Alpha Black (darkwood Bloodline) Novels & Stories

I stared at him in disbelief. Was he actually insane? The Blackwoods weren't just another influential family. They were one of the strongest Alpha bloodlines in the werewolf world. If they ever wanted Shadowfang… They could swallow the entire pack whole. Without mercy. Without resistance. And, I could feel it. They wanted to take over the pack. I heaved a sigh. None of this mattered to me anymore. If he was going to do this, let him be responsible for his choices. His matters didn't concern me anymore.

Both him and Colton looked confused. “What the fuck?” Marcus exclaimed and Brianna shook her head. “You broke the connection,” she said. “No, I bloody didn’t,” he shouted, “Get me the hell in there now.” Brianna shook her head and looked confused. “Brianna,” Colton called. “She can’t do this alone.” “I know,” Brianna called back. “Alpha, the demon bloods have breached the pack house,” Greg called through the link. “There are hundreds of them.” Caroline looked up at me.

I didn’t even know how to exist inside this truth yet. I stepped forward on my own. The sound that followed stole my breath. One by one, the elders rose from their seats and went to their knees. At the far end of the hall, the Alpha of Blackwood stood. He studied me with eyes that had seen generations rise and fall, then lowered his head. “Blood of our blood,” he said. “You were gone, but not forgotten.” Something inside my chest cracked. This wasn’t a story anymore. I wasn’t a rumor.

The storm outside mirrored the one tearing through the Blackwood Pack. Lightning cracked across the cliffs, illuminating the ancient pine forest that bordered the estate — territory claimed by Damien’s bloodline for four generations. The Blackwood Pack wasn’t just a wealthy family. It was one of the most powerful Alpha-led packs on the West Coast, controlling Seattle’s financial underbelly and vast forest territories beyond the city lights. Damien Blackwood wasn’t merely a billionaire. He was the Alpha. The apex predator whose dominance could force lesser wolves to bare their throats with a single look. His scent — dark sandalwood, aged whiskey, and raw power — had haunted my dreams long bef

For someone who has been with me all these years in LA and ran away from his pack a long time ago, how can he be a spy? “I mean, no disrespect, Alpha, but there’s no way it is possible he’s a spy. We have been together all these years in LA, and he has hardly traveled anywhere. I just recently found out he’s a werewolf, as he had ran away from his pack a long time ago.” I said. I was trying to convince the council that this was all a mistake. “So how can you explain him being the son of the Alpha of Darkwood?" Damon retorted, and that got me confused. The son of the Alpha of Darkwood? I mean, how was that possible? Wasn’t Darkwood the pack that launched the attack that killed my family?

“The obsession. The loss. The mother standing in the way. Even someone as powerful as Russell gets stopped by it. Wonderful.” Russell’s eyes snapped to him. “Back off,” he said, low and final. “This is not your fight.” Xavier’s eyes glittered with amusement. “Oh, but it is when there’s something to gain,” he said smoothly. “The boy, the mother, the Alpha who can’t let go of his bloodline all of it coming together perfectly. And you, Alpha, can’t help yourself. The pull is too strong.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Around them, the fire circle held its breath. Then the pack the Silver Moon wolves, the ones who had come up out of three years of compression and loss and deliberate breaking and found, against all reasonable expectation, that they were still standing let out a sound that was not quite howling and not quite cheering and was entirely, completely, a pack recognizing itself. Dravek let it run for thirty seconds. Then: "The Alpha spark is re-anchored. The Blood Oath is satisfied. The divine record is closed." Vivienne pulled back far enough to look at Magnus's face.

, he informed. “Keep an eye on Maria. I want active surveillance on her 24*7”, I ordered. “Yes, Alpha” “Has Drake returned yet?” I inquired. “Yes, Beta Drake will be with you shortly” he informed. I dismiss him with the wave of my hand. Alex is Alpha blood. He knows all the tricks to remain hidden in the forest as long as he wants. I can feel the suffocating pain in my chest since he cut off the l**k.

Beta asked turning towards me. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I nodded in agreement. "Just as Mr. Dencio mentioned, his daughter belongs to the illustrious Alpha bloodline." Beta, having never laid eyes on the enigmatic she-wolf, couldn't help but allow a smile to grace his face.

The two of you are far stronger together than either of you could ever be apart. There was a ringing silence and Georgia was happier than ever that her instinct brought her here. “What was the color of the one who hunts you?” Abbi asked Hayden. “Black.” She sighed. “Then it is true. They have returned. The original Alphas that fled to the mountain were from a special bloodline. They were the strongest of all werewolves. They believe that they are destined to rule over man and wolf both. Their mission in life is to hunt and kill Lycans who they believe are their only natural threats. Because of their distinct black fur, they became known as the dark ones.”