Alpha Galaxy Wolf Novels & Stories

The bond snapped tight between them, undeniable and raw. No. This isn’t right. His wolf, Rand, howled in warning. It’s her. “She’s wolfless,” Raymond thought, jaw tightening. She is our mate, Rand insisted, don’t you feel it? He did feel it and that terrified him. Wolfless meant weak. It means useless . It meant a mate who couldn’t run with him, couldn’t fight with him, couldn’t lead beside him. An Alpha with a wolfless mate would be questioned, mocked, challenged.

We watched her as she got out of the car, stripped off her clothes, throwing them in through the drivers window, shifted into her wolf, and took off into the woods. Jaxs followed closely behind her with no problem. Her wolf was beautiful a little large for a female, but we already knew she was an Alpha female, so that would explain it. She was graceful and light on her paws, leaping over fallen trees, swerving in and out of the vines and undergrowth like she was a part of the forest itself. We watched in aww as she navigated the terrain with spped, ease, and precision. Suddenly, the wind shifted slightly, and the wolf lifted her nose to the air. I knew we had been found out. Jaxs whimpered a

A rogue. The wolf is huge, but it is a skeleton covered in matted, filthy fur. It snarls, a wet, rattling sound, and begins to circle her. It’s hungry, and it scents the "Alpha’s Mark" on her—the invisible brand Alaric’s touch left on her soul. To this beast, she is the ultimate prize. Juniper’s heart slams against her ribs. Don't run, she tells herself, echoing Torin’s training. Prey runs. Predators fight.

"Get lost!" Carlson waved his hand at the wolf in anger, throwing him out at least ten feet away, his eyes red and bloodshot. He refused to let anyone suggest that I was dead. Just as he was on the brink of despair, another warrior rushed in anxiously and reported loudly, "Alpha, we've got news! Our scouts spotted a white wolf with one blue eye and one silver eye in the Northwind market, and her build looks exactly like Ms. Radolf!" A white wolf with different colored eyes?

CHAPTER 61 The wolves advanced towards us with their movements predatory. They both had dark brown fur and The larger one took the lead. Rising to my feet, I stuck close to Praya, who positioned herself ahead, assuming a defensive stance with her limbs bent forward, ready to charge. A vicious growl resonated within Praya, as she glared at the imposters. ‘Can you tell who these wolves are’ I asked her through our mental connection. ‘Jessica and Gerald,’ she answered and I felt a sudden shock course through me.

"So we are supposed to accept it? Accept that the girl we all blamed for her parents death is suddenly the White Wolf, the one the legends say could save us or destroy us?" The room fell silent again. I felt every eye on me. My heart was pounding hard that I thought it would crack a rib.. My wolf did not flinch. I stepped forward past Damon into the space between the tables. I looked at Marcus at the elders and then at the whole pack. I said, "I never asked for this. I never asked for the bond. To be the Alphas mate or to be the White Wolf.. I am and I am done hiding it."

There is no fear on her face. "Girl, you don't know anything about me, I told you, I have the power of more than fifty packs of rogues under me. Did you hear me?” Wolf Alpha laughed. “I heard you, I know everything about your fifty rogues pack. But as I said, you don’t know Crysler Dark. He already has defeated all of them, and he is now the Alpha of all of those packs with not rogue wolves, but his warriors. An army of his wolves." Lucy said. A peaceful smile came upon her face. AND all the blood drained from Wolf Alpha’s face. It seemed as if Lucy dropped a bomb over his head.

My wolf, it appeared, placed the ultimate premium on transparent data streams, and what he had categorized as a minor tactical omission felt to my beast like sabotage, fabrication, and absolute betrayal. Re-establishing a binding contract with my wolf was going to require a massive amount of physical output on his part and a total database override from my side, but his inner wolf was entirely locked onto that objective. Somehow, he would finalize the bond. He respected my processing speed, he desired my physical frame, he honored my boundary lines, and the mutual respect was the dominant energy guiding his beast. "I left my high-frequency ear receiver somewhere near the armor storage locker

He must struggle a lot to contain his wolf at this point. "Please, Alpha...", i breath back to him. "Don't hold back..."

Making a swift decision, she straightened her dress and ventured into the corridors, choosing the route that led to the archives. Upon entering the archives, Alara felt the familiar hush welcome her. Alden, the elderly clerk, offered a polite nod before returning to his work. Rows of dusty tomes and scrolls stood silent sentinel. She navigated toward the section dealing with ancient wolf lineages, scanning spines for anything that might further explain the fabled bond between an Alpha and a white wolf. She had read scattered references before, but she hoped to find more concrete details that might aid them in the conflicts ahead.