Alpha Beta Wolf Novelas e Histórias

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.”

no doubt. A lazy smile was dancing over his lips, matching mine when I opened my eyes. Swiftly he spun, slightly up in the air and he landed in a beautiful black wolf, pure black, shining, his eyes are gorgeous in wolf-form, too. I have seen only Alphas with the same eye colours. Strange! Perhaps they hold more power and rule their community. I don't know.

Torches flickered along the paths, casting long shadows across the ground. Blackthorn territory was beautiful. But it was also intimidating. Every wolf we passed seemed stronger than any warrior I had seen in Moonfall. Some bowed their heads respectfully as Kael passed. Others watched me with open distrust. One woman even stepped aside sharply as if she didn’t want my shadow touching her. I tried not to notice. But it still hurt. Kael eventually stopped in front of the largest structure in the valley. A tall stone building carved directly into the mountain. “This is the Alpha house,” he said.

She wasn't moving, in fact she was barely breathing. The howl that erupted from Kade's throat was primal and devastating. It tore through the night air, shaking the trees, sending every bird within a mile radius scattering into the sky. The sound carried across the pack lands, its was a pure Alpha rage mixed with anguished grief, a declaration that something precious had been harmed and blood would answer for it. Every wolf within hearing distance felt that howl in their bones, felt their Alpha's fury and pain, and knew that someone had made a fatal mistake.

I settled into a quiet corner, hoping to lose myself in the story. The book started like any other werewolf novel, talking about full moons and shifting. But then, I turned the page and my breath caught. There was a picture. Not the usual handsome man turning into a wolf, this was different. This wolf was massive with glowing red eyes and thick, dark fur. The caption underneath read, “Cursed Alphas.” It looked… powerful. Intimidating.

"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.

The wolves gathered in a group and together with Aurora, they mourned the loss of their pack members. “Lee, find a young rogue called Jack Hunter and bring him to safety,” Aurora said to the man standing by her side. “Yes, Alpha. But is he important to us?” Lee asked. “Maybe not to us, but important to his family.” Lee nodded his head at Aurora’s words. “Now it’s my turn. I need someone to bite me,” Aurora scanned the wolves sitting in front of her. The wolves looked at each other hesitantly. “Alpha, what is this for?” A brown wolf asked.

He kept wiping his sweaty palms on his dark trousers looking out the windshield as if we were driving straight off a cliff. “No, Dane,” I replied dryly, staring out the window at the passing trees. “It is actually a terrible idea. We are driving directly into a camp of feral and angry wolves led by a man who wants to rip my father's throat out. But I am the future Alpha of this territory. I do what I have to do.” Dane swallowed hard with his Adam's apple bobbing in his thick neck. “Right. Of course, sir.” I leaned my head against the glass, holding back a bitter and sarcastic laugh. What a massive lie.

This is also the secret that she has hidden for many years. Usually, Alpha and Beta werewolves' wounds heal faster than Omega attribute werewolves. Where she lives, werewolf Omega is very despised and easily bullied by the council. Because they are weak and defenseless, they are considered useless and parasitic. She witnessed tragic scenes, many Omega werewolves because they could not stand the oppression of the Alpha and Beta werewolves but had to commit suicide. But the departure of the Omega class was considered an insult to the wolf race.

Without an Alpha, the pack would fall. Beta-The Second in Command. The Beta is the second highest ranking wolf in the pack, under the Alpha. The next Beta in line comes to power when the Alpha takes over from his father. The title is given by birth, like an Alpha. When the Alpha needs assistance, the Beta is there. Without a Beta, the pack would fall.