Alpha And Omega Dog Training Novels & Stories

Callum saved my life that night, but the poison had already seeped into my wolf soul. He had not yet inherited the Alpha title then. Covered in blood, he had held out his hand and asked my name. We fell in love at that moment. Later, he took my hand and made me a solemn promise. “When I become Alpha, I’ll propose to you in front of the entire pack at the Moonlight Festival.” But once he finally became Alpha, he told me the elders couldn’t accept an Omega as their Luna. He asked me to wait one more year. That was all the time he needed to persuade them, he said.

"Sad that she couldn't even live to see it handed over." "What happened?" I looked up at him. "And I want the full story, no nonsense about you killing her." He pushed my head back onto his chest. There was a long silence, so long that I thought he had changed his mind about even telling me anything; I flattened my palm on his chest when he began talking. "The soon-to-be alphas needed to be trained to determine whether they were fit to take the place of an alpha." "What did they have to do?" I mumbled

The first was a female and she barely knew her that much since she's married to her mate. The second oldest was Cyrus, who stays in the alpha's household ever since he got his mate. Yeah, he is soon to be the next beta of their pack though. And the least oldest. Alexander. He has nothing to write home about, that is in Petal's point of view. Just like their father, he bully and picked on her, making everything more difficult for her. He cares less about her existence and make her do his work, watching his friends pick on her and turn her into a laughing stock, forgetting the fact that they are siblings.

Chapter 15: Two Moons Entwined Chris read through the result slip a couple of times, thinking he had mistaken the word “Alpha” as “Omega”. Nevertheless, no matter how many times he read it, the word “Alpha” was clearly stated there. For whatever unknown reasons, Chris was not satisfied with the result and he was denying the fact Nathan was an Alpha. Before this, he was certain his best friend was an Alpha and he did not mind it. However, after talking to his mother and listening to her thoroughly, Nathan’s description fitted more to be an Omega rather than an Alpha. Nonetheless, a heavy-seed Omega — the rarest of the rare.

Sarah told her. The training ground was so full as everyone were present as per Alphas' orders. Everyone was having one form of training or the other, the only set of pack members that were not present were the elderly and the youngest. But Dylan made sure everyone must be involved in the training and have one or more ways to defend themselves. Training ended for the day and everyone retired to their houses for a good rest. Kamila fell straight on the bed after a refreshing shower without even bothering to dress up.

The gray-eyed man turned his attention toward me now. His gaze swept over me carefully, from my worn clothes to the bruises still fading along my arm. His expression darkened. “She’s an omega,” he said. “Yes.” “And wolfless.” Kael didn’t answer that part. The silence stretched. The man studied him carefully before speaking again. “Alpha… this doesn’t make sense.” Kael’s silver eyes flickered briefly toward me before returning to his Beta. “She crossed into our territory tonight,” he said. “By accident?” “No.”

I knew that agreeing to this would make my weekends even busier, but something felt right to agree to this anyway. "Of course, I understand." Dominic agrees quickly, a relieved expression on his face. "And I’ll make them focus on stamina first before anything else. This also includes you, Dominic DeValorse. The pack is only as strong as its weakest member, and you’re the Alpha. You need to be the strongest." I add. Dominic’s smile falls as he eyes me for a moment, checking if I was joking, but I guess he soon realizes that he too would be at the mercy of my training if he wants me to stick around. His eyes gloss over as Dominic looks into the distance, a look of seriousness crossing his face

The primal symphony of snarls, growls, and yelps echoed through the narrow alleyways, creating a cacophony of primal fury. As Brianna cautiously opened her eyes, she witnessed the Alpha’s power in action. His movements were a dance of lethal precision. Each strike was calculated to subdue the rogues who had threatened her. The rogue leader, seemingly aware that they mess with the wrong wolf, attempted to retreat, but the Alpha pursued relentlessly, and he immediately chased him. “Ah—I’m so sorry, Alpha! I didn’t know that the Omega was yours. P-Please, spar—ACKH!!!”

Not to mention goosebumps assaulted my sensitive skin when my wolf sensed his presence looming around us in any other part of the building. I felt intimidated by his dominating presence, he’s an Alpha and I’m an Omega. One is bound by forces of nature to serve the other. My mother always taught me I had to be obedient and show respect to higher ranked wolves, “That’s what a little good Omega is good for.” She advised me to do as I was told in my new job if I wanted to keep my spot.

Because he’s right — and because letting go feels like dropping something fragile that hasn’t learned how to land yet. Training that day is different. No distance tests. No separation drills. Instead, the Alpha pushes the pack hard — sparring, coordinated movement, endurance. He’s redirecting tension outward, keeping wolves grounded in their bodies instead of their instincts. It works. Mostly. Midday, the land tightens again — sharp, sudden, localized. I feel it before the horns sound. “West boundary,” I say. “Fast.” We move. This time, Serik doesn’t wait at the edge.