Alpha Black Wolf Hybrid Novels & Stories

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.

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." The words hit me like a physical blow, their implications sending a shockwave of horror through my body. I stared up at him, my eyes wide with disbelief. This couldn't be happening, it had to be some twisted nightmare. But the destructive glow in their eyes and the way they closed in around me told me that this was all too real. Panic seized me, and I scrambled to my feet, my hands trembling as I frantically

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.

I have no idea why I just asked that, but I cannot take it back now. “Urm… No, I’m a werewolf…” “Well, technically we are hybrids. A mixture of werewolf and witch. Although we sadly don’t possess witchcraft other than concealment.” Samuel so matter-of-factly corrected Jake. “We are the only hybrids in the pack though, and Kieran here is the Beta wolf. His brother Aiden is the Alpha.” Jake offered some additional information. Kieran lifted his hand to a quick wave. Werewolves… Witches… What…The…Actual…Fuck…

Miriam moved off to the far end of the cell and stood there partly obaicjfes ny tye drakness the recahed the ares she was standing. "We are closer to creating a witch Alpha" Eve said as if the word was common and was always heard. The instant I heard those words I didn't need an interpreter to tell me what she meant by a witch Alpha. I could feel goosebumps break out across my skin and my heart was beating wildly behind my chest. "You're trying to create a hybrid?" "Positive." Unlike Miriam, Eve didn't smile, her face maintained it cold expression, her eyes so full of hate it was enough to send shivers into the spines of even the toughest of men.

He shook his head; regret was written all over his face. “I thought it was you,” he looked at Lex. “trying to find her.” “I ignored the email; I wasn’t going to make it easier for you to find her.” Slight attitude in his tone. “A few hundred years ago, there was a power-hungry pack. They were told of the prophecy by a witch that one day there would be a change in power. A hybrid wolf, both witch and werewolf shifter, would become Alpha. It is said that this Alpha would pass on it’s abilities to its pack and alliances.”

A rogue. The wolf is huge, but it is a skeleton covered in matted, filthy fur. It snarls, a wet, rattling sound, and begins to circle her. It’s hungry, and it scents the "Alpha’s Mark" on her—the invisible brand Alaric’s touch left on her soul. To this beast, she is the ultimate prize. Juniper’s heart slams against her ribs. Don't run, she tells herself, echoing Torin’s training. Prey runs. Predators fight.