Alpha Beta Wolf Novels & Stories

My wolf revels in the simple joy of the run, the temporary freedom from human worries. The moon hangs high overhead, bathing the forest in light that filters through the canopy. My Beta, Alaric, a massive gray wolf with battle scars crisscrossing his muzzle, flanks me on the right. He's been by my side since I took the mantle of Alpha after Lyla's father died. On my left runs Aria, the pack's head warrior, her russet fur gleaming as she moves with lethal grace.

Each wolf, with its sleek In the heart of the sanctuary, where the winds whispered secrets and the trees whispered tales, a formidable force emerged. Led by none other than the legendary alpha wolf, Arvandus, the wolf military stood tall and proud, their presence an indomitable shield against any threat that dared to encroach upon their sacred land. Arvandus, with his piercing amber eyes that held the wisdom of countless moons, commanded his loyal pack with an unwavering authority.

“Beta…. I was Jamie’s, Beta.” Jamie…. “Jamie my father?” I ask, shocked. “Yes, Jamie your father. My Alpha.” “Wait…. what?” I was an Alpha… by blood? “What’s an Alpha?” Nov asks as she scoots a little closer to me. “Wolves live in packs. We set territory markers, stay within our bounds, and protect each other. From not so friendly wolves, from other supernaturals, from hunters or humans alike. Remington lives in a pack. The clinic is near the edge of their packlands. And each pack is organized with leaders. The strongest of the wolves who protect the others and make decisions. The leader, is the Alpha of the pack. His right hand, the Beta. And the third in command is the Gamma.”

The wolves surrounded him, ready to take his life as they were commanded not to leave any survivors except the Alpha's daughter. Then, two wolves burst from the shadows and suddenly started attacking the rogues. One was a huge black wolf, twice the size of all the other wolves, and the other was a brown wolf. The huge black wolf’s eyes gleamed red, symbolizing that he was an Alpha, but that wasn't what made the rogues fear him—the mark on the wolf's face made them recognize him as Alpha Kayden and without waiting, they all took to their heels.

It slipped off my mind that wolves make everyone know who's in control before doing anything. Stupid creatures. "But-" I'm about to comment but I abruptly stop. Werewolves have a very good sense of hearing. "Good." The Alpha says before he stops radiating power. "These two here are Beta Nathaniel and Gamma Alexander." The Beta has blonde hair while the Gamma is a redhead. "Now straight to the topic. I want everyone who plans to drop out of college as soon as it ends, with no plans for an university, to raise their hands." A couple hands shoot up, including Alara's.

They made sure to stay in the shadows so the sun wouldn't singe their skin. The large wolf with black glossy fur and eyes as silver as the moon growled lowly at Dimitri and Ambrosia. A ginger colored wolf only slightly smaller than the black stood ready to attack. The last wolf was gray with black tufts of fur. I deduced that the three wolves were Alpha, Beta, and Delta. All male.

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.

Zion asked with a frown on his face. "I now have a wolf!" Zion went still. "That's a lie." He laughed. "We are omegas and can never have a wolf, Hazel. Is something wrong? You look like you're going crazy." "No, I am not," I smiled. "You have a wolf also." Zion laughed, seeming to sense danger. "Okay. Now I know you're crazy. I do not have a wolf. How do you know this?" I stretched out my hand and my claws shit out. My fangs did the same and I growled.

Nothing disgusts me more than rogues, they had no respect and had a disgusting stench that I can't stand. “Your highness, a few Alphas will be coming to the back according to his highness…" “Five warriors to each pack which their leaders are headed here, not a single scratch must be found on them before they reach the pack." I stopped when I noticed he had something to stay, but he was keeping shut “... What is it, Felix?” “The King's father is on his way as well.” “Do as I say, ten warriors to the King's father instead. Hurry.”

"Really?" "Of course." I nodded eagerly. "He cherishes those kinds of things—engagement and commitment, you name it." In truth, I knew Robert's changeable heart—he proposed to women as easily as breathing. This she-wolf would be just another in a long line of conquests. One of the other she-wolf shook her head. "I don't think we should go against an Alpha. The consequences could be severe." But the first she-wolf elbowed her, cutting her off. "Don't ruin this!" she hissed.