Alpha Level Mutants Novels & Stories

“Jonathan’s not flagged in the ATRY (Alpha Temperament Registry). No therapy record. Nothing. And he’s been around kids? Around Sebastian? Around you.” Tomas Moreno walked past pushing a cart overloaded with motion sensors and steel cable. “He shouldn’t have made it past the court gate,” he muttered. Felix, behind him, said nothing. He just dropped a bolt cutter into the cart with a sharp clang. The hospital filed paperwork fast and clean. Alpha Imprint Psychosis. Medical code 9.3.A-IP. A rare, scent-triggered condition of neurological override—legal shorthand for what happens when a bonded Alpha sees red.

Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts. This year was our turn to hold the annual Alpha meeting. Ever since Mykel stepped up and took over from his father, he had avoided each one with the excuse he wasn’t ready. But not this year, had we refused to accommodate it would have been seen as a great disrespect to the surrounding packs as well as those who are coming from further away.

Pine and frost and furious, untamed power. An Alpha’s scent. And it’s coming from right behind me.

She needed the identity of those Alphas. "You are right. The documents should be in father's study. Let's check them out." As soon as they got to the study, Godiva broke down in tears. She could feel her father's presence heavily because he spent a lot of time there. It wasn't long for Theresa to locate the documents. From the way they were kept in the drawer beside his desk, there was great importance attached to it from everything else. Godiva's last bit of hope began to dwindle when Theresa read the names; "Alpha Alonso, Alpha Storm, Alpha Bond, Alpha Brick, Alpha Caesar, Alpha Jax and Alpha Ice. They are just as fierce as their name sounds."

"Good day.'' Everyone responds in unison as if they are in a choir. The Alpha's fingers work quickly to tie his black shoulder-length hair back from his face, he squares his broad shoulders, then begins his lesson. Riveria feels herself being distracted by him, thinking that he should not be teaching a class of teen girls with raging hormones. She couldn't help but think that he looks like Chris Hemsworth. But with more muscles, tanned skin, one orange-coloured eye, and the other blue. She sighs, knowing that there is no chance on Earth of her catching the Alpha's eyes. He could easily get any female he wants, and the fact that he has no mate made all the females throw themselves at him. But

Yet Aya had never shown a single symptom, so it could not possibly have come from Mason. And it could not have come from Selene either; we had been close friends for years, sharing everything from childhood illnesses to family medical histories so I knew Selene carried no such mutation. So where had Ethan gotten it? The disorder had only been observed in lower-level werewolves so far because their weaker genes could not fight the mutation, allowing it to activate. Alpha-level wolves were believed to be immune, their stronger blood simply suppressed it, leaving the disorder dormant. But Ethan was undeniably Alpha, exactly like his father’s. An Alpha pup developing this condition was unprecede

"You are a genius, man!" "I know." The Alpha replies, smirking. Lance thankfully clues me in. "Jon put some of those tiny GPS devices Bill makes us in the meat." The Alpha beams, quite happy with himself for his innovative thinking. "I knew they were so ravished they would hardly chew any of the meat, leaving the devices to go unnoticed, now nestled in their stomachs. We will be able to track their location. I suspect from their description that we are dealing with the Silverhair pack. Silverhair means immune to silver. They are genetically bred mutants...soldiers they created through a science experiment. There are only 15 of them in their pack. We will know for certain soon. Jedd, go to wa

Those four words feel bitter on my tongue, and I have a strong urge to be sick. “What are you saying?” Marcus gently asks. I rub my face realising I have to tell them something, that while is not forbidden knowledge, is not one casually shared. “There’s something else that separates an Alpha from other wolves. An Alpha wolf has the ability to bite a human and turn them into a mutolupus,” I tell them. Everyone but Doctor Richard steps back in shock. “Why have we never heard of such a thing?” Vitali asks still in shock.

I'm completely confused, - and she looked inquiringly at the doctor. “Yes, yes, they told me that you have problems with memory, but to such an extent,” the doctor shook his head in bewilderment and continued: “Although people often confuse our concepts. Alina, your daughter is already alpha. And the alpha will remain, even if he does not stand at the head of the clan, or gets married. You will have a strong, healthy girl, lively, self-confident. She will have a purposeful character, she will know what she wants and go towards this goal. This is the kind of daughter you will have. And no one can change it. And alphas smell in their own way, not like us, betas. There are fewer of them, much l

In the underground fighting arena, there were many fierce beasts, as well as specially bred pets that were both protective and imposing. He immediately called Red, saying he wanted to choose one personally. Red frowned on the other end of the line, having never seen him this serious before. "Caleb, how about that Alpha?" There was an Alpha that had always been kept there. It was fierce but had been thoroughly tamed by Caleb. "That one it is. Airfreight it over." Red lit a cigarette and spoke in a teasing tone. "Are you sure the person you like will appreciate this gift?" This Alpha had white fur, a rare mutation occurring only once in tens of thousands. Moreover, it was an Alpha.