Novel & Cerita Alpha Big Black Wolf

Alden’s POV The beasts spread apart to reveal another bigger figure. This time, it’s a menacing black wolf. A deep scar slashes across its left eye while flames dance behind its massive frame. The bastard is enormous. Bigger than every wolf surrounding him and large enough to rival me head-on. What the fuck is this? Black wolves are rare among werewolves, especially Alpha black wolves. As far as I know, I’m the only one in Harrison County. The scarred wolf bares his teeth at me, and somehow the fucker almost looks amused.

, then he looked at Adele and said, " This is Alpha Chris from Blackwood pack." Adele was stunned and amazed that her mate was the strongest Alpha Chris Black. She had heard a lot about him and his Beta being the most powerful wolves. They were well known among the werewolf community. Alexa seemed to be proud of her mate and was dancing with joy. " I will leave you two alone for now" saying this Aron gets up and leaves the room. Alexa was urging Adele to stop acting like a shy little teenager and jump on her mate. Adele was not a submissive girl by any means and she did not want to give a wrong impression to her mate.

He stood up, turned around, and there it was. Crouched a few feet away from him was a large wolf, almost larger than him, an Alpha wolf. It was a female, that much he could smell. She had shining black fur, so black that she almost blended in with the night. The only thing that didn’t blend in were her eyes, a moon-shaped symbol in the center of her eyes and a streak that ran a straight line on her coat across her back from her head down to the tip of her tail. She had pitch-white, bottomless eyes. The symbol on her head was gold with a white outline, with the same color and outline on her back and her tail. The tip of her tail, however, was the same pitch black as her coat. She was unlike a

Shit The trees trembled. My silver eyes I felt it turn to crimson as it locked on his, and the black wolf showed her teeth. “I am a hundredth-generation Gorde Wolf,” she growled underneath each word like a sandpaper scraped at my throat, shattering his command she seemed to loom taller even though he was a foot taller than me. “The last black wolf born. I am bigger, stronger than any alpha, I am the descendant of the Honshu Wolves, powered by the gods themselves,” she roared, her power bringing him to his knees as he groaned in pain, “I wasn’t born to bow to you.”

’ His wolf huffed and his red eyes burned redder to let them know he wasn’t joking. The wolves stared at each other before one of them stepped out. It was big and black and Asher knew immediately that it was an Alpha wolf. ‘We don’t want any problem,’ The voice was deep in Asher’s mind but young none the less and he figured it must be a teenager, probably a future alpha.

He didn’t mess around and he had the largest pack. “He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!” Beta Kyle continues. Yet he doesn’t tell me why. We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He places his hands on my shoulders, digging his nails into my thinning skin and turns me around, kicking me in the ass as he shoves me towards the office. ”Useless fucking Wolf.” He mutters as he moves away.

I took the chaos to mind link Tristan in privacy, his voice weak from the amount of silver he was contained with. : Tristan, is this you? The attack? It’s 50 wolves, no scent… what?... they’re all black wolves… Tristan, what is this? : the moment I see them I’m shocked, they are all huge like Silas, if not bigger, their fur as black as night and they are all lethal and deadly looking. A black-furred wolf is a thing of legend, no wolf has ever been fully black, not since the very first Alpha, the very first wolf to ever howl to the moon. If these 50 wolves were all pitch black...who the hell were they and where the hell did they come from?

"The Alpha. How noble. How predictable. Come then, little wolf. Show me your famous Blackthorne fury." I shifted mid-charge, my bones cracking and reforming with practiced ease. My alpha wolf form was massive, black as midnight, built from decades of training and battle. I'd killed rogues, defeated rival Alphas, survived challenges that would have broken lesser wolves. None of it prepared me for this.

" Theresa gulped down saliva, as a rehearsal for getting prepared and letting go of her fear deep down she knew there was no better Alpha than her son. Was it cost or Dwight? " Of course, Dwight. There will be no greater ruler than you, " she said as a drop of tears rolled down her eyes. Dwight moved to her. "Then, why are you crying? Why do I get the feeling, you do not seem to accept me? " Theresa cried. " We are werewolves, we cry, " she said beating her chest. " But son believe me your thoughts are wrong. " He held her shoulder. " Listen to me Mum, I just hope you are not against me ruling and I hope you are not hiding anything from me. I can be very headstrong but that is by the way. I

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.