Alpha Bottom Novels & Stories

“Alpha is sick.” *

Let me go and get on the Alpha Book to send the invites. Alright, now the invites have been sent through Alpha Book. What. Is Alpha Book, asked Stephanie. It is similar to F***B**K but better, and it is for Alphas and Luna only. Now I definitely cannot wait to find my mate. Will certainly be using that for Alpha meetings and other things.

Brandon titters, as he tilts his head moving it from Cameron to Adrian. "Let me borrow your words, wrong move, the alpha should have known that you are no match for me, within a blink, I will strangle you and feed you to the bird of the sky, an alpha battling with beta and Gamma, what a shame? You know I have alpha blood running in my veins." Brandon's voice was filled with mockery, being the proud ruthless Alpha that he is, he would never bow to anyone.

Doe cut in, "are you kidding me right now?" "Alpha's orders. She is your Luna, you will show her some fucking respect!" Alpha Ryan barked, maybe it was the anger he'd been trying to release but he put all his energy into that. "I'll never respect a fucking lowly omega, over my dead..." She wasn't able to finish that sentence because a hot slap struck her cheeks. All eyes turned to look at who had hit her.

He asks her. Fire Moon holds up the poster she had brought back from town, “I went out to investigate our Little Alpha.” “He isn't our Little Al.. ." Typhon starts. “Forgive me,” Fire Moon says with a wicked smile, “Your Little Alpha.” I immediately take offense. “I'm not .…” “This is an exceedingly asinine conversation,” Typhon cuts in. “My thoughts exactly,” I mutter. Then I point to the notice about me and say "Look what Fire Moon brought back.”

"Four betas. One Alpha." The Alpha was easily distinguishable. It was twenty percent larger than the rest, its armor plated in a darker, gunmetal grey, and its fangs sparked with electrical energy. MOB DETECTED: ALPHA STEEL HOUND (NETWORKED ELITE). LEVEL: 40. HP: 15,000/15,000. "That's the router node," Jax whispered, lying beside Ren. "The betas are slaved to its command frequency. If we capture the Alpha, the rest of the pack—and the real-world drones they represent—will follow."

“Who's in favor of Sasha Forster being a Beta?” They almost blinked at the same time, even Giro. “Alpha,” the reddish blonde Beta frowned. "Allow me to say this but...the girl isn't fit enough to be called a Beta. Her being an Omega is enough, even with the—uh, you know, flames.”

"... the Alpha position must return to my bloodline." *

The looming confrontation with Lex, the Alpha, casts a shadow over him, and he can't shake the unease that gnaws at him. Arlo, though Lex's Beta, understands the unique dynamics of their pack. Unlike traditional hierarchies, there is no inherent royalty among the leading members. His own ascent to the role of Beta wasn't a result of lineage or predetermined succession—it was a position he had earned through a twist of fate.

Melissa starts to talk but I cut her off. “Call me a bitch again you will see the inside of the dungeon. As of Midnight I am Beta of this pack and insulting the Beta is a crime. Colton is not an Alpha yet so even if he chooses you, you still hold no rank. So shut your mouth and your legs for five minutes and let me, the Beta, advise the future Alpha of his options.” Apollo and Dalton move so they are behind Melissa and can do the “we are not worthy” bows from Wayne’s World. Melissa stands shocked and Colton is trying not to laugh.