Alpha Beta Omega Wolves Novels & Stories

There should be something to talk about! “There are basically three grades in the werewolves.”, Zayden said out of nowhere, so he felt it necessary to share this piece of information with her. “Alpha, Beta and Omega. The leader of the pack or say wolf is Alpha.” “So, you are the Alpha and Eric is your beta, right.” “You got that right. And the rest of my men are Omega. Generally they are the weakest among all the three.” “But...but they don’t look weak.”, She pointed out.

The alpha begins, I knew all those so I nod this isn't a hard job after all. "I say the whole pack, but the one who need you the most are the most dominant wolves, that happens to be us, and the betas. The rest would have to beg Nathaniel and Tristan for time with you" the alpha says with a chuckle making me blush. "You know about the ABO mix, you guys are similar in age, I'd say you'll be great friends" the Luna adds, ABO stands for alpha, beta, and Omega. "But even if they do anything Eden, feel free to come and tell me." The alpha assures me again, I nod my head yes.

It's the signal to stop and hold position. Jorge’s soft, brown wolf stands side by side with Erik, panting. He's the only omega to run with the group, had insisted, and all things considered he's kept up well. With one glance at Erik, Ricardo yips once and waits for the head alpha to nod his head once before he spins on the pads of his feet and continues climbing the mountainside. He doesn't expect to make it too much farther before he runs into a patrol. If his brother is smart, he’ll have pairs of wolves rotating guard.

I countered, voice turning dark, “considering a woman beat you in a competition, I imagine your pride is in shambles. Now, if you’ll excuse me — I have better things to do.” His eyes flashed—wounded pride and simmering rage. He was halfway into his wolf, shoulders trembling as he fought for control. He growled, voice dropping deeper. “Don’t think owning this place means I can’t take it down with a snap of my fingers.” “Like you’re already trying to?” I shot back. “Go on…What else can you do, hmm?” The shift of an angry Alpha was impossible to ignore—heavy, crackling, oppressive. It pressed against my lungs, squeezing the air out.

Word of mouth travelled fast, and we began to attract a lot of terrified and abused omegas who willingly ran from their tormentors, becoming rogue to find us. My daughter, Carissa, and Beast became symbols within the Wolfen community. We weren’t strictly wolves, however. No, Carissa would not hear of it. I was chuckling at the thought of her challenging Beast on nearly everything. He would yell, but you could see he loved the spark in her. She challenged him in the ways he needed her to. His mind was changing on many things, and he was becoming the Alpha I knew he could be.

"You can get started on those. I’ll join you once I’m done here." I nod and head over to the desk, feeling Audrey’s burning gaze follow my every move. I ignore her and get to work, sorting through the books one by one, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling crawling up my spine. The books are filled with the history of werewolves and their lineages. I flip through each one, trying to find something—anything—about myself. But there’s nothing. I scan several books and come across an interesting revelation. Ezra is the Alpha of the largest pack in the country, followed closely by Lucian’s pack.

It had to be at least fifty, the faint healed lines on back burned again, a remembrance from the last whipping I got from a higher rank for not watering the flowers correctly. This time I had humiliated the Alpha in his own castle. This had to warrant something much much more painful. But I couldn’t understand why he did that. Why his wolf wanted to protect me ? He could get a hundred Omegas like me, that is what happened to the girls and boys that the high ranks would take in, either to make them tirelessly work or keep them as sex slaves.

Henry*** Dean’s voice sliced through the night, dripping with scorn. "The omega wants to play Alpha," he drawled, his smirk sharp enough to cut. The crowd of wolves parted around us, forming a wide circle. Their movements were almost synchronized, as if compelled by an unspoken force. Shadows flickered under the dim moonlight, their eyes glowing with a mixture of curiosity and dread. Whispers rippled through the ranks, barely audible over the low growls of those in wolf form. The tension was palpable, an electric charge in the air that seemed to grow with every breath.

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.

Omegas were the commonest tier, and like Deltas, it was totally random being an Omega. There were major differences between the three tiers. Alphas had red eyes in their wolf forms, Deltas had orange eyes while Omegas had yellow eyes. Alpha wolves were larger in size, and the strongest, while Delta wolves were smaller, but faster. Omega wolves were the frailest of them all. They often had issues turning to their wolf forms as they got tired often. Alphas also had the ability to talk with everyone via a mind link when in wolf form, but Deltas and Omegas couldn’t. I mean, they could talk with the Alphas, but not with other Deltas or Omegas.