Alpha Galaxy Wolf Novels & Stories

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

"You can't? Aren't you just like them? I mean, from what I've learned so far, an Alpha is like a king." "I am only an Alpha on the outside, Arwa. A true Alpha has a wolf. A wolf is an important aspect of our life, but I don't have it. Or better yet, I've never shifted." "Why?" she asked softly, inching a bit closer to me. I could smell her, a sweet and flowery fragrance which made me ball my hands into fists. She didn't even realize the effect she had on me, or how badly I wished I could have her. But I had to control myself, because she was not mine to claim. Yet.

However, before Enne sank further into her confusion, Lynx's voice rang out again, softer this time, like a mentor about to explain something. "Every wolf pack has an Alpha," Lynx said in her mind, his voice soothing, though Enne could sense a hint of worry behind it. "The Alpha is the leader of the pack, the most dominant and the most powerful. An Alpha can be male or female. Altair is the Alpha of your village, but he's not the only one in that position. His cousin, Stella, is the Alpha of another pack. However, since they have separate packs, there is no conflict between them."

’ I came to a halt because she was with some unknown wolf and appeared trapped on top of it. My eyes saw red in an instant. I growled ferociously. ‘Let her go!’ I howled desperately. ‘Allona!’ I tried to mindlinked with her but all I encountered was like a blank wall. I tried howling but my voice seemed unable to reach her. ‘What the heck? What sorcery is this?! Allona!’ That wretched is an alpha wolf as I can feel his domineering power crushing my will to run forward, forcing me to bow in submission. His killing intent directed at me seemed very strong but I don’t care.

I wonder why Nathan is making us feel this way. I was enthralled with how huge and beautiful his wolf is. He's an Alpha, and Alpha wolves are normally huge in size. I was greatly shocked when his wolf bowed in front of mine. This is something I have never seen happen in my entire life. Alpha wolves never bow their heads to anyone, and I'm sure not even to their mates. My wolf didn't seem surprised with what Nathan's wolf did, rather she started licking his face. What happened was confusing to me, but I didn't give it much thought.

"Don’t worry, Luna. It’s an ally Alpha. We’re not in danger." And before he could even finish his words, the big, black wolf shifted in front of us, revealing a very naked Alpha Aeon.

I blurted. He glanced at me nodding, "another wolf who was bathed in dazzling light, and the last, who froze everything his claws touched." He described the 3 other Arc Wolves exactly as I used to hear from AMA and the other kids in the Night moon pack. The Fire Wolf, The Light wolf, and the Ice Wolf. The three other Arc Alphas of the 4 territories in Valcane. "Y-You didn't see the Night Wolf?" I asked, my eyes trailing his face as he took another swing of ale.

I countered, voice turning dark, “considering a woman beat you in a competition, I imagine your pride is in shambles. Now, if you’ll excuse me — I have better things to do.” His eyes flashed—wounded pride and simmering rage. He was halfway into his wolf, shoulders trembling as he fought for control. He growled, voice dropping deeper. “Don’t think owning this place means I can’t take it down with a snap of my fingers.” “Like you’re already trying to?” I shot back. “Go on…What else can you do, hmm?” The shift of an angry Alpha was impossible to ignore—heavy, crackling, oppressive. It pressed against my lungs, squeezing the air out.

Not a single she-wolf in the pack had managed to stir my wolf enough to matter, let alone provoke a mating bond. Not that I would have gone ahead with the mating regardless. “Still,” one elder persists after a short pause. “A proper Alpha needs a mate to control their aggression. Even if you think you’re fine now, as more time passes, you’ll find your emotions becoming more and more unstable!” I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself and roll my eyes. “You make it sound like I’ll, out of nowhere, jump and attack members of the pack.” “It’s not entirely unreasonable,” another elder intones.

I settled into a quiet corner, hoping to lose myself in the story. The book started like any other werewolf novel, talking about full moons and shifting. But then, I turned the page and my breath caught. There was a picture. Not the usual handsome man turning into a wolf, this was different. This wolf was massive with glowing red eyes and thick, dark fur. The caption underneath read, “Cursed Alphas.” It looked… powerful. Intimidating.