Alpha Gray Wolf Novels & Stories

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.

Her fur strikes a shade of grey that catches the soft light filtering through the trees, her form sleek and strong. Unable to help myself, I step closer and run a hand gently along her neck. She immediately growls low in her throat, her sharp teeth flashing in warning. "Sorry," I mutter quickly, raising my hands and stepping back. She huffs, looking away, and without wasting any more time, I shift too, feeling my human thoughts blend seamlessly with Alacrick, my wolf. Our wolves face each other for a brief moment, studying, connecting. I'm Kira. I don't think we've met” she introduces herself, her voice clear and confident.

another elder intones. Alphas are creatures made of aggression. It’s a simple fact, born because werewolf society favored the strong. To be the strongest in the pack didn’t mean to be the most aggressive, but the rise to the top was never smooth. No Alpha in Crescent Ridge’s history ever took on the leadership position without a few challenges. But the elders aren’t worried about this piece of common sense.

My wolf, Alba, was out, and she was furious. As my howl tore through the dungeon, I saw Alpha Drake, his body shaking like a tidal wave. He took down the rogue wolves that wanted to restrain me, his movements swift and deadly. I snarled, baring my teeth, but Alpha Drake didn't flinch. The dust settled, and Alpha Drake turned to me, his eyes filled with hidden cruelty. As I looked into his eyes, I saw something that made my blood run cold. They had changed, shifting from their usual piercing brown to a hazy blue.

Sasha and the rest of the guys barge in heavily armed. It’s too late for me to realize that the wolf in bed is Alek. The way they lower their guns and go on their knees simultaneously, like they’ve practiced it a thousand times, makes my heart swell with pride. “Alpha,” says Sasha, lowering his head, and the rest follow, including Kirill, who looks proud. “Oh, Goddess.” I let go of a shuddering breath as I step closer with weak knees. “Alek, you get your wolf back. You’re complete again.”

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.

Beta cautioned. Gamma, a spirited and curious wolf, raised their head, their voice filled with determination. "But we have each other, our unwavering spirit, and the strength of our unity. Together, we can overcome any obstacle that comes our way," Gamma proclaimed. As they ventured deeper into the wilderness, the pack encountered towering mountains blocking their path. Alpha, their gaze fixed upon the daunting peaks, called upon the pack for their input. "These mountains pose a formidable challenge. How shall we overcome them?" Alpha asked, their voice carrying an air of curiosity.

Troy breathed. It was only after Paul had shifted and started to walk towards where Agyemang stood on the wide stage that the proud-looking alpha allowed his own wolf to take over. “There he is…” Jake T breathed with awed amusement when Agyemang shifted into a large jet black wolf. Black wolves were noted for their no-nonsense attitude and ferociousness. It made them even more attractive. But from Jake T’s reaction, there was clearly more than met the eye. “Damn, he’s fine.” He moaned as he sat forward.

The wolf hunting with my pack was the Alpha of Grandbay and nothing like the tranquil town he came from. Robed in warm autumn colours, Gavin was striking shades of brown and bronze, brutally muscular, and nearly twice as big as most of my packmates. His fur bristled as he stalked alongside the elk, flashing his teeth at anyone who got too close to him, even Catrina. As her boyfriend and the future Alpha of Dalesbloom, I suspected he was here to help with the hunt. Alpha Gavin was known for being a fierce and cruel hunter, but watching him now, the aggression in his wolf looked almost like it was beyond his control. A lunge at the elk awarded him a death grip on its throat, forcing the elk to