Alpha Factor Gymnastics Novels & Stories

P.o.V. Narrator The day of the first test ended and left everyone involved with much to think about. Moira and Trajan struggled to focus through afternoon practice with the elders. Elder Loc, who trained with humans in Hung Gar Kung Fu, helped them focus on putting more power and coordination into a fast series of attacks. While they'd managed to catch Captain Daryl with a few of their jabs, in a real fight they would have done little damage and Moira and Trajan would have gotten worn out well before Captain Daryl. They decided against telling their friends about the discussion with Alpha Darren and ate dinner quickly after practice. Finally through with the day, they collapsed in bed utterl

After running off to meet Gamma Shane who was in preparation for the 50 push ups we had agreed on the previous day, though it is obvious that the members were the least interested in the push up exercise, Shane still tried his best to keep fit and make the rest of them aspire to be like him. He already had rock hard abs and was aspiring for muscles and showed veins when stretched.“How does this look, Alpha Axel?” He asked flexing his arms, showing me his muscles. “I believe only an alpha is permitted to be this perfect,” I teased and he chuckled. “If only you'll acquire heavier dumbbells then you can be like me. Using a fifty kg dumbbell doesn't sound cool for an alpha and then one like you

“Begin!" Metal met metal with sparks that singed the grass. Fangs bared and strained groans filled the air. It was a fight, a dance that I would never have predicted. Our earth sister, her brown eyes focused, her movements powerful and steady. She was one with the ground under feet, summoning rocks and moving the very earth under her. But our air sister was graceful. Her feet light and nimble, barely making a sound or harming the blades of grass. Her grey eyes never leaving her opponent as she weaved and dodged, dancing on the air with unmatched acrobatics.

Clayton added. “I think we will,” I replied with a nod. Matty returned and escorted our new arrivals to the conference room. Seven more Alphas arrived with their men: Colin, Neil, Martin, Craig, Paul, John, and Kyle. Aside from John, who was in his late fifties, the others ranged in age from twenty to thirty-five. John was another older alpha without a filter. When he and Alpha Bruce got together, it was always bad. They tended to feed off one another and could be very disrespectful, especially towards women. My mother disliked both of them with a passion.

Turner POV I was so worried about my girl that I couldn’t sleep. I head down to the gym to burn some energy. There is usually no one up at this time other than the guards on duty. So it was odd to see Rosie the hostess from the restaurant coming down the hall. “Alpha, do you need a partner for the gym?” She asked me like it was a normal occurrence for us to be at the gym. “No, you can go on your way.” “We can get a good work-out in, I promise Alpha.” She said as she rubbed a hand up my arm.

If she wanted to get here on time she would’ve had to sprint to catch up to me. Alpha Jackson blew a whistle that hung around his neck, looking at his pack with seriousness and pride, "Good afternoon all." He started each weekly training session the same, but when it was just the two of us all I got was "Come on, hurry up." "Good afternoon, Alpha!" Everyone said simultaneously as they banged their fist against their chest. I still didn’t see the need for that but they were wolves and he was their alpha. "Today we will be working on our agility and stamina," he stated loudly. Some people seemed confused, others were excited, seeing the challenge the alpha hadn’t yet explained.

I moved to the bed, sitting beside Sane Who's face was terrified as she explained how her father had caught Amelia with black magic in the past. I was moved to believe her, but then magics, spells and charms didn't work on the Alphas. "I'm an Alpha, magic doesn't work on me, Sane. Are you sure of what you're talking about?" I asked calmly, while taking in her countenance. I didn't see Sane as someone who could just make up stories, but then I still needed to make my investigations because everything was off about the way I got pulled to Amelia, it just didn't feel normal, even though it's known that the Alphas are not gotten by magics, black or not.

Greenwood’s crest was circled in blood-red ink, Ryder’s Starblood territory carved with deep gouges from the Alpha’s own claws. The Alpha of Silver Fang stood over it, broad-shouldered, his dark hair tied back, golden eyes glinting. His presence filled the chamber like a predator fills a den. “Too long,” he muttered, dragging one claw across the parchment map until it tore. His gaze fixed on Greenwood’s borders, his upper lip curling. “The High Alpha thinks silence is submission. That our stillness means defeat.” His Beta stood a step behind, lean where the Alpha was built of iron, his movements sharper, quicker, like a wolf made to move unseen through shadows.

“The Alpha is dead.” The book in my hand dropped to the floor.

The scent sent a silent, clear warning to every Alpha in the room to look away. The local Alphas instantly broke eye contact. They turned their faces toward the ceiling, terrified for their lives. I rolled my eyes, letting out a soft, melodic chuckle as I patted his massive knee. I was used to my giant husband’s chaotic overprotectiveness. The physical labor drills brought the afternoon to a peak of pure comedy. The instructor asked the Alphas to sit on the exercise balls to demonstrate pelvic support. Orion shifted his heavy frame over the tiny rubber ball. The moment he dropped his full weight down, the material failed under the sheer force.