Alpha Lockwood Novels & Stories

Isla took point, pushing through with her shoulder, emerging onto the wooden deck that overlooked the battlefield below. The scene was chaos incarnate. At least thirty wolves were engaged in combat against what appeared to be shadowy figures—not quite solid, yet deadly in their attacks. The sand, once pristine white, was now stained with blood and marked with the signs of supernatural warfare. Isla's enhanced vision immediately sought out Liam. Her mate was unmistakable even in wolf form—larger than most, with fur the color of burnished gold and a presence that commanded respect. He fought alongside an even larger wolf with silver streaks in his dark coat—Maximilian Lockwood, Alpha of Alphas

I didn’t even bother with a shirt. He was waiting in the foyer like he owned the place. Tall. Arrogant. Wearing a smug smirk and a black suit, his dark hair slicked back like he was walking into a boardroom rather than enemy territory. “Alpha Lockwood,” he greeted, his tone mocking. “Always a pleasure.” “Get to the point,” I snapped, stepping closer, my fists clenched. He raised a brow, pretending to be unfazed. “Just came to check on your father. Heard about the unfortunate... accident.”

A groan. “Locke!” I found him underneath a heavy piece of metal pinning his legs. “Hold on, boy. I’m getting you out.” With all my might, ignoring the protesting muscles in my back, I heaved the barrier away from him. “Can you move?” I bend over him, scouring him for injury. We had to hurry. An alarming rumble came from the damaged structure. “Think my leg’s broke, Alpha.” He tried to sit up and coughed up dark blood. That was not a good sign. It was more than just a broken leg.

Pack your things. It made my jaw tighten, especially as he believed that he could make me leave without my children. A soft knock broke the silence. “Come in.” The door opened carefully, and Regina stepped inside. “Madam,” she said quietly, closing the door behind her. “I know that you don’t want to hear it, but there is something that you need to know.” I didn’t turn right away. “What is it?” She hesitated. “Alpha Lockwood will be returning this evening,” she said. “He has called to inform me about it.”

“I want to lick off the water with my tongue.“ He didn't reply immediately. He just took a slow, deliberate step towards me. “Come and lick it off then.“ Thank Goddess… I didn't waste time at all. In a swift movement, I threw the duvet off me and jumped out of the bed, my heavy breasts jingling. I stepped in front of him, and dropped to my knees with my acrylic nails digging into his thighs. I looked up at him and oh lord... this man is too beautiful to behold. A set of stormy grey eyes. A sharp jawline that is so perfect. Skin so smooth like that of a fairy. He is perfection and the Goddess must have sculpted him on the most happiest day of her life. Alpha. Lucas. Blackwood Alpha of the Moo

The drumming stops. “Jaxon Lockwood, son of Aredian and the Luna, Margaret Lockwood,” his voice echoes through the silence, steady and sure. “you’ve stood before the elders and undergone the trial of ascension or exile.” A long pause follows. “By the power vested in me by the pack and fellow elders, you are hereby…” Oh God. Oh God, I bite my fingers, my chest going tighter and tighter. “Proclaimed Alpha, leader and protector of the Oakwood pack, commander of the betas and gammas, lord of the omegas, the King Wolf.”

There is no way he could possibly know I’m aligned with the rebels. “Alpha Jackson,” I call out. The werewolf blanches, his brows furrowing. “Yes, Your Majesty?” “Would you be so kind as to introduce me to this Alpha?” I point to the rebel spy, whose thoughts immediately turn more doubtful. “Alpha Klave of the Greenwood Pack,” Alpha Jackson says. I stare down Alpha Klave knowingly, and he huffs. “If you are insinuating that I’m a rebel spy, as you call them, I can tell you I am offended by the accusation.”

The small white card was damp from Helen’s grip, and Valkira turned it over under the dim light, her eyes settling on the logo printed across the front. A sharp silver wolf’s head stood against a pitch-black background, with clean white letters underneath that read: THE BLACKWOOD PACK. Valkira’s eyes went cold as she stared at the name. Her thumb pressed harder against the card until the thick paper bent beneath her grip. Aaron. The new Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. He had lost a fortune at the Laurel Tower city auction when Valkira outbid his family on every property they wanted, and a week later she cost him millions more in the stock market.

Several pointed subtly toward the white-haired older Alpha seated quietly at the far end. I turned toward Lockwood. And he stared directly back at me. What an interesting fellow? The old man had lost something important; and that's fear. At first it almost amused me. Then I realized he was maintaining eye contact deliberately. Everyone in this room knew I despised that. “I heard you brought extra dogs,” I said evenly. “What for?” Still staring into my eyes, Lockwood answered, “For nothing precisely. Is the Alpha displeased?” There was composure in his voice that had never existed before.

I put all my groceries on the table in my room and took them all out of the grocery bag to make sure nothing was left behind me. "At the lecture site, we will also meet with them. But it doesn't matter as long as we aren't looking for trouble, right?" Wendy lay her body down on my bed. I remembered the thing that my aunt and the others had talked about "Hey, Wendy. I had heard there were some problems in this city,and the councils joined in advising. Is it difficult? I think Alpha has always been firm in its decisions. Unlike my father who is only a beta," I asked.