Alpha Predator Novels & Stories

“There might be more of a response if you contacted them directly. You know how they feel about werewolf society and hierarchies.” Damn it! I threw down the reports that I was looking over. He was right. I hated dealing with the hunters and their society. They were cowards, hiding behind stolen magic of witches they’d hunted down in the past. If it wasn’t for the need for peace, I would have happily moved toward wiping them out. As alpha of the strongest pack in North America, I knew that I could unite our packs and rid our continent of them if I really wanted to. But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters?

To meet the leader of hunters after so many years. It's definitely going to be interesting. ..... Silas's pov I was in my office,staring at the recent attack pictures. Lost in thoughts. Elora was right, there two dead bodies found in the forest? Were not a normal rogue killings, the brutality with which they are killed. Shows it was someone else. Someone way powerful. "Alpha!" I look up from the photos, to see the pack help standing there. With head lowered. "Yes. What's it?" "I am afraid Sir, Luna refuses to eat the food we offer. She demands to meet you."

His scent is instilled in every crook of the condo, Adom can sense it as easy as dew forms before dawn. Alexander is an alpha. That's evident. Adom needs to decide how high up on his list of problems that certain aspect is. When he thinks about the way Alexander yielded to him last night without an ounce of fear his heart thumps. He's not sure he could ever do that in front of another alpha, let alone one he met in a bar. Alexander had laid himself bare right there in that alley and Adom had not thought twice about following him back to his house then. So why is the fact that Alexander is an alpha such a hindrance to Adom now, he thinks. Or is that not the problem at all? Adom furrows his br

As long as children and warriors are fed with lies and false history to their own believed-to-be-right perspectives, rivalry and conflict remain alive until everyone lives up to fighting and killing each other. “Handa! Marcha!” the beta, Marcus, growled and shifted into his hazel wolf. Leading the army was the largest wolf among them all. The Alpha. His fur differs the murkiest among them. It is black that slowly shades sangria red as it reaches the ends. I won’t deny, that he looks audaciously intimidating in that stance. This Alderhaw is, undeniably, the Alpha of this pack. “Stop staring at me,” emerged a voice in my head.

"In each pack, there is someone who leads the pack with someone beside them, it could be a woman and a man. We called them Alphas." "Alphas are the leaders, they get the power to choose whatever they want for their packs." "There are also other positions like Betas who is the second leader, Gammas who are the third in command and there is more." "Alright, so what am I doing here?" She asked, narrowing her eyes on Max. "Well, baby, there is something important that you should know about the tradition of werewolves." He said with a smile on his face, Jayla didn't understand why he was smiling in a serious moment.

She closed her eyes as she let the tears flow freely down her cheeks, there was nothing she could do against these people. They were formidable and she was only their toy to play with as they deemed fit. Alessandro had made it clear today that he was not done dealing with her. She could not even being to fathom how he had ripped a man’s head off his neck, shattering bones and tendons with just his bare hands. She steadied herself on his shoulders as he quickened his pace. Her tears increased, her thoughts were confused, she could not think clearly but one thing she was sure of was that Alessandro was a predator, a very deadly kind and she was his prey...

The alpha addresses his pack, his voice resounding with unwavering confidence. "Tonight, we hunt as one," the alpha declares, his words carrying the weight of their shared purpose. "Should any rogues dare to cross our path, we shall eliminate them without mercy." As the alpha speaks, a transformation unfolds before their eyes. His human facade fades away, replaced by the form of a formidable and majestic wolf. With each leap, his body grows in size and strength. His sharp claws glisten in the moonlight, and his teeth, as white as crystals, accentuate his primal nature.

The fragile threads of peace threatened to unravel, and the couple realized that their role in maintaining stability had only just begun. Adrian, donning the mantle of an alpha, convened council meetings with the leaders of his werewolf pack. The air in the dimly lit chamber crackled with tension as the elders questioned the wisdom of aligning with vampires, even under the leadership of a hybrid child. Adrian, his gaze unwavering, emphasized the importance of unity and the need to evolve beyond the cyclical nature of hatred.

Jonathan stepped forward angrily, eager to teach the disrespectful wolf a lesson, but I held him back with a smile. “I assume you know who I am?” I asked, and he smirked. “I know just who you are, Alpha Aeros, and that puts me at an advantage, unlike you.” He cocked his head sideways, and I could sense the threat in his tone and see it clearly in his eyes. Now, it felt like we were walking on thin ice, and any wrong move could lead to something I didn’t have the time for. “We just want the woman who was dropped off here a while ago.”

I groaned with disgust, “seriously Nyx, he and his friends, all are a bunch of bullies! The entire pack is terrified of them and this blacklisting tradition.” “He is cute.” she stomped her feet, thrusting her phone in my hand, “He is the alpha of this territory. Of course he can do whatever he wants” “I have never seen someone as evil as him.” I gritted out, “all he does is bully the people weaker than him and take pleasure in it. Only cowards do that.” “Nyx Jo!” The voice was scarily familiar. Nyx eyes met mine, and then widened. “I should run.” she whispered.