Alpha Marks Novels & Stories

Beta cautioned. Gamma, a spirited and curious wolf, raised their head, their voice filled with determination. "But we have each other, our unwavering spirit, and the strength of our unity. Together, we can overcome any obstacle that comes our way," Gamma proclaimed. As they ventured deeper into the wilderness, the pack encountered towering mountains blocking their path. Alpha, their gaze fixed upon the daunting peaks, called upon the pack for their input. "These mountains pose a formidable challenge. How shall we overcome them?" Alpha asked, their voice carrying an air of curiosity.

His Beta shifts awkwardly beside him, his Gammas looking like they want to shrink into the wall. I turn away in amusement. My eyes meet the female Alpha’s instead. She smiles slowly, deliberately, and I feel a grin tug at my own mouth. There’s a flicker of recognition between us—silent understanding, unspoken alliance. Her plaque reads Alpha Thea of the Valdis Pack. Alpha Thea… Something tells me we’re going to get along splendidly. I’m still faintly amused when a sudden chill brushes across my awareness. Oh. Shit. Dominicus.

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.

He hadn’t hurt her, but it certainly looked like he was ready to introduce Shawn to a whole world of pain. Wolves were territorial. Especially the alphas. Damon had been coming on to her—marking her in the way of shifters, she knew that—and then another male had come into the room. So screwed. Shawn was struggling to get out his gun. His fingers were shaking, but, on the third try, he managed to yank the weapon from the holster. Then Shawn tried to lift the gun to Damon’s chest. “No!” Now her scream was full of fear. She raced toward them.

Breaking eye contact, I dipped my chin slightly. “If that was true, Alpha, you wouldn’t have let things get to the point that they did.” Hector chuckled at my words, and goosebumps rippled across my arms. “Little wolf,” he said. “Even an Alpha will not get away with doing just about anything he wants whenever he feels like it. That would be indulgent. Dangerous.” My nerve endings stirred at how it almost felt like he had purred that last word into my ear, but I kept my expression neutral.

Aria grimaced, what’s with these old people and getting unnecessarily angry? She just asked for the organization's name. “Uhmm, sir, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to annoy you. I just wanted to know where I would work. And also, yes, I agree it’s a good offer.” He looked at her for a moment, then his gaze softened. “Alpha’s Turnout,” he said. That was the name. Of course, she had heard that name before; she had wondered what type of name that was. But also, she had admired the decor she saw in magazines.

“Big words from a Beta.” Heather made an appreciative “oh no he didn’t” sound. Liam smiled. “Do I look like a Beta to you?” he asked softly. Gunner’s smile faltered. Because there, in the dark, with Collin’s snarl still vibrating the air and the wards thrumming like live wire and Liam standing naked and unscarred but somehow more dangerous than any of them, even Gunner felt it. Collin Hale was Alpha. Liam carried that bite.

* Mike replies just as the large doors to the throne room open once more. I peer at the Alpha who confidently strides forward. His tall dark frame with familiar green eyes lock on mine and he smiles wide and brilliantly. “Marcus?” I say with a frown because the man is almost the carbon copy of Lamia’s father. “Your Highness,” The Alpha bows, “Alpha Albert of the River Moon pack.” He speaks now nodding his head at Mike as a greeting. Mike smiles and bounces down the steps. “Alpha Albert, it’s a pleasure to meet you finally.” Mike extends his hand to the Alpha who takes it, and they shake vigorously. “My father will be sorry he missed you.”

“You look totally pissed off.” “Of course I’m pissed off.” He gestured to the vehicle behind him. “My motor home is full of a number of wolves, and I’ll have to deal with them for the next five hours.” Royd, Lreta, Kate, Susan, Jean, Jesse, Bracken, and Zander had all decided they would prefer to travel in the luxury of the motor home rather than any of the other vehicles. “Thank God I’ll have you to keep me calm. You have to sit up front with me or I’ll lose it.” “How did you cope with being an Alpha for so long when you don’t like having lots of people around you?” asked Tala, genuinely flabbergasted.

I knew little about the world of wolves, I had only been warned to avoid the alphas at all costs, because I was one too, and if they were not familiar there was some rivalry for some things, plus they had aggressive behavior towards others. At that time the world was divided between normal people, wolves and vampires. Humans did not know of the existence of these two races, by decision of both parties avoided this at all costs and tried to live in harmony with each other, there were laws about coexistence. They should never mix any of the two. That was totally forbidden, although the only thing we had in common was the existence of the Alphas, Betas and Omegas, which was handled in the same