Alpha And Omega Dog Training Novels & Stories

There are a few, ‘we understand Alpha’s’ and ‘it wasn’t your fault’ etc, coming from the pack. “I am so proud of you my pup” I tell her as I smile down at her. “Why?” she says, tilting her head to the side like she did as a toddler. How I have missed the smile on her face. “That was not an easy thing to do. It takes concentration, time and training to do that. Most Alpha’s have to get used to seeing the tops of the pack's heads for the first few months of them getting their wolf. It's not easy to control.” I tell her and she shrugs exaggeratedly.

"Ok I'm not over it" "Eat your fill, I have a bigger build than you and I can't finish that leg in my human form, I want to see it" "You're making a glutton out of me!" "It will be your last meal served, your next meal will be a deer you caught yourself!" "Myself?" "Alphas do the hunting right? Omegas are basically the guard dogs and floor rugs, eating last, running behind in the pack, eat your fill because you will learn how to hunt next"

And the pack was beginning to notice. I stopped near the training ring where a group of younger wolves were practicing defensive maneuvers under a tree. A tall, lean wolf named Caleb was struggling with his footwork, his movements too wide, too eager. I stepped in without a word, correcting his stance with a firm hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me with wide eyes, clearly surprised that their alpha had taken an interest. “Keep your weight centered,” I told him. “You’re moves are easy to read. The moment your opponent notices it, you’re done.”

She's applying it. He hits her left side. She doesn't go down. He hits her again. She doesn't go down. Something happens in the room. The quality of the silence changes — not louder, more dense. Sixty-three wolves recalibrating what they thought they were watching. Third sequence. He drives her back toward the circle's edge. She should be done. By every metric she should be done — three hits landed clean, Omega rank, no formal combat training until eight days ago. She should be done.

“Article Two: All pups are pack. Orphan, lost, found. No orphan clause. No transfer fees. If a pup has no parents, the pack is parents.” “Article Three: Healing comes before hurting. Always. In war, in peace, in law.” “Article Four,” Alaric adds, “Luna’s word is Alpha’s word. On all matters of pack safety. On all matters of pups.” I look up. “You sure? That’s a lot of power for an omega.” “You struck law with a knife,” he says. “You faced Tormund without flinching. You brought my Beta home. You brought forty three kids home. You’re not an omega. You’re Luna. And Luna rules with Alpha.”

Massive reinforced training dummies were hauled into position, enchanted to withstand Alpha-level strikes. The pack circled, anticipation crackling. Then it happened. The air shifted. A shadow detached itself from the tree line so smoothly that several wolves didn’t notice until it moved. A Blackridge-trained wolf lunged from concealment and struck one of the dummies with terrifying precision. Not wild. Not reckless. Perfect. The blow landed exactly where an Alpha would be trained to strike. The dummy split cleanly, reinforced core shattered. The wolf retreated instantly, melting back into the trees before anyone could intercept.

But I knew he wouldn't like that. “My wolf needs you around,” I told him honestly. “That means you will stay around and out of my way.” I saw his face fall and kicked myself internally. Unknown to him, I was actually saving him from the pack's wrath. If anyone caught a whiff he was my mate, they would pick on him more than they already do. Not just because he is a male, but for his unfortunate birth status. Omegas are a rare, lowly breed of werewolves. They are basically the size of a dog and rarely make it to adulthood. In most packs, they are killed immediately after birth but my mother, the great Luna of Green Hill pack, stopped the archaic tradition in our pack. But I am not powerful eno

“When are you going to have a pup? You have what three omegas now?” “Nice try in changing the subject onto me. For your information. Yes, I have three. The one I just got is going to be my breeder. I figured we could have pups around the same time. Strength the pack together. Now, if you plan on getting rid of your omega when you are done breeding her, I think an Alpha in mind to take her off your hands. Alpha Supreme Robert of the River Pack is fresh in his Alpha position. He’s going to want an omega who isn’t a virgin, one who has been a breeder and birthed at least one pup. You could gift him your omega as part of the treaty that is coming up.” Graven suggests.

They all bowed their heads in respect without saying anything. Then, he turned to the right. The Alphas bowed their heads instantly. “ From this day onward, I command you all to set up training camps in your packs and train every single member. The training will be equal for everyone. We are preparing for war. Always remember that. I will visit your packs and see everything myself whenever I want to so don’t even think about finding an easy way out. ” He hissed. “ Yes, Your Highness. ” Everyone replied in unison.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Now, listen to me, because I'm not going to repeat myself. The alpha has made it clear that you're to be released from this place, but he doesn't ever want to see you in his pack and borders. He called you a useless omega scum." Every drop of moisture inside me froze and my heart tore apart. There was nothing worse than an omega rogue. My mom and I would never survive the harshness of being one. Alpha D'Angelo had reduced my world to tatters.