Alpha Gacha Novels & Stories

It's him. The Alpha.

“I have something to tell you” Alpha Seven managed to say. Alpha Seven is the heir to the throne of the Alpha, Alpha Cloud of the undefeated wolves. Right there, at night time, he laid gently in the garden with his hands behind his head and his lover, Hazel, lying peacefully on his chest as they watched the stars together.

He wasn't even talking to me like he used to, and it was tearing me apart more than I wanted to admit. Because death duels would soon start pouring in now that I had become the Alpha King. Wolves from several packs would arrive to challenge me after a full year had passed. How was I supposed to win if I couldn't shift? A hand wrapped around my arm, snapping me out of my thoughts. Ariella flashed me a smile, standing tall in a shimmering navy-blue ball gown with off-the-shoulder neckline. Her long brown hair cascaded in soft waves, while delicate silver earrings glinted beneath the strands. A silver flower crown was placed on her head, giving her an elegant, regal appearance.

Does it affect Kiel? Come to think of it, she already caught a glimpse of him holding back last night inside the car. And she can’t deny that it left her in a daze. How can Kiel, a recessive alpha, had that sweet scent? “President? Are you alright?” Only Devyn realized that she’s already making that irritated face again. “Miss Anna,” she called out. The young lady across from her jolted. “Yes, President?” “What will happen if a recessive alpha’s rut gets triggered?” she asked without even blinking.

Alexa was still standing in front not wanting to move. “Don’t even think!” I pointed my finger at her sharply. She looked at me hurt, turning to the house, but I couldn’t risk anything else happening to her, even though she was a good warrior, she was my only relative and as my younger sister, she would have to lead a pack if anything happened to me. I had 300 souls with me who were willing to follow me and I was grateful I deserved it. “We are ready for the movement Alpha”, Tyron echoed.

The slick marbled floor sparkling neat in its thickness. Declan's unwavering and unsmiling face quitened the hall and they all prostrated. "ALPHA" As the greeting. Declan took a deep breath and raised his head up. " You may state your complains now" Declan said and a woman walked forward. "The signs of Nekroth, the signs are playing Alpha.. Alpha rogues attacked my children and tore away their flesh... Alpha the valuables were no longer there... My goods were taken... Alpha pls do something" The woman pleaded in tears.

I looked at the corpses littering the floor—Dad, Mom, my sisters, my cousins. Everyone was dead. I was the only one left. 90 points. A rusty dagger. And a [Hourglass of Time Reversal] that I wasn't even sure would work. The chat fell silent. Those high-and-mighty "gods" were no longer laughing; they were shocked. *"This Alpha's obsession is too deep. Who exactly is he looking for?"* *"It's over. This instance is collapsing. No one can clear this."* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice.

TBC AUTHOR’S NOTE: so it’s during this period, we decide if Atlas is a good alpha or not…. . Please leave gems or just one gem, if possible thank you <3

Rob could see this shifter was relieved to be among other shifters, even though he didn’t have a clue where Lilac Grove was in British Columbia. “Alpha? I’m sorry, did you say your name? I’m struggling with remembering that’s happening right now.” That was a rather larger thing to admit to. A weakness many gamma types would be comfortable to admit. “No, I didn’t. You can call me, Alpha Northgate. Robert Northgate.” “I’m sorry I’m not familiar with your pack or name.”