Alpha Beta Omega Wolves Novels & Stories

With Ashly's scent in the room, Alex the wolf was clawing at him, wanting him to take his Omega and make sweet love to him. "No! You can't leave me like this. Please, Alpha, please! Just hold me for a few minutes; the cramps hurt so much. Hold me." Ashly's voice was so hoarse from the screaming and whimpering. She needed water, but Ashly wouldn't let Alex leave the room. She never imagined that Alpha would find her so unattractive, but damn, it's killing her.

It has been three long days since that dreadful day when Jake put me under house arrest. I haven't seen anyone—not even Cathy or Sophie. I kind of missed them, and it's crazy that I also missed Jake, really badly. Maybe it's the mate pull. I’ve been stuck in my room, Googling about wolves, werewolves, and witches. I learned quite a lot, actually. I learned about mates, the bond, and that the Alpha is the leader of a pack. He has a Beta, who is second in command, and a Gamma, who is third in command. The pack also has higher-ranked wolves like the Delta, Zeta, Eta, Theta, Epsilon, and the Luna, who is the Alpha’s mate. Unfortunately, I also learned that packs have lower-ranked werewolves know

The cries of the wounded, the roar of the wolves, and the clang of metal on metal reverberated through the air, a symphony of war. Draven, his body a tapestry of cuts and bruises, fought like a man possessed. He was a whirlwind of fury, his every movement a testament to his raw power. He was a bulwark against the tide of Mateo”s forces, a wall of bone and muscle that refused to be broken. Finally, he found Mateo, his face contorted in a mask of rage and desperation. The two alpha wolves locked eyes, their gaze a silent war. The air crackled with anticipation. The battle between the two alpha wolves was a spectacle of raw power and primal fury. Their movements were a blur of claws and teeth,

I answered as I spoke into the microphone placed in front of me. A woman raised her hand, who I recognized as Alpha Mira of the Solitary Pack. She had my respect because she was the only female Alpha I had come across and regulating a pack was a hard task. “Why don't we all join forces then? After all, the war is bound to affect everyone; Every supernatural being and even humans,” she spoke in a genteel tone. She had a point, but a werewolf’s pride was intoxicating. This was something she wouldn't understand because women were selfless and thought of what would be best for everyone. But that was not the case here amid power-hungry men, who only thought selfishly.

DEREK Everything is happening so fast. I’m less than twenty-four hours, I’ve gone from wanting to see Isabel to learning that she has been caught and her life is in danger to sitting in front of a panel of four powerful werewolf elders that make up the Elders council of the Southern Wolves, thinking of ways to save Isabel’s life even though my position as the Alpha is now at stake. “What do you have to say for yourself, Alpha Derek?” Rena, the only female in the Elders’ council asks, her jet black hair is pulled into a tight bun that pulls her face back.

Alpha Michael’s POV I marched into the strip club with Robert by my side, but the sight that unfolded before us had me freezing in my tracks. The once-lively club had been turned upside down, a perverted mockery of its former self. At the center of the chaos sat a man I recognized all too well – Marcus, the leader of the rogue wolves. He relaxed in a high-backed chair with a group of half-naked women surrounding him. A blonde omega with large breasts sat in his lap, his hand on one of her nipples, toying with it like he was playing a game.

The idea that a goddess watches over them became a popular opinion. Humans didn't survive long with the mass evolution of wolves, who took over the earth in waves of occupation and slaughter. The race... went extinct within years, and the wolves took over even the tiniest corners of caves. For ages, the hierarchy remained primal, but soon enough, the strongest began to divide. So the Alphas were established. Those who were fastest, strongest, their scents transgressed into intensified aromas that they could control and impact lesser wolves. Then there are the Betas, loyal followers and advisors. Deltas and Gammas became enforcers; those that were too difficult to control became rouges. Final

She’d read almost all the books in Morgan’s library and not once was an Absalom mentioned but she read just to please him. After Lord Absalom had studied the wolf family for some months he discovered that the longer they camped near the wolves the more comfortable the wolves became with their presence and their scent. We began to give them names in reference to their pack position. Alpha, Luna, Beta, Gama, and etcetera. Soon the wolves stopped marking over the soldiers’ piss on the trees. A number of times a raider pack member would enter the camp and offer no hostility. Once Omega brought pups to the camp to play with the soldiers while the rest of the pack was hunting. It wasn’t long

Marigold stirs more in my arms, and I reposition her and put a pacifier in her mouth hoping to appease her. He smiles, “That would be the Alpha. The Alpha is the leader of the pack. Other common terms you’ll hear are Beta, Gamma, and Omegas. The Beta is like the Alpha’s right-hand man. The Beta would be in charge if the Alpha wasn’t around, the Gamma is third in command and in some packs is also in charge of training, and then Omegas are out weaker wolves. For some reason, their genetics just make them weaker wolves. They’ll do a lot of housework and stuff like that to make up for the fact they can’t help protect the pack.”