Alpha Level Mutants Novels & Stories

“But yours—” “Both of them are lit up,” I said, “What does that even mean?” “Truly, you have developed omega traits, but you still have your Alpha traits,” Gerard said, “which is weird, because my drugs don’t work this way.” Gerard began his medical gibberish about how Alphas and omegas have an extra part of the brain called something that sounded like what could summon a demon, how his drug altered that part and neurotransmitter, breaking genetic sheath—whatever the fuck that meant.

one of them snorted. I bit my tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. The air was cold, damp, and carried the metallic scent of blood and smoke. My heartbeat was steady now, not calm, but focused. I needed to think. Needed to understand what was happening. A rogue Alpha. That’s what he had said right? Rogues didn’t have Alphas. They weren’t supposed to. They were wanderers, broken wolves with no loyalty, no structure, no rules. But if they had one now… that meant they were organized and united. That made them dangerous, more dangerous than I had imagined.

I peer again out of the window. They are now approaching my house. They are talking together, but I cannot hear what they are saying. Suddenly, I hear footsteps in the hallway. My bedroom door opens. "Bria," my father says. "Yes?" I say. "Alpha is here," he says. "He is waiting downstairs for you. He wants to introduce you to Jeremiah." My stomach drops. It's true. I can hear voices downstairs. I want to hide away. I do not want to meet him. "We have to go down there," Father says.

Around us, the transformed clearing begins to respond to my will again, but this time the changes are nearly invisible—shifts in air pressure, alterations in the way light falls, tiny modifications to the fundamental constants that govern this space. The Alpha senses something is wrong but can't identify exactly what I'm doing, his enhanced perceptions struggling to track alterations that operate on quantum levels. "What are you—" he begins, but his words cut off as my trap springs. The space around him doesn't just fold—it inverts, turning his own immense power back on itself in a recursive loop that grows stronger with each passing second. He's not fighting me anymore; he's fighting his ow

"Maria will never choose you. You're the only one who got in the way!" "Just because you're the alpha doesn't mean you get everything you want. I also am a leader in my clan and you have to understand that". Some of the wolves growled in either agreement or disgust at what the leader of the vampire said. "So you admit to taking my mate" he drew back his lips in a smile. Ruthie's growl resonated from deep in his throat. "She is not your mate!" Without another word, he launched at Ruthie and his claw spread ready to kill then he paused as if being controlled. He could perceive humans coming. It smelled like a feminist.

His scent is instilled in every crook of the condo, Adom can sense it as easy as dew forms before dawn. Alexander is an alpha. That's evident. Adom needs to decide how high up on his list of problems that certain aspect is. When he thinks about the way Alexander yielded to him last night without an ounce of fear his heart thumps. He's not sure he could ever do that in front of another alpha, let alone one he met in a bar. Alexander had laid himself bare right there in that alley and Adom had not thought twice about following him back to his house then. So why is the fact that Alexander is an alpha such a hindrance to Adom now, he thinks. Or is that not the problem at all? Adom furrows his br

Ronan asked, eyes piercing deep into mine. An interesting question. Not what I'd expected, but Ronan rarely asked questions without purpose. I considered my answer carefully. “I see an Alpha who is no longer himself. One who has been—” I hesitated, searching for the word. “Corrupted,” I said finally. “He’s become unpredictable.” "Because of the human." "Because of what she represents," I clarified. “And what is that?” He asked, knowing the answer already. “Emotions that cloud his judgement.”

mia screeched she is part of ally's little mean squad and enjoys it when it's time to train as I'm usually the punching bag. I have heard rumors about Alpha Jacob he is ruthless and if someone even looks at him the wrong way he will end them right then and there. I left and started to serve up lunch when I smelt the most gorgeous smell of light rain fall and lavender but I ignored it and went back to the kitchen to clean, that's when Ally and her gang started to surround me. I didn't even try to defend myself I just laid on the kitchen floor in a ball as they kicked and punched me. they stopped when they heard that Alpha Jacob had arrived and left me bloodied up on the floor.

Being with this Alpha must be ten times better than being stuck with Gamma Price. I have to make this work. No matter what.

Everyone checked out identical to their original references. An Alpha command is a command that is the highest of its kind. When you are under Alpha command you cannot lie and must do or answer what is asked of you. It’s like a built-in lie detector that an Alpha uses to rule their pack. Drake also had not gathered any new intel from the High Moon Pack – the rogue pack “gone good” as I like to joke to myself. I am struggling to understand the concept; hence the delay in us signing a full alliance with Drake and the Blue Moon Pack.