Alpha Real Life Dire Wolf Novels & Stories

That was cold, he could've at least let me thank him for helping me that time. "What a dick." Daichi said, fixing up his tie. "They think just because they're alphas, they can strut around like their hot stuff, piss off." He yelled but they were probably too far to hear. Daichi is a beta and he's hated alphas for as long as I can remember but he's friends with some people who are alphas. He might hate alphas but in his words, "Only the Alphas who are too proud to distinguish right from wrong." Akito on the other hand is an alpha that he trusts, we all met in elemtary school but Daichi and I were friends first.

That was how I had no choice but to change into my wolf form and sprint out through the window and into the woods, running with everything like my life depended on it, because it did. Alpha Kane's last words were, "If I set my eyes on you again, I'll make sure they are the last things you see before sending you to hell." And for someone whose strength rivaled everyone else's and was called the alpha of death, I had no doubt he'd fulfilled that promise to millions of others in the past. When I jumped out the window, I was working purely on adrenaline and didn't notice the sprain in my ankle, nor the fact that my pheromones were leaking and we were still underneath the auspicious hour of the b

another elder intones. Alphas are creatures made of aggression. It’s a simple fact, born because werewolf society favored the strong. To be the strongest in the pack didn’t mean to be the most aggressive, but the rise to the top was never smooth. No Alpha in Crescent Ridge’s history ever took on the leadership position without a few challenges. But the elders aren’t worried about this piece of common sense.

CYRUS "Master Cyrus, what brings you here, where is the Alpha king" I entered the pack house as Alpha Mason followed me. Mason was the Alpha of the pack of wolves who resides in France. The world was populated with Lycans and werewolves, and to keep their kind hidden in order for the humans not to feel threatened, Vincent had chosen an Alpha for each country and continent, to protect the races of the Lycans and werewolves. He led me into his study. I sat on the chair, while he sat opposite me.

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.

The Alpha commanded everyone. Five minutes later, everyone, including Luna Lisa, had shifted. The Alpha took the lead, with his wife by his side. Off, the entire pack went running into the woods. Barely thirty minutes into their run, a loud howl filled the night. The entire pack stopped running and turned to the wolf who let out an agonized howl. It turned out to be Luna Lisa. Two female wolves went to her and she let them know the baby was coming. They communicated this to the entire pack using mind-link. At once, the Alpha shifted back to his human form.

Rhys watched the dust from the departing car. "He'll be back after she is at the compound safe and sound. There's time." He turned around and looked at the Alphas. "So now we wait?" Carr slowly nodded as he listened to reports from his pack. They were deep inside the cave system. They knew when the Dire Wolves returned they would know something was wrong as soon as they got within scent distance of the caves. What they had to hope for was that they'd be stupid enough to enter the caves. If not, it would be a fight to the death with ten altered wolves twice as big, twice as strong, and twice as deadly as any normal Werewolf. Even minus the numbers they had sent back to the compound with priso

The 25-year-old werewolf, who by rights should have assumed the mantle of alpha, had been cruelly robbed of his destiny by a grievous injury sustained in a brutal pack battle. Ryker, a stalwart friend and loyal pack member, proudly bore a banner emblazoned with the inscription "Hail the Future Alpha!" in bold, golden lettering. The banner was draped majestically above the fireplace, where it fluttered proudly in the flickering candlelight.

However, the healer was unsure of the phone numbers’ identities. A voice responded. The voice wasn’t a machine message. “Hello, Dominic? What’s wrong now?” The deep voice of a well-recognized male wolf. Ever since the secret existence of the supernatural condition broke. This voice belonged to Gregory Wolversen, Alpha of the Black River Pack and head of the Toronto Council of Alphas.

Wild Trail is a smaller pack and doesn’t have the footing we have in the werewolf and human worlds. In my studies, I learned that this wasn’t the norm for the Wild Trail pack. They used to be an extremely popular pack that was always very successful. It seems that since the previous Alpha died, Derek Williams, things started to be lacking in that pack. It is sad actually because the Wild Trail pack had an exceptional reputation. The story goes that Alpha Derek was patrolling his lands one night and he caught something along the border of his territory and the neutral zone. No one is sure what happened then, they just know that he was found right outside his territory with his throat ripped o