Alpha Omega Armament Novels & Stories

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

"Although I'm the alpha, you shouldn't be so afraid. I'm only here to speak." The man winced at his touch and smiled hesitantly. Rae was meant to be feared and respected by all in the pack. They had spent their entire lives learning in this manner. Nobody dared to question him, but some were more afraid than others. "I'm Elio, Alpha." he murmured as he observed Rae getting closer. "I can sense your wolf, Elio. And you have a strong wolf, despite your fear. Care to explain?" Rae inquired. "I come from a bloodline of betas sir," he replied, lowering his gaze as if unable to meet Rae's eyes.

But nothing about this is simple, not since the moment I met her eyes in the snow and felt the world drop out from under both of us. My fingers drag through my hair, pulling it back from my forehead. I force myself to stand still. That’s what Alphas do: they hold steady, even when the ground shakes. I reach for the jacket slung over the arm of the chair. It’s not the formal one—no medals, no showy embroidery—just plain black wool, the left breast patched with our insignia: a wolf’s head, rendered in silver thread so tight it gleams in the half-light. The weight of it grounds me. I slip it on, fasten the collar, and try to imagine it’s armor. The clock on the mantel ticks, the hands stuck at

But in this moment, I felt a deep sense of fulfillment, a deep connection to the legacy of my pack. As I made my way back to the heart of our pack, I carried with me the lessons learned, the strength gained, and the unwavering determination to protect those entrusted to my care. The armory had been my sanctuary, a place where I had forged my body and spirit, preparing myself for the battles that lay ahead. And with each passing day, I grew closer to the Alpha I aspired to be—a leader who could guide our pack through the trials to come, a protector who would stop at nothing to ensure their safety and well-being.

“Poison arrows mean we’ll bleed time, not just wounds.” Ophelia nodded, fingers flying. A shadow fell across her cot; she looked up to find Beta Hawthorne. He cleared his throat. “Rowan, the Alpha requests a full antidote kit on the west rampart.” “Yes, my lord.” Rowan packed vials. Hawthorne’s gaze lingered on Ophelia’s bandaged back. “You can still use your hands?” “Yes, sir.” “Good.” He softened marginally. “The pack needs every thread this morning.”

Alpha Riley opened a group mindlink for everyone heading to Alpha Caspian's pack. 'Men, I want all of us to come home in one piece. Keep an eye out for one another and never leave a comrade behind. Try to fight in human form so you can use your skilled weapons while using your wolves' strengths. Shifting to your wolves will always be the last option. Do not close your mindlink. Channel your pain to me if it's too much to bear. Are we clear?' 'Yes, Alpha.' Almost everyone answered in unison. "Are we clear?" He asked out loud since Alba and I didn't answer.

He was beta Lamarck— a cruel and bitter wolf. “You know how much shortage we have. We lost one of our surest resources last night. The Alpha wants her out of here” “But her buyer would be here anytime soon? What do we tell him? He's the only one ready to pay a reasonable amount,” another responded as they walked away from me.

But Alpha Cage put his arms down. “Sleep” he ordered coldly and the Omega's body succumbed to the order.

What had Alpha Charles been preparing for? Before me are hundreds upon hundreds of pieces of armour, from helmets, breastplates, leg shields, Kevlar vests, armoured arm cuffs and gloves. I put everything I can on, they won’t stop the impact of a bullet and won’t fully withstand a wolf bite. But they will provide enough resistance to prevent the assault from being deadly. I return to the training room, to find that I’m one of the last ones back. “Why is there so much armour here?” I ask, still unable to understand why a werewolf pack would need such things.

Annie felt Sabine’s hurt, yes, after all this time it still hurt her wolf to think about what happened. “How old are you?” he frowned. “I’m forty- two Alpha Armstrong.” replied Annie, sincerely hoping he would just leave it there for Sabine’s sake. “A real-life maiden aunt then I see,” he remarked. “I hope your rooms are to your liking, if you need anything please just ask my omegas, they are at your disposal.” With that, Alpha Armstrong shook hands with Alpha Henri and strode off taking his overpowering aura with him. “Wanker!” Sabine spat, fur bristling.