Novel & Cerita Alpha Male

I. "Nobody is going to touch you. Not while I'm around. They will all know that you're my mate; they can sense it, and no one likes to mess with another alpha's omega unless they're crazy. Trust me, darling. I'm not leaving you alone. Not this time. If they even try to touch you, I will rip their throat out." Allen raised an eyebrow. "What's up with alphas and wanting to rip throats out?" Sebestian chuckled. "Ripping another alpha's throat out means that they've won. You don't need to worry about it, darling."

There was no other Alpha that could take decisions like him, he thought. He always thought Aaron was full of himself, especially in their last meeting. The soldiers he sent to assist them were almost at his pack. He didn't want to accept help, but this might be a way for him to ask questions about Aaron from his soldiers. He knows no werewolf would talk against their Alpha but he would try. Some Alphas think Aaron is the perfect person to be the supreme Alpha, while some of them are on his side. He needed to have the whole council on his side, especially Alpha Ash, who was the oldest of all the Alphas and the head of the council of werewolves.

A notorious Alpha is known for his wealth, bad attitude, and aggressive behavior. Alpha Valen is the perfect Alpha Supreme to take down. He might not be the Alpha that scorned me, but his pack has power, power that I want. I want to take over a powerful pack so that I can have a pack that I can force to go to war and stop the bad treatment of omegas. It’s time for omegas to rise up and take back our lives from the cruel high-ranking wolves.

Sleepy Joe was alpha, no scratch that, Sleepy Joe is alpha. Lyles couldn't believe it himself, but it was true. His father IS now alpha. Any well behaved son would be happy, proud even, but not Lyles. His father didn't deserve to be alpha, but winning the challenge, and killing his own niece proved otherwise. The pack wasn't interested in burying Crinka, no their self interest was celebrating their new alpha., The prisoner that Crinka had imprisoned were released, and Sleepy Joe demanded a new and better clubhouse. Was sure to cost a fortune, but Lyles knew, it wasn't going to matter, given his father was now alpha. It was really a great day for the pack, but not for Lyles. He had called the

"The brave heart pack isn't a large pack. Instead of sending out warriors to aid them, why don't we share the land, Add it to ours and protect whatever we get alongside our land" I snorted. You could see Simeon's greed rearing its ugly head. He had no interest in the safety of the brave heart pack. He was concerned with the land. Acquiring the brave heart pack and putting it into his own. "That's ridiculous". Roland shouted. "Do you have a better idea?" he snapped at Roland. "And what do you propose we do with the Alpha?" l asked him. "Any Alpha who can not protect his land is unfit to be an Alpha. If we agree on this here, we can do the split and if he puts up a fight, we put him down"

“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.

That was also the time when everyone started abusing and harassing Amelia for her failed transformation. “Although I am Beta, I should have turned into my form years ago. Unfortunately, I am still waiting for the miracle to happen. Also, I have a mark on my chest” Amelia no longer cares about her not becoming a true wolf. How do people distinguish between beta, omega, and alpha? It's easy. 90 percent of males are Alphas, while 9 percent of male popularity belongs to Betas, and the remaining percent of male sales are Omegas, the ones to like either alpha men or alpha women.

Byron looked at me and didn't move. “Gabe, I knotted. Get the doctor here now.” Shit. He was the Alpha of all Alphas. The king if you will. We pledged ourselves to him, we remained Alphas, but he was stronger, faster, and bigger than all wolves. No pack can run with more than one Alpha without one being the Alpha of all Alphas. We were the only pack in a thousand years to produce triplet Alphas. Twins were extremely rare for Alphas, triplets were incomprehensible to most of our kind.

The first was a female and she barely knew her that much since she's married to her mate. The second oldest was Cyrus, who stays in the alpha's household ever since he got his mate. Yeah, he is soon to be the next beta of their pack though. And the least oldest. Alexander. He has nothing to write home about, that is in Petal's point of view. Just like their father, he bully and picked on her, making everything more difficult for her. He cares less about her existence and make her do his work, watching his friends pick on her and turn her into a laughing stock, forgetting the fact that they are siblings.

Anya started. “Shut up,” Nikolas snapped. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to fix this, or your mother pays the price. Do you understand me? I don’t care that he’s not the Alpha. He was acting Alpha, which means he’s at least a Beta. You better get him under control.” Anya’s voice cracked. “Yes. I’ll fix it. I swear.” “Oh, I’m sure you will,” Nikolas said mockingly. “But let’s be real—you don’t know shit. You don’t even know the name of the pack, do you?”