Alpha Lockwood Novels & Stories

The man who had removed my handcuffs on the day of Maeve's ceremony, the Beta of the Sabre Pack. "Alpha Maddox, I was hoping to catch you for a chat." He mentioned awkwardly. Probably feeling just as embarrassed about catching me in nothing but a towel, as I was about being caught, in nothing but a towel. "Under previous circumstances I didn't get a chance to properly introduce myself. I am Beta Whitlock, but you may of course call me Alex." He introduced. "So.. about that chat?" He concluded. "No." I responded, rather harshly. He looked a bit taken aback, so I decided to throw him a life line.

A sharp pain flashed my cheek when Jace jumped onto his feet and slammed his hand to my face. A gasp swept through the Pack and I brought my hand up to my face, shocked and in pain. He took my face in his hand, forcing me to look at him in the eyes. "You listen here, you piece of shit. I'm Alpha now, I decide what the Pack will and won't do. I GIVE THE ORDERS!!" he thumped his chest with his index multiple times, letting out his rage. "So you better shut your mouth and know your place..." he shoved me back onto the ground, and pain rippled through my left side, a burning sensation invading my skin.

Something was off, and the feeling within the room became palpable. “Welcome gentlemen, I am honored that so many of you could join us tonight,” Alexander started. He leaned forward resting his hands on the table as he looked directly into the camera. “There are just five days left until the action starts, and I thought it was high time you got a little preview of what you are all fighting for. How many of you have dreamed about having your very own human pet? Someone that would answer to you and only you, the type that you could use and abuse in any way you saw fit only for her to come back begging for more?”

With an excited gasp, my mother practically skipped to the door and welcomed in the four people I’ve been dreaming about meeting for years. Alpha Damian Lockwood had his signature broody expression that was reserved for the entire world except his mate. His tall muscled figure made him look like he was taking steroids or something else unfair to the rest of the world. But what stood out above all else was his deep jagged scar that started on his right cheek and trailed down to the edge of his jaw. It was given to him by his own father in a tragically abusive backstory only a male lead would have, one that took four entire chapters of the first book just to cover. By the end of the latest boo

“Alpha, there's an important call for you to take care of.” “A call? Who is it from?” “He's not actually a friend of yours or even a business partner.” “If not, then who is this person?" “According to him, he just needed me to tell you that his name is Alpha Damian from the Lockwood pack.” What? The Alpha of Lockwood pack? What the hell does he want from me? “You should transfer the call to my office.” “Right away sir,” he quickly exited my office and did exactly as I've said.

Albert looked around with a piercing gaze. “I, Albert Summer Whitelock, claim my birthright on the White Moon Shadow Pack. From now onwards, I declare myself the alpha of the White Moon Shadow Pack with my mate, Rita Summer Whitelock, as my Luna.” Albert declared in a commanding and cold tone, sending a jolt of shiver to everyone’s spine in the room. “That pack is already destroyed. You can’t claim that.” Raymond roared in panic again. Albert smirked mockingly and gave a mocking salute to Raymond with his two fingers before moving on his heel with a straight posture, unleashing his alpha aura for one last time before walking out of the room with Adolphus.

Alpha King Hudson's commanding presence resonated as he took in the cheering crowd. "Alright, alright, people! We have another contestant—though not a royal, she is still a contestant," Ferragamo announced condescendingly. "Please give it up for Bellaflora Lockwood, Luna of White Claw Pack, and only daughter of Alpha General Maxwell Lockwood." The room fell silent, broken only by the occasional whisper. I had requested Chad to let me enter alone, as I wanted to avoid any perception of bias in the competition.

A name echoes from the depths, not my own, a title spoken in whispers and screams by a thousand voices: The World-Ender. And beneath the title, a single, coherent memory slams into me with the force of a freight train. I’m standing over the ruins of a different city, a different Instance, my hands dripping with something that isn’t blood, looking at a man with familiar, wary eyes. Liam Reed. He’s saying my name—my real name—and his voice is the only anchor in a world coming apart. The memory vanishes as quickly as it came, leaving me gasping on my knees in the white nothingness. But it left something behind. A scent. Not ozone, but something wilder. Pine and frost and furious, untamed power.

“Something unbelievable happened. A masked man bid a crazy amount for her and won. And when a fight broke out, he revealed himself.” Lucas raised an eyebrow. “And?” “It was Jacob Wood,” I said flatly. “The Alpha of Alphas.” Lucas’s mouth fell open. “No. Seriously?” “I wish I were joking,” I snapped. “He fought Marcus openly. Beat him badly. And he refused to give Natalie back. The whole place nearly turned into a battlefield.” Lucas slowly exhaled. “That’s… unexpected. What does he want with her?” “That’s what I want to know,” I said as I dropped into my chair, still restless. “Jacob Wood—risking his name for someone like her? It makes zero sense.”

One that came from. The Silver Lake delegation stood near the western windows, a tight cluster of power and privilege. Alpha Marcus Blackwood, looking every inch the traditional leader in his formal attire. His Luna Elena beside him, ice-blonde and perfect. Their Beta, Alexander, tall and watchful. And clinging to the Beta's arm, a blonde female whose blue dress matched eyes currently widened in alarm as she tracked my approach.