Alpha Factor Gymnastics Novels & Stories

“Don’t underestimate me because I’m a girl.” The door to the gym opened and a sudden smell hit me, a woody and earthy smell. My head turned, at the door stood a large man, his face set in stone, clean shaven, chiseled jaw. His honey-colored eyes stood out against his tanned skin and dark hair. He was taller than the Beta, more muscled, obvious even through his clothes. Something about him drew me in but there was a powerful aura about him. He looked around the room at the shocked faces, then to his Beta and last on me. He said nothing, he just walked over to Beta Zaine. I stood there, staring, “Alpha,” Zaine greeted him, “we’ve just finished our evaluation. As she put it, if she were a real

Absentminded for a couple of seconds, she lost her footing. “Watch out!” Alpha Alexander saw how Diana’s freefall position was susceptible to injury when she landed on the ground, seeing that Diana’s back faced the ground. Without thinking, Alpha Alexander jumped as well. But this time, he twirled his body horizontally midair to increase his speed—making him the first one to touch the ground. His hair swayed against the wind as he immediately sidestepped while opening his long and muscular arms. The calculation made by the Crimson Moon Pack’s alpha was precise when Diana fell right into his arms. His left arm supported her upper back while his right arm held the back of her knee—he held her

Alpha Ryan frowned once I showed up. "I'm sorry, I got caught up in something." I swallowed. "You'll pair with the last wolf remaining, Doe." He said and left to bark orders at us. This just had to be intentional, if he was still trying to punish me for what had happened, he was clearly winning here. "Hey partner." Doe smirked at me. She was wearing a sports bra and shorts that cupped her ass. Her long hair was pulled into one long braid. "You're practicing defending yourself today so you and your partner's should take turns in being the attacker versus the defender, start with immediate effect." The alpha commanded. She barely let him finish talking before she tossed a punch at me.

I had yet to see someone without a lump of metal attached to their belt. “Who the fuck do you think you are to come here and start laying down rules?” Tye slammed his hands on his desk in rage. “Your Alphas mate. True challenges are done bare handed. Only a coward who feared their opponent would use a weapon.” I couldn’t help but laugh as he growled his eyes flicking between his own and those of his wolf.

“Each participant will be blindfolded and placed inside the arena with an opponent of my choosing. You can tap out, you can be eliminated if you fall on the ground for more than five seconds, and of course this fight will continue with no time limit. An Alpha will fight only the person chosen by me until the end. The last one standing wins!” Several Alphas exchanged gleaming looks. A test of instinct. Of raw, primal strength. No scent. No vision. Just pure wolf and will. “Also the Alpha who wins this task will make his way to the blank scroll like more than eighty percent!!” she announced. I pursed my lips. These games only sounded simple but they were not a piece of cake. She seemed to come

Some might have a better future for us. ‘I highly doubt that.' At this point, hoping and praying for something better than the truth is just foolish. The door opens and the Alpha steps into the room. I turned and froze. Standing at an imposing height, the Alpha is the embodiment of raw power and effortless dominance. Muscles ripple beneath his bronzed skin, every movement exuding an unshakable confidence that demands obedience. His face is a sculpted masterpiece— sharp, angular cheekbones, a strong, square jawline, that speaks of unspeakable danger.

So why was he slacking now? This assessment, for us, always seemed a waste of time, but Alpha Leon commanded that not only do we do this, but also put our whole body and mind into it. “An Alpha needs to not only learn how to be diplomatic, but also defend his charges,” he’d quote pretty much every time we'd run into him around campus. I needed to focus. Pinching myself, it brought me back to reality as the noise of the gym filtered around me. But what stood out the most was the sense that I was being watched. Yeah, yeah, everyone was looking at Kael and me, but I mean,

They were alone in the gym and he was standing between two support bars, but as his right arm wasn't completely healed, he carried most of his weight on the left arm if he fell. He had told her several times that she didn't need to be there, but she chose to ignore it. “Oh fuck". His legs buckled and he fought not to fall, leaning his weight on his good arm, fearing he would hurt his right arm if he put weight on it. She was at his side in a second, trying to support him, afraid he would get hurt. "I am here Conner, don't worry, it is okay". "No it's not okay, let go of me Ami, right now". His voice sounded almost in panic and when she didn't let go right away, he pushed her away with the ri

I was briefly distracted by her bosom area. “Yeah well, I am the Alpha,” I pointed out. She raised an eyebrow. “What’s your point?” “You have to tell me,” I replied. “According to who?” she laughed. How is she not afraid of me right now? I scowled. “It’s the way things work. I am your Alpha.” “You seem very unsure of that,” she smirked. “I am your Alpha,” I said, sitting up straight and saying it with more confidence. She scoffed. “No you’re not.”

I demanded, my voice laced with a dangerous edge. "You can't—" he began, but I cut him off, my voice filled with a raw fury. "I can do whatever the hell I want!" I growled sharply, taking purposeful steps toward him. He retreated just as I expected. "I'm the fucking Alpha. Your Alpha. And as my Beta, you're supposed to do as I tell you. Now give me the fucking brandy before I break your neck."