Alpha Factor Gymnastics Novels & Stories

The first was a female and she barely knew her that much since she's married to her mate. The second oldest was Cyrus, who stays in the alpha's household ever since he got his mate. Yeah, he is soon to be the next beta of their pack though. And the least oldest. Alexander. He has nothing to write home about, that is in Petal's point of view. Just like their father, he bully and picked on her, making everything more difficult for her. He cares less about her existence and make her do his work, watching his friends pick on her and turn her into a laughing stock, forgetting the fact that they are siblings.

Teagan's front paws rose, his claws gleaming in the dark night, his sharp fangs ready to tear his enemy apart. On the other side, Pablo was fully aware of the attack aimed at him. This was what he had been waiting for all this time; he wanted to face Teagan alone. With the same movement, he jumped forward as well. They met in the air, claws wide open, resulting in a powerful collision. The two Alphas collided with unimaginable force. Their bodies shot forward, filled with pure power and extraordinary agility. They created an impact that shook the ground, sending shockwaves that could be felt to the edge of the battlefield.

And it was close. The door to the training pit swung open before we could reach it. Standing there, flanked by four of his stone-faced personal guards, was the Alpha. His icy eyes took in the scene: the disturbed sand, the crackling energy still fading from my skin, Zero’s triumphant expression, and the eager looks on Kael and Lyra’s faces. His expression was utterly, chillingly calm. “Going somewhere?”

I thrust the book before his face, watching his eyes widen, before I toss it to the floor. “You have thirty seconds to give me a good reason why I shouldn't crush your windpipe right now. Better start talking.” I threatened, my voice hardening mixed with Zane's feral presence. “You wouldn’t kill me—” he gasped, struggling against my grip. “Alphas aren’t allowed to kill…” I choked him even harder causing him to wheeze in pain. “Wanna take a risk? Now you have ten seconds to tell me why you have these drawings?” I growl.

My wolf whines in my chest. ‘What the—?’ Ezra just laughs softly, for reasons I can’t grasp. The practice starts, and the Level A Alphas move like predators, older, sharper, stronger than the lower levels. I’m riveted. My muscles twitch with the itch to spar with them, to burn all my strength up till I drop. This was supposed to be a means to an end, but somewhere along the way… I’ve grown addicted. Would a year really be enough? “Eldon Thorne, right?”

Soren ran without looking back, too terrified by the Alpha. His pheromone clinging to Soren's body like a hidden armour.He had heard a lot about Alpha Dylan. About how strict and scary he is, heard people's talking about his ruthlessness, his brutality when he fought rauges single handedly. What he didn't imagine is , Alpha Dylan could have such a side, a side so filthy and disgusting, he was terrified when the Alpha grabbed him claiming him as his. The way he confidently called him by the name 'Lucas'unsetted him. Now that he witnessed His mates father's insanity, he will remember to stay away from him as far as possible. "Alpha Dylan is not only ruthless but also crezy" . Thats the only th

Elliot POV The gym floor was shaking under the weight of twenty heavy Alphas. Metal plates were clanking against steel racks. The air was thick with heat, sweat, and tension. Outside these walls, the league was falling apart. Inside, the Redmoor Wolves were training like their season depended on it.

Alex is on the balcony; clad only in the loose black pants he puts on during his meditation. He has erected a shield around the balcony to stay dry as the rain continues to fall outside. The raindrops hit the transparent forcefield nonstop, only to dissolve into a sparkling display akin to silent, white fireworks, distorting the view of city night into something whimsical in the backdrop. The Alpha is moving slowly, unhurriedly as he always does when he is practicing his control... his powers. His arms and legs move in delicate, graceful twists, turns and swirls as he flows through the familiar routines.