Alpha Male Novels & Stories

1 BEAUTY UNDER THE MOON 4023 - (A new world created more than just two gender, after the relentless experimentation of scientist to give equality to different sexual orientation, now male can give birth, women can impregnate man, 60% of new population are called Beta they are normal without restriction, 30% are called Alpha's they're the one who can rule all gender and are known for being strong, 10% are called Omega that mostly look down, for being the weakest and needs the most protection)

Alpha is synonymous with males who are more dominant, independent, smart, fighter, strong, brave, everything related to someone's greatness will make them born as an Alpha. Alpha is a born leader for their next pack, Alpha also has its own level to differentiate it. Fighter, usually those who protect their pack from anyone's attacks, Wiser, usually those who provide direction for what they should do next to survive and the highest, , the highest throne for a leader, but not many are born as Hyper, only Alphas can tell the difference and Hyper is the most visible difference from the other Alphas.

“T-The alpha in this s-story, you, has s-spent his entire life, uhm. Being cold. Ruthless. It’s why y-you get targeted by—” “Wait, wait. How old is this alpha again?” “Uhm…same…” I clear my throat. “Same age. As us.” “Hah, nah.” Alex seems to finally lose his patience, leaning back as he crosses his arms. “Alphas are supposed to be reliable and trustworthy as leaders of the pack. This guy doesn’t sound reliable—he just sounds like a dick.” I hold back a snort, surprised by how put-off he sounds. I’d expect this if someone called a hockey puck a ball or something of that sort. But no, he seems genuinely frustrated by the story.

Clayton added. “I think we will,” I replied with a nod. Matty returned and escorted our new arrivals to the conference room. Seven more Alphas arrived with their men: Colin, Neil, Martin, Craig, Paul, John, and Kyle. Aside from John, who was in his late fifties, the others ranged in age from twenty to thirty-five. John was another older alpha without a filter. When he and Alpha Bruce got together, it was always bad. They tended to feed off one another and could be very disrespectful, especially towards women. My mother disliked both of them with a passion.

“It’s all of this Alpha bullshit!” Maryam nearly shouts, casting out a frustrated hand. “An entire culture of men who believe that because they’re physically bigger, and stronger, and can shift into the body of a lethal predator that it gives them the right to go out into the outlying towns and take what they want from them!? It’s –“ “Is that what Alphas really think?” Ella asks, her interruption smooth and calm, her own steady command slicing neatly through Maryam’s louder voice.

"Alpha Conrad is back." The words hit me like a thunderclap. My father, the former Alpha of the Vanderwilson pack, the one who started a war and left us to fight it, has returned after years of absence. For a moment, I’m frozen. My heart pounds, and Mark stirs uneasily in my mind. Why now?

I repeat, finally wrapping my head around the news. “Goddess forbid," I exclaim, jumping away from him like an African mother that just got told she lost her child. The guy giggles. “Ironic, isn't that? The big, bad, ruthless, homophobic Alpha is secretly gay." I shake my head like I'm trying to chase off a swarm of bees surrounding my head. “No. Hell No. You're fucking crazy. I'm not gay. I'm not fucking gay. I'm a man. A real man. I can't be mated to you. I'm not mated to you. Never. Not in this life and any other life. You're delusional." I say, not sure if I am trying to convince him or myself.

“Silver. Cold. Dangerous. Not rogue. He knows what he’s looking for.” Hong’s gaze hardened, jaw tight. “Someone strong,” he murmured. “Different. He’s not just an Alpha… he’s something else. Someone ruthless.” My stomach tightened. Alpha-level. That meant dominance, experience, and hunger. That meant power on a scale I could barely comprehend. And my wolf twisted beneath my skin, alert, ready. William pressed a hand to mine, squeezing it reassuringly. “Then we prepare,” he murmured. “We protect what’s ours. No one touches you—not while I breathe.”

The air seemed to shift, thickening with dominance that wrapped around my chest and made it hard to breathe. He was taller than I remembered, broad-shouldered and still gorgeous. His dark hair was neatly slicked back, highlighting the sharp angles of his face. His jaw looked like it was carved from stone, and his mesmerizing green eyes landed on us, cold and assessing, and that was enough to make my entire body shiver. He wore a black shirt that hugged every line of his muscles, veins protruding from his forearms as he folded them across his chest, looking every bit the untouchable Alpha he was.

Mark After the upcoming joint birthday celebration for my brothers and me, we plan to hold a special ceremony to transfer the Alpha leadership from our father to us officially. This event holds immense significance for our family as it signifies the continuation of our legacy and leadership within the pack. From a very young age, my brothers and I have dedicated ourselves to honing our skills and preparing for the responsibilities that come with being Alphas. It's a role that demands constant attention and focus but is incredibly rewarding. As Alphas, we hold power and influence within our high school, which naturally contributes to our popularity. We have the ability to lead and make an imp