Romans & histoires Alpha Omega Wolves

Those were their trophies. “Hunters,” I whispered to myself. “Rasia….” My father’s voice cracked through the noise. He was the Alpha of our small pack. He was strong and looked unbreakable. U turned towards him…running. But I never reached him. A blast goes off. The shockwave threw me into the dirt as pain exploded through my shoulder. I immediately tasted blood. When I looked up, the elder’s hall was burning. Wolves I trained with, fighters, are dropping like flies as silver bullets pierce through them.

As the day wore on, the wolves meticulously drafted their petition, each word carefully chosen to convey their sentiments accurately and respectfully. The petition began with an invocation to the Alpha, acknowledging his authority and expressing their high regard for his position. It then proceeded to outline their grievances, citing the prolonged waiting period and the lack of communication from the Alpha. The wolves respectfully requested a meeting with the Alpha within a reasonable timeframe to discuss their concerns and explore potential solutions. Once the petition was complete, the wolves faced the challenge of delivering it to the Alpha. They knew that the Alpha resided in a secluded

I pushed him away from my face with my leg, and he growled at me, without thinking, he launched towards me, and I picked up a huge wood in the fire I built and mashed him with it. I pointed the woods towards both wolves, and they moved back, I might be a human but training with werewolves in the past five years really came in handy and they hated fire. “You little bitch!” He growled as he pounced on me and used the wood to tear his flesh open and hit him so hard with fire making him burn. I ran into the woods as fast as I could while one of the two wolves chased me down. I was close, I could hear the sounds of cars and people getting close, but I didn't stop running as the wolf was in my tai

Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts. This year was our turn to hold the annual Alpha meeting. Ever since Mykel stepped up and took over from his father, he had avoided each one with the excuse he wasn’t ready. But not this year, had we refused to accommodate it would have been seen as a great disrespect to the surrounding packs as well as those who are coming from further away.

"You can get started on those. I’ll join you once I’m done here." I nod and head over to the desk, feeling Audrey’s burning gaze follow my every move. I ignore her and get to work, sorting through the books one by one, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling crawling up my spine. The books are filled with the history of werewolves and their lineages. I flip through each one, trying to find something—anything—about myself. But there’s nothing. I scan several books and come across an interesting revelation. Ezra is the Alpha of the largest pack in the country, followed closely by Lucian’s pack.

The other two wolves emerged from behind the mansion, their fur a darker, more foreboding shade that seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows. The three wolves padded towards Nicholas, their eyes fixed on their Alpha with a deep, unwavering loyalty. As they drew closer, they fell into step before him, their howls merging with his in a chorus of sorrow and defiance. Together, the four werewolves stood as one, their voices echoing through the night, a testament to their unbreakable bond and their shared commitment to their pack.

"You can't? Aren't you just like them? I mean, from what I've learned so far, an Alpha is like a king." "I am only an Alpha on the outside, Arwa. A true Alpha has a wolf. A wolf is an important aspect of our life, but I don't have it. Or better yet, I've never shifted." "Why?" she asked softly, inching a bit closer to me. I could smell her, a sweet and flowery fragrance which made me ball my hands into fists. She didn't even realize the effect she had on me, or how badly I wished I could have her. But I had to control myself, because she was not mine to claim. Yet.

But his pheromones filled every corner of the room, so thick I could barely see through the curtains of my own primal lust. An Alpha. He was an unclaimed, dominant Alpha. No wonder he was affected by my heat. What I couldn't understand was why he hadn't claimed me yet. If I were being pushed to claim him... That meant he had had the urge at least thirty seconds in. Was he perhaps stopping himself? Ha, funny. Alphas were uncontrollable beasts who projected their weaknesses onto Omegas, and because they ran the world, Omegas were the ones being punished for their faults, indiscipline, and cruelty.

Alexander chuckles at that, “I don’t think I can answer the latter question. No one knows why they exist; they have just been since the dawn of our existence. They help govern the pack and contribute to it. Those of the Alpha tier are the leaders, and there can only be two Alphas in the pack as I told you before. Alphas have red eyes in their wolf forms, that’s how they are recognizable. Deltas have orange eyes, while Omegas have yellow eyes.” “Woah,” I breathe. “Yeah, it’s pretty straightforward like that. Deltas are meant to be the protectors of the pack which is why they are always members of the Guard or on patrols. While they aren’t as strong as Alphas physically, they are certainly fas

It's the signal to stop and hold position. Jorge’s soft, brown wolf stands side by side with Erik, panting. He's the only omega to run with the group, had insisted, and all things considered he's kept up well. With one glance at Erik, Ricardo yips once and waits for the head alpha to nod his head once before he spins on the pads of his feet and continues climbing the mountainside. He doesn't expect to make it too much farther before he runs into a patrol. If his brother is smart, he’ll have pairs of wolves rotating guard.