Alpha Omega Armament Novels & Stories

Which I shouldn't be feeling. I stared down at my hands, my knuckles were still faintly smeared with soot and blood. These hands were meant to lead, to command, to protect my pack, not to touch an omega who trusted me as her Alpha. Damn it. I ran a hand through my hair, the motion sharp and restless. I couldn't let this happen again. I couldn't afford it. I am Alpha Archer of the Western Pack, a title that demands control, distance, and strength. Desire is a luxury I cannot indulge right now, especially for someone like her.

*Bram* “Walk with me, Commander Bram.” Alpha Kaelen gives me an order, and I obey it, even though I’m immensely busy at the moment. We are in the process of preparing for our newest attack against Moon Falls Pack. Normally, our preparation doesn’t involve any sort of weapons because it’s considered dishonorable for wolf shifters to fight with weapons. But… Alpha Kaelen has decided he doesn’t care about honor at this point. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to destroy the enemy. So we aren’t just loading up the supplies we will need–food, water, shelter, supplies for the healers–but weapons as well. Metal claws that fit over our regular ones, body armor, even bows and arrows and knives tha

The space was quiet, but it was a different kind of silence—one that invited focus and preparation. The walls of the armory were lined with weapons of every make and design, from steel swords to carved bows. The weapons were meticulously arranged and cared for to prevent rusting and keep their shine and sharpness. I took a deep breath. My fingers instinctively trailed across the hilt of a blade as I moved deeper into the room. Most Alphas wouldn’t bother with such a collection. They had no need. Their wolves were their weapons—beasts of immense power capable of tearing apart enemies with ease. But for me, the situation was different.

Tomorrow, I'd bring the Omega back to her house, then leave to meet with Alpha Patton of the Lebroch Pack to obtain my title. Simple as that.

Rowen said. Leila was bouncing around, and yipping excitedly in my head, but I didn’t trust his words. They seemed too good to be true. I felt as though he was playing some kind of game with me. “But you are an Alpha, and I am an Omega. Those two do not go together. Omega’s are not strong enough to be Lunas.” I said quietly. “That is actually not true, and I had that proven to me.” Rowen said. “How….how sir?”

Before I could formulate a plan, Nicholas approached, pressing an AK-47 into my hands. "I think you will like this approach, Alpha," he said, his expression grim. I accepted the weapon, nodding my approval. "Excellent thinking, Nick. We will meet force with force, how dare they attack my pack on the day of my coronation?" As I adjusted the magazine, my gaze drifted to the trembling pack members behind us, some shaking like leaves. With a curt gesture, I signaled two of my warriors to take the lead, and I followed closely, intent on confronting this new threat head-on.

I froze, expecting the Beta to join in their cruelty, or worse, to deliver a punishment for causing a commotion. Rhys stopped directly in front of the Omega who had shoved me. His large hand closed around her chin, forcing her head up. The snarky smile never left his lips, but his amber eyes were suddenly hard, predatory. “Listen, little mouse,” he said, his voice dropping to a fierce snarl. “That particular piece of dirt is currently property of the Alpha.” He punctuated the word property with a slight, warning shake of her head. “The Alpha does not like his things damaged. If I catch any of you so much as looking at her with disrespect, Kael won’t skin you. I will. Now scatter.”

And most of them had opted for different universities, and all that burden was going to rest on me. This should be the job of a beta. I took another look at the files and I pushed them to the side; one of the twins will take care of that once I brief them. Instead, I focused on more pressing matters. Our armory had been dwindling, and we needed more weapons, but there had been an issue with the supplier the former alpha uses, and he wouldn’t be able to attend to our orders anytime soon. Apparently he had gotten tangled with humans. It was no news that he had been delivering weapons to some countries during their wartime, but he had been caught, and one of his captors happened to be a hunter.

They had no direct knowledge of the original network’s higher names, but the payment trail was still warm. Afternoon shifted into layered work while the prisoners were processed. Kael and I took Rowan through the eastern training grounds again, this time for a short, visible walk that let the pack see the heir safe and present. Warriors paused and offered quiet respect. I stopped to speak with two of the omega instructors about adjusting the next joint session to include more defensive scent-work. The conversation stayed practical. The pack continued building even while the immediate threat was being broken.