would be too. Then when he had two sons there were so many questions on what that would mean for our future. Mom and Dad conferred with the elders on what do to.” The elders were like royalty and the government all rolled into one for wolves. They knew all the stories and secrets kept throughout the wolves’ time in this world. They also are the protectors of our kind, in charge of keeping us a secret all while we learn to coexist with non wolves. The elder’s make the law, and their say is final.

He spoke: "I know you are confused about a lot of things: you have been given a gift by the Oracle- you are now a werewolf but your mind is yet to adapt to your new abilities. You will experience heightened senses, a burning anger, and a fearful hunger. Under a full moon, your abilities will increase but so will your desire for blood. Eventually, you will learn to control this but for now you need to be careful let's the beast in you destroy what you cannot restore"

If he’s noticed or not, he says nothing. “Right,” Jay agrees with another low hum in his throat. “Well, we have similarities to real wolves, but we are not like actual wolves at all. Real wolves, despite what humans once thought, do not have ranks like alpha, beta, omega… so forth. They’re just a mother and father breeding pair and their offspring. Werewolves, however, have those ranks,” he continues, his voice smooth and warm. I nod my head slowly. “And you are… the leader of the group, right?” I ask. After a moment’s pause, I then add, “the Alpha?”

I wasn’t impressed by this and wanted to know who it was. In our world, the highest-ranking wolves are Alpha’s with their large black wolves, Betas come next with a smaller gray wolf, then the Gammas with their white wolves. At the bottom are the Omegas, but it's only because they have small wolves with any color pelt. The Omegas outnumbered Alphas, Betas and Gammas massively. “Let’s go in and get homework done while I make everyone dinner. Can you three gentlemen hunt down the table leaf and extra chairs when you’re done?” Cat asked.

I hated to admit it, but he actually made sense. “Well, what about the natural omegas? They aren’t threats.” There were two different types of ranks that werewolves went by, the natural rank, which was your goddess given rank. This determined how strong your wolf was. It was possible to uprank or down rank as a natural, but was purely decided by the moon goddess, or something along those lines. The second type of rank was our given rank. This was determined by the pack Alpha. For example, I was naturally a gamma rank, but in the pack I was a family, or in this pack mid family rank.