Alpha Dire Wolf Novels & Stories

he said, after a few minutes of silence. “Yeah, not being able to mind-link kind of sucks but hopefully that will be fixed soon,” I said. “Ridge will win. He’s not some arrogant asshole. He doesn’t need to be. He’s an amazing fighter. I’m extremely proud to call him my Alpha. My mom and I could have tried to get into any pack, but when I heard about this newly formed one, and what all he was trying to do with it, I knew that was for us. As soon as I got my wolf, I busted my ass to prove myself, and then I challenged his Gamma who was a real prick. He fought like hell, busted me up pretty good. But I couldn’t stay here having lost, so that was a damn good motivator,” he said, grinning.

is just about these two bastards! Although, the first time I had, too, after a good booze. But he was aware of me! And then I drank more for courage than to get drunk. Yes, I wanted my first time to be with whoever I want, not whoever circumstances put me under. And the man I chose lived up to all my expectations. I will remember him forever, but we could not stay together. He was the alpha of the snow wolves. Future leader of the pack. I was no match for him, even with such great strength. We would prevent each other from finding our true partners. In that world, they still believe in true feelings and in finding their only couple for life. So I left...

Blake looked at me, his eyes appearing haunted. “Hey, are we making plans to go get Jasmine back yet?” Jasmine’s cousin, whom I recognized from earlier when we’d taken family portraits, walked into the room. “Because I can get a flight chartered from Alaska and have a good number of my warriors here in less than twelve hours.” “Thanks, Alpha Tyce.” Blake shook his hand. “Hey, I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself earlier. I’m Alpha Alex Adalwolf from Pine Forest Pack.” I put my hand out to him, eager to make relationships with other alphas.

Aries scoops her up and cradles her against his chest. “Brother did you notice the crescent moon on Adira?” Aries whispers as we make our way back to the packhouse, “Ajax said she is one of the Goddess' warriors” I whisper back as I watch my brother's eyes go wide. “Shit, so her mother is an Alpha, her father is one of the Fallen and the Goddess gave her one of her warrior wolf’s”

The wolves looked at each other and Mark shifted, advanced a few steps, standing a few feet from the warrior, who seemed to be the leader. - Who's asking? - Mark says. - My name's Aiden and I'm the Delta of the Crimson Pack. Are you Alfa's son named Mark? - the man asks. Iron advances and positions himself next to Mark. - Yes, I am. - Mark answers, making a gesture for Kevin to remain calm. - Alpha Drake is waiting for you. Follow us, Aiden replies, and shift, giving Mark no chance to ask any more questions. Ainden and his wolves back away, but when he sees no movement behind him, he looks back and barks, starting to run towards the Packland.

"Not through force. Through manipulation. They promise protection, resources, security. Small packs agree to join. Then Ironclad's Alpha takes full control." "How many packs have they absorbed?" Darius asked. "Seven in the past year. About fifteen hundred wolves total." My stomach tightened. Fifteen hundred wolves under one Alpha? That was almost as large as our entire alliance. "What do we know about their Alpha?" I asked. "His name is Dmitri Ironheart. Former military. He runs his pack like an army. Strict hierarchy. Absolute obedience. No omega rights movement—omegas are servants there, nothing more." I felt sick. Everything we had built, everything we had fought for, this Dmitri opposed.

He was an Alpha, but not of our pack. Three towns bordered the mountainous terrain of Gunnison National Forest in western Colorado: the small and quaint Grandbay, the enigmatic and rural Eastpeak, and the town I grew up in, industrious and sprawling Dalesbloom. The man that adopted me, David Hexen, was the Alpha of a pack of wolf shifters—werewolves, some call us—the largest pack of the three towns. The wolf hunting with my pack was the Alpha of Grandbay and nothing like the tranquil town he came from.

It was Alpha's order to guard the pack house in wolf form to ensure super security both for the royal females within the pack plus the infected cubs in the pack house's medical room. Alpha didn't want to risk their lives and since there were enemies everywhere, no matter their titles and honorable expensive suits, he did not trust nobody just like that. Not at least when he was away with the Beta male. Hence, he commanded their army commander, Tony Rodriguez, a thirty seven years old, black, African wolf who took shelter in Brave blood pack twenty seven years ago as a stray cub, to protect the front and rear gates with soldiers in wolf forms. Tony was an experienced wolf who fought with his

Disappointed that my hindrance was not someone I could beat, even if I still had Echo. The rumors about the Alphas of the Fury packs never being far from each other were true. Seeing Liev meant that Devyn and Axel were close by. The territories called the triad, the Alphas of Doom, because every unlucky wolf who had ever gotten involved with them would either wound up dead or become their victims. There wasn't a single wolf who didn’t know that. And the Alpha standing in front of me right now was Axel. Axel Anders. He had a breathtaking beauty that could easily rival Liev's, no doubt. In a millisecond, he ate up the distance between us and wrapped his hand around my waist, trapping me in his

The file said he was dangerous. I had read it four times on the drive up the mountain road, memorising every detail by the weak glow of my phone screen. Damien Cross. Alpha of the Ironfang Pack. Six foot four, dark hair, scar above his left brow. Last seen near the Coldwater Ridge territory. Bounty posted by a rival pack, paid in cash, no questions asked. I had taken worse jobs. My name is Aria Blackwood, and I hunt werewolves for a living.