Alpha Factor Gymnastics Novels & Stories

The third time he overcommitted and she put him on his back with a sweep that left him gasping. Someone in the next group laughed. “Even the nobodies can drop Renn when he’s showing off.” Renn shoved himself up, mud on his back, and glared. Phyna simply waited for the next partner. The morning passed in a blur of impacts, footwork, and the growing burn in muscles that no longer carried Alpha strength. Without the quiet power in her blood every movement cost more. She felt the difference in her lungs, in the tremor that started in her forearms after the twentieth exchange, in the way her balance had to be fought for instead of simply owned. Still she did not stop. Every time a partner expecte

I won't deny that. An amused smile found its way through my lips. She is a brave one. “Oh god. She was done for.” The guard mumbled under his breath, earning my attention. My eyebrows furrowed. I almost agreed to it. Looking back at it, disparaging an Alpha so blatantly might be deemed as disrespecting them. She might be in danger. I wouldn't know how to point it out as I had barely known her. And yet I could feel that it was not the slightest bit of her fault. Despite the fact that Alpha was defined with a higher status among all, they are unescape from being ill mannered.

"You have to let her go, son. She's gone. - I don't want to let go... I want Mom— - You have to be strong , Jace! You can't allow yourself to cry! Your going to be the Alpha someday, and Alphas never cry. They fight and endure the pain." My mind was hazy, disoriented and confused by the surrounding sounds of laughter and the strong scent of smoke nearby. I couldn't move, my arms bound behind my back while my legs were bent underneath me. A searing headache rang in my ears and it took me a while to comprehend what was happening. I looked around, trying to distinguish faces amongst the many silhouettes standing in the area. Two of them seemed to be carrying weapons, smiling as they watched my

Waiting just doesn't sit well with me, I can't be content with eating or reading books all day. Sometimes I feel my father doesn’t find me good enough to be the next alpha. Okay, so I do not look like the typical alpha, I am only standing 5’6, and while in rather great shape, I am not a bulging mountain of muscles, but rather lean and sinew. However I am stronger than I look. At least I enjoy working out and I find a quiet place in one of the gardens, training my agility and strength. Trying to keep sharp. It gives me something to do and it clears my mind and I never know when I will have use for it.

Shaking my head, I open my eyes and answer him flatly, “Honestly, I don’t know where I was going, but to me it seemed that I was intruding, and I didn’t want to bother you any longer.” “Woman. What on earth are you talking about? She is my beta. One of my second in command. I was merely calming her and assuring her that everything would be alright.” He says in a louder tone than he should have because now everyone is staring at us. When the doctor walks up to us, he pats Alexander on the back and asks quietly, “Is everything alright here, Alpha?”

The woman pushed herself up with a sob, mouth set, and dragged her body back into line. Valen watched them all, arms folded. Sweat glistened on their skins. He kept his face calm, but his words were sharp. “You will run until your legs burn,” he said. “Then you will do push-ups. Then you will run again. You will not stop. You will not complain. Every day, you will be harder.” He raised his hand and pointed to a young man near the front. “You. You smiled when you thought I was not looking. Smiles make me weak. Smile again and I will remind you why I am Alpha.”

"WOLFBORNE!" Alpha Kaelen’s fist launched like a hammer. Alpha King twisted his body slightly—a brief movement that looked simple but contained years of training—grabbing the opponent’s wrist, twisting the joint, and using the opponent’s momentum to slam his shoulder into the stone wall. The sound of the impact shattered the silence; dust particles fell from the ceiling.

"I heard that you're the best boxer in your country. Why don't we fight to the death?" Alpha was prepared to kill Belle in the arena. Belle didn't want to waste her breath on him. Her disguise was uncomfortable. The longer things dragged on, the more easily she might expose herself. So, she wanted to end it quickly. "Are you fighting or not? If not, I'm leaving," Belle said. Alpha was furious. "I'm gonna kill you!" Roaring, Alpha dashed toward Belle. He was almost 6 feet 6 inches tall and weighed up to 300 pounds. His body was bulging with muscles, giving him a fearsome look.

Alpha nods. “Everybody one hour- GO” I roar. I’m down in 30 seconds. I get back up, I block once, twice, land a punch to the face, and almost break my hand. “What are you made of stone?” I ask. “Something like that,” Alpha has a spring in his step and gleam in his eye. I fake right and go left. And I’m down again. “Give up Gamma,” did Alpha just taunt me? “Never,” I go to kick him and he catches my foot and spins me around. I land on my feet. “You really are good.”

Me being the only female Alpha alive doesn't rub well on others, they feel I'm too weak to be an Alpha and I'm using every opportunity I have to prove to them that I'm not weak. "SILVANA! SILVANA!" I smile to myself when the voice of my bestfriends drift to my ears above the voice of others, they are one of reasons I haven't abandoned my Alpha title and run with my tail between my legs. I watch carefully the signs I need to know that my opponent is tired, with one swift motion I end the scuffle with my opponent passed out on floor at my feet even though he is an Alpha male. It takes more than just being a man to defeat a determined woman.