Alpha Factor Gymnastics Novels & Stories

he whined "Of course you'll say that, for a wolf you got no sense of smell" and the whole room started laughing, I like teasing him, his is my best friend and his used to it. I looked around the room and I saw all the alphas in the world sitting in one room, but they were only few of us leaving, we just turned eighteen we finished our four years of alpha training. I will admit it, it was not easy I felt like I was in hell the first few months here, but now I'm sad to say, I'm going to miss this place.

Before I could continue, Christian gritted through clenched teeth angrily, his hand was clenched tight in a fist on the table as he spoke the words. "But Christian, look at those papers, they are clearly indicating that if we signed the deal, we would have to lose an extensive amount of our warriors. How can w..." "Alpha Christian, it is like you are insulting me without having to say a word," Alpha Boris threw his chair back and shot up from his place before I could finish the words, "are you this much dumb that you have to take advice and lectures from this girl that has not even known anything about us until just a few days ago?"

But a troubled look crossed his face thinking of their improvements. An Alpha wolf is bigger, stronger, and faster than any other. They are the peak of what a wolf, and, as a result, a werewolf can be. He remembered the sudden improvements in his own skills when Tybris joined him. He thought back to their training yesterday and the skills of his twins. An Alpha shows itself even if you can't see the wolf... He shook the thought off quickly and dove back into paperwork. Trying to drown his thoughts in boredom.

“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 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.