Alpha Black Wolf Hybrid Novels & Stories

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.

I growl, "I want you to stop calling my baby your motherfucking pup!” His eyes flash dangerously and he laughed, "That's not going to happen. Did you even wonder why someone like me is giving semen sample?” “Not my motherfucking concern” I rolled my eyes. “I am an Alpha touched by the goddess, either you accept your fate and let’s raise this child together or you abort it! A royal doesn’t live in a shabby place!” he insisted stubbornly. This statement is really scary I must say. An Alpha touched by the goddess doesn’t seem to be an ordinary wolf. Seeing him growling at me like this, makes me fear for my baby’s safety.

I asked. "Of course." She grinned and then proceeded to tell me everything she knew. Apparently there were Alpha werewolves, beta werewolves and omega werewolves and hybrids. The Alpha's were the leaders, the most formidable and stronger, faster and they were the equivalent of five strong human males. They posses the ability to heal themselves easily and sometimes they have special powers that give them leverage over most people. They are age pretty slowly and can live up to two hundred years or more before showing signs of aging.

Pack of wolves. She felt a constriction in her chest. She was anticipating Kael, but this was unexpected. No, this was a different thing. Something much more intricate. One of the individuals, a tall and strong wolf with dark hair and striking green eyes, was the first to spot her. He quickly looked at her, sharp and evaluating. Alec was his name, and he was considered one of the pack's most reliable fighters. Even after Amora had departed, he remained unwaveringly devoted to the Alpha.

Nightshade black wolf, one of the rarest colors among Alpha wolves and possessed only by those who are stronger. Believe me, there isn’t a part of me that did not want to gawk at his wolf and all his goddess-damn glory, but the circumstances begged my attention. As the alpha, so did he. "What happened here?” His deep, inquisitive voice reverberated through the link, leaving Adeline and even me astonished momentarily. It wasn’t his voice that swept through me, but his wolf’s. It was deeper than Kaden’s, and I let myself wonder what his wolf’s personality like.

I countered, voice turning dark, “considering a woman beat you in a competition, I imagine your pride is in shambles. Now, if you’ll excuse me — I have better things to do.” His eyes flashed—wounded pride and simmering rage. He was halfway into his wolf, shoulders trembling as he fought for control. He growled, voice dropping deeper. “Don’t think owning this place means I can’t take it down with a snap of my fingers.” “Like you’re already trying to?” I shot back. “Go on…What else can you do, hmm?” The shift of an angry Alpha was impossible to ignore—heavy, crackling, oppressive. It pressed against my lungs, squeezing the air out.

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.

The sight of their half-naked bodies made my stomach churn with a mix of fear and unwanted attraction. "Why are you running away from us, Braveheart?" Alpha James inquired, his voice low and smooth as he closed the distance between us. "It's not like we are going to harm you." A sinister smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he continued, "It seems that my brothers are also interested in you, and we can't go around fighting over a she-wolf like you, not even if you are my mate. So, I have organized a threesome for us – we are going to have a lot of fun."

I try to speak, but nothing comes out! “What…?” I eventually respond with wide eyes. He peers down at his hands, then back up at me, and I notice the anguish in his eyes. “If you are to be my mate, you need to understand a bit more about our history. Our lineage is different from most werewolves, Caterina. The firstborn in the Volkov bloodline will always be the Alpha, but what they inherit is not solely the werewolf gene.” He says, swallowing hard. Something comes to mind as he says this and I whisper the word Hybrid. I assumed he didn’t hear me, but his eyes widened when I said it.