Alpha Male Wolf Names Male Novels & Stories

Josh snickers out and I can’t help but smile. “Yes, it most certainly is. There are twenty-four ranks for wolves: Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Epsilon, Zeta, Eta, Theta, Iota, Kappa, Lambda, Mu, Nu, Xi, Omicron, Pi, Rho, Sigma, Tau, Upsilon, Phi, Chi, Psi and Omega.

Sasha and the rest of the guys barge in heavily armed. It’s too late for me to realize that the wolf in bed is Alek. The way they lower their guns and go on their knees simultaneously, like they’ve practiced it a thousand times, makes my heart swell with pride. “Alpha,” says Sasha, lowering his head, and the rest follow, including Kirill, who looks proud. “Oh, Goddess.” I let go of a shuddering breath as I step closer with weak knees. “Alek, you get your wolf back. You’re complete again.”

The male wolf replied, struggling to speak as blood was oozing out of his lips. “What!” Lachie reacted and then, he shrugged. “Can you mention names of the wolves in your former pack?” Angus asked again, and I knew his intention was to disturb their peace and pass revenge on them, rather than killing them. “Do so, very fast!” “Alpha Thane, Caelum, Ewen…” the female wolf said, her voice stiffened for fright. “He actually knows the pack he has come for.” I commented, breathing heavily at the female wolf, as I walked around her, my eyes turning red at her.

Maybe I had to follow her path but first, I had to figure out what book this might be. “Hey,” I called the wolf in my head, “what is the Alpha’s name?” I asked because the male protagonist was always an Alpha. Always. “Liam,” she responded and I could not pretend to be surprised. It was the most common name for Alphas in werewolf romances. Liam, Lucas, names like that. The abused omega mates were named Lily or Aria or even after the goddess Selene – like me. The plots were similar, the names uncreative so how would I figure out which book this was? All of them blurred into one in my head!

He seemed to have a smug look on his face as he held the hand of the young female gently. "Hello. Welcome to the ball. May I ask your name and what pack you are from? Alpha...?" She was at a loss for a name and she could see the boy shift slightly. "It's a pleasure to me you. I am Alpha Chace Langsford. This is Rowan my mate and her brother Ryder Danes. He is going to be my beta in a few years. He is a tough wolf." Alyssa nodded at them and then she noticed the look in Ryder's eyes. He lowered his head, but at the same time, like the other two, their necks were bared to them to show that they were submitting to them.

Emotions were fleeting, and the Alpha King was known for never letting his own rule him. Her gaze shifted to the wolf resting nearby. “That wolf looks so tired,” she murmured. “Well, it spent nights beside you, keeping you warm,” Melva replied. “Did you think of a name yet? It would be easier to call him properly.” Althea tilted her head in thought. “Hmm… how about Ash? It’s a male wolf, right?”

He turns around and looks at me. “What did you do today?” He asks. “Nothing,” I reply and he gives a half smile that does not touch his tired eyes. “So your name’s Derek?” I ask out of the blues and the way his eyes widen in astonishment tells me I caught him off guard. “Yes,” he says, quickly picking himself up from the shock. “How did you know that?” He asks softly. “The scary wolf with black eyes called you Derek. Is he the Alpha?” “Right, Nate. Uh, he’s not the Alpha. He’s my best friend. One of the strongest werewolves in the territory.”

Us males were designed to ask forgiveness, not permission. I had heard enough stories of the Little Alpha already, and her best moves as Luna, before she had even accepted the role. She had what it took, and it would be good. Her wolf’s name, Tala, translating to alpha she-wolf, suited perfectly. I smiled to myself, looking forward to the future. Little Lya, my long lost baby sister, not only mated to an exceptionally admirable alpha, but also now the alpha of the Wulvers due to winning a challenge - a challenge against our father.

I ask her, forgetting about everything around me, the cliff, the wolves, the rushing Genecy, “I wasn't aware that wolves had their own names.” “It’s not something one wolf tells another, and only Alpha wolves can speak with our human forms as I can,” Altre replies, “My name is only yours and mine to know. You cannot tell anyone else of it, and even if you do, they won’t hear it. That’s how the bond between a werewolf and their wolf spirit is created.” “I... understand,” I say, still dazed, “You’re finally here.” “Elizabeth,” Suddenly, Eric’s voice breaks through my happy moment, and I immediately growl back at him. My situation dawns on me yet again.

But his name is what got me the most. Most wolves have a name, not a title for a name. I was expecting a common name when I met my wolf, but he just kept repeating, "I am Alpha." Later he finally said, "everyone has only ever called me Alpha. And now we are Alpha." Alpha and I whip through the trees and join our pack members circling three rogues, two light browns, and a grey wolf. They all look thin and weak. I shift back and stand proud. I allow the wolves to feel my Alpha presence.