Alpha Dog Synopsis Novels & Stories

I looked at Deja who also shook her head in confusion as well. "How is that a bad thing?" Deja asked him. "Yeah Ini enlighten us" I added. Ini looked down "the Alpha killed my parents and murdered our pack members. And now I have to go serve him? The very person that took my life from me? I was gearing up for the handover ceremony. I was supposed to be Beta." He said quietly,

I wasn’t giving up, Aria belonged to me and I would get her back one way or another. “What’s the plan Alpha?” Anton follows me into my office. “I don’t fucking know!” Grabbing the desk, I flip it over, sending objects flying everywhere. The girl I had worked so hard to keep locked up had managed to escape. Not only that her wolf meant that she was someone important. Wolves were rarely that colour, browns, reds, blacks, whites and greys yes, but a midnight blue, they were the rarest kind. Anton just watches as I continue to trash the room, taking my anger out on everything. Everything was for her, everything was because of her!

I could never harm people the way he does. "You tell her that I plan to kill her mother, just like I killed her father," Alpha says. I look over at Alaska's father sitting at the table. Her mother is holding his hand, and tears begin to drown her face. "Kill him," Alpha growls. One of the giant wolves grabs Alaska's father. He is dead before I can scream or move. "Now, you bring her back here. We will breed her and then kill her too," Alpha says. Alaska's mother lets out a scream. "Shut the bitch up," Alpha growls.

“Ahhhhhh!” My body jerked as I went to the floor, rolling on my back. A growl erupted from my throat as I rolled on all fours. I could feel my bones breaking. I was about to shift. My wolf howled, making the witches move back from me. They could see how dire this situation was. "I'm Alpha Agatha Janus. The last of my bloodline. The first female alpha of the Red Flames. You are all in my way and stopping me from getting to my mate," I growl, standing on my feet.

I nodded understanding what he meant. Vincent brought out his claws and dug them into the back of the rogue's neck as a shrill cry was heard in the prison. Vincent's eyes were glazed over as I noticed he was going into the rogue's memory, this was one trait only Alpha could do. I closed my eyes, saying a spell, I touched him and when I opened my eyes again, I was in a forest, with Vincent beside me. "Don't " we heard a scream and headed towards that direction. In a clearing in the woods, we saw the rogue surrounded by people wearing a black cloak and they were trying to feed him a liquid, they forced it into his mouth and he screamed in pain before shifting into a wolf.

I shouted, but the darkness consumed me once more. After another period of unconsciousness, I awoke again in bed, my head pounding. Vivid flashes assaulted my mind—scenes of devastation and horror. I saw the Alpha, cradling his pregnant mate, begging Ruth for mercy, only to witness the brutality that followed. Ruth’s long nails pierced the Alpha’s mate, pulling out the child and discarding the lifeless bodies to the ground. The Alpha, utterly defeated, wept in despair, kneeling before Ruth. I was horrified to see her kick his head away as if it were nothing.

Ava’s power prickled beneath her skin, reacting instinctively to the foreign energy around her. They entered the war hall—a circular chamber crowned with a dome of stained glass. The floor was polished dark wood, the walls lined with maps, weapon racks, and banners bearing the East Pack crest: a silver wolf with eyes like fire. And in the center stood Alpha Rhian. He was older than Ashton, but no less commanding. His silver-streaked hair was pulled back into a knot, and his eyes were piercing and strange—like moonlight through smoke. His presence quieted the room the moment they stepped inside.

“The young alpha is experiencing symptoms of a heat and an incomplete bond.” Dagon’s face immediately goes blank, yet he stares at her as if she has grown an extra head on her shoulders, and then he bursts into loud laughter that echoes off the wall before it dies, and his expression turns deadpan. “An incomplete bond is understandable, but a heat? You must be out of your mind. An alpha goes through a rut, not a heat; he’s not an omega!” “I am not mistaken, Alpha Dagon, b-but th-this is a case I-I’ve never seen before,” the healer stutters.

“Alpha is sick.” *

The wolf ignored her completely. He stepped closer through the floodwater, massive paws splashing softly as he approached. Up close, he was enormous. Bigger than any wolf she had ever seen during the early years of the outbreak. Old scars cut beneath his black fur across his chest and throat, proof of countless fights survived. Nova kept backing away until her shoulders hit the cold metal wall of the subway car. The Alpha stopped only a few feet from her. Then slowly lowered his head toward her neck. Nova froze.