Alpha Pregnant Wolf Novels & Stories

I didn't pick any and asked him instead, "Seeing the clothes you picked, does that mean you're certain our pup is a girl?" A flicker of panic appeared in Christopher's eyes. He hurriedly explained, "No, of course not. I just thought they looked good. Male pups can wear these too." I ignored him and carefully selected comfortable fabrics for my pup. Seeing that I didn't press further, Christopher let out a sigh of relief. He stood up immediately. "Take your time choosing. The pack still has plenty of matters that need me." About an hour later, my bestie slipped quietly into my room and whispered, "I'm so furious. Christopher actually gave the wolf fang, the symbol of the Alpha's authority, to

"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.

I had to trust my guts and my instincts, which turned out to be that Wolf’s baby. I swallow hard as the memory of Derek flashes through my mind. I have tried to keep him out of my head even though he now has a strong presence in my life through his son. Our son. I, a helpless frail wolf from the north, have a child with the Alpha of the south, an enemy territory that caused the death of my parents. I smile at Irene as she cradles my baby in her arms and she smiles back. “He’s so peaceful,” she says. “He looks just like him,” I say, dejected.

A man who was a werewolf, who had been ambushed and injured, who had told her what he was in a hotel room and then disappeared before dawn. She had a baby. She pressed her hand to her stomach again. It had been quiet for the last few hours, the nudging, the pulses, the occasional howl that still sent a shock through her nervous system every time, and the quiet had a quality she was beginning to recognize, tentatively, as sleep. As if the thing inside her had its own rhythms already, its own pattern of activity and rest. She had read, in one of the fiction sites, that Alpha pups were conscious of their environment from very early in the pregnancy. That they responded to their parents' emotion

a heavily pregnant she wolf said as she took a seat carefully on a rock across our bank. Huge bonfires fanned by the dragons surrounded us while the Water Moon Pack’s doctors and warriors did their respective jobs. Carl’s Beta seethed with rage and was about to shift to attack along with his warriors before Carl stopped them all with a mere gesture of his hand. For the first time, we were all seeing him as The Alpha of the Great Water Moon Pack in essence and form. “Delphine” “Carl” “People who live in houses made of glass should not throw bricks,” Carl snickered as he threatened the pregnant woman’s unborn child.

she said. “Don’t worry he will contact you and if you want I have his number” said Althea. “He is your best friend. Can you tell me about him,” she said. “You seem so excited,” said Althea, smiling. “You know he is hot,” said Wanda. Both Alex and Mateo rolled their eyes and muttered “Girls”. “Althea you are Canis lupus and you are pregnant with a white wolf’s child, that makes the baby the strongest kind in an entire werewolf’s race,” said Grace.

Kane says. I roll to the left of him as he rolls to right, shifting as he falls off the altar. The witches scream and rush away from him. For a moment, I forget that I’m supposed to get on his back. His exquisite, golden wolf transfixes me. The rarest of them all. The biggest and strongest wolf to walk this earth. Born only once every hundred years and known to us as the Alpha of Alphas. Wow. Well fuck, don’t the gods have a twisted sense of humour?

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.

The same smell that had been in my nightmares. One of them—the tallest—spoke first. His voice was calm. “The White Wolf. Awake at last.” Damon stepped in front of me. He was ready to fight. “You’re on Silver Crest land " he said. "Leave.. Die.” The tall one laughed. A short laugh. “We’re not here for your pack Alpha. We’re here for her.” My wolf growled inside me. A low growl came out of my throat. The tall one tilted his head. "You feel it don’t you? The pull. The destiny. You were born to end this.. To save it.. Either way—you end with us.”