Novel & Cerita Alpha Gray Wolf

He turns around and looks at me. “What did you do today?” He asks. “Nothing,” I reply and he gives a half smile that does not touch his tired eyes. “So your name’s Derek?” I ask out of the blues and the way his eyes widen in astonishment tells me I caught him off guard. “Yes,” he says, quickly picking himself up from the shock. “How did you know that?” He asks softly. “The scary wolf with black eyes called you Derek. Is he the Alpha?” “Right, Nate. Uh, he’s not the Alpha. He’s my best friend. One of the strongest werewolves in the territory.”

Boyd and Davis have been waiting ever-so-patiently for us girls to get all glammed up, and we wave them over and all head out. It’s dark, but the path to the bar is easy to follow. Hannah knows the way. On the way there, I learn more about Vienna’s friend Hannah- she’s part of the Goldenleaf pack, which is led by Alpha Gray. She’s been to the bar in Goldenleaf that we’re headed to before- apparently they’ll serve alcohol to anyone over 18, which is why it’s so popular. In our own little shifter towns, we can bend the rules when it comes to things like that. Us wolves metabolize liquor a lot faster than the average human, so underage alcohol abuse is less of a concern because it isn’t as dang

"That's unnice, I must say. Who's that by the way?" I hang my head. I don't think I can tell him it's my husband and mate. I'm too ashamed to say it because I'm sure he's going to see me in another light and I don't want that. "I don't think I can mention their name," I say in reply then change topics immediately. "You said you were going to give me a tour around the place, didn't you?" Kylian nods but I can still see the look of curiosity in his eyes. He shrugs it off. "This is my home. My father, the current Alpha of Zelda Pack is in the meeting,"

The same smell that had been in my nightmares. One of them—the tallest—spoke first. His voice was calm. “The White Wolf. Awake at last.” Damon stepped in front of me. He was ready to fight. “You’re on Silver Crest land " he said. "Leave.. Die.” The tall one laughed. A short laugh. “We’re not here for your pack Alpha. We’re here for her.” My wolf growled inside me. A low growl came out of my throat. The tall one tilted his head. "You feel it don’t you? The pull. The destiny. You were born to end this.. To save it.. Either way—you end with us.”

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.

All my senses homed in on that carcass. When they sensed my presence, their heads lowered. They let out low, warning growls. The alpha, a huge gray wolf, prowled towards me, hackles raised, lips furled back in a vicious snarl. With one bound I jumped over the wolf and landed right in the middle of their feast. The wolves scattered, confused by my intrusion.

While most wolves, even those who can shift, have eyes that range from brown to black depending on the dominant traits of their wolf, higher ranks display unique hues. Betas are marked by light gray eyes, with rare instances of deep, dark blue. Gammas have light brown eyes touched with flecks of gold, reflecting their steadfast loyalty and strength. Chief warriors stand out with their regular eye colors streaked with bronze, a testament to their battlefield prowess and leadership. But alpha wolves are in a league of their own. Their eyes shimmer with silver, a symbol of their authority and connection to the pack. In exceptionally rare cases, an alpha’s eyes can appear gray with silver or blu

My wolf revels in the simple joy of the run, the temporary freedom from human worries. The moon hangs high overhead, bathing the forest in light that filters through the canopy. My Beta, Alaric, a massive gray wolf with battle scars crisscrossing his muzzle, flanks me on the right. He's been by my side since I took the mantle of Alpha after Lyla's father died. On my left runs Aria, the pack's head warrior, her russet fur gleaming as she moves with lethal grace.

Rhett sent quietly. Waverly you got red? Aldric said already knowing. Yeah I got the bitch. Waverly growled. There are four leaders, like four generals. Red, white, steel, and black. We never could find out who the actual Alpha was but i alway felt like it was the black wolf. Once he showed up everything got worse. Red is a female and ruthless. She is known for dismembering. Steel is sneaky and will attack you when your back is turned. White, white goes for the kill. Don't play around. We only know their wolf forms. Aldric said his eyes were still on the dead wolf.