Alpha Real Life Dire Wolf Novels & Stories

“But, we are not pushovers. We strive to live in peace but the Redwood Pack are no cowards. We are beastmen but we are not monsters. We will fight! And we will die fighting to protect our beliefs and our pack!” The Alpha’s booming voice resonates in each and every one’s heart. Their eyes shined with an unshakeable fervor to fight for what they believe, and to protect what is important for them. After the crowd disperses, the elite wolf warriors went to have a meeting with the alpha and luna. Allona, Ronnie and George also joined. They need to develop a plan and strategy to maximize their advantage real fast. A scheme to thwart any unscrupulous attack of the enemy pack. A back up plan was als

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.

"So we are supposed to accept it? Accept that the girl we all blamed for her parents death is suddenly the White Wolf, the one the legends say could save us or destroy us?" The room fell silent again. I felt every eye on me. My heart was pounding hard that I thought it would crack a rib.. My wolf did not flinch. I stepped forward past Damon into the space between the tables. I looked at Marcus at the elders and then at the whole pack. I said, "I never asked for this. I never asked for the bond. To be the Alphas mate or to be the White Wolf.. I am and I am done hiding it."

The cries of the wounded, the roar of the wolves, and the clang of metal on metal reverberated through the air, a symphony of war. Draven, his body a tapestry of cuts and bruises, fought like a man possessed. He was a whirlwind of fury, his every movement a testament to his raw power. He was a bulwark against the tide of Mateo”s forces, a wall of bone and muscle that refused to be broken. Finally, he found Mateo, his face contorted in a mask of rage and desperation. The two alpha wolves locked eyes, their gaze a silent war. The air crackled with anticipation. The battle between the two alpha wolves was a spectacle of raw power and primal fury. Their movements were a blur of claws and teeth,

I mind link with my mate. “Is it done?” he asks. “Mostly. A few got away, but the pack has basically been wiped out.” I tell him about Doogie and his mother. “I let them go. He doesn’t…he’s like a toddler. He doesn’t even know what’s up or down.” “The last Alpha on record is a wolf named Clifford.” “I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say Clifford is dead. Doogie was definitely their Alpha.” “You’re sure?”

I was helpless and naked, immobile against the freezing, wet snow, sure it was stained red from the cuts all over my body. The white wolf stood over me and I realized I knew that scent. I figured out where I had smelled the scent of the mystery pack before. The wolf standing over me was Alexander Adalwolf, a man I had gone to Grey Wolf University with—a man whose life I had saved. He was the alpha of the Pine Forest Pack in Ontario. I looked up at him, wondering if he would take my life. That was when he shifted into his human form. “Wulfric?”

Einar growled roughly in my mind. "The guards will toy with them and kill them outright just for cheap thrills," I mumbled in disgust. Turning my head to see Boris, I crossed my arms as he approached. "Those two are the brothers of the female rogue Dire Wolf Alpha," he said softly. The two pups started howling. Exhaling deeply, I kicked the stall door and glared at the pair with glowing eyes. "A female Dire Wolf Alpha is a rarity for sure and surely just a rumor. I have heard enough tales from Ivan to know that it is probably all hearsay," I retorted and Boris nodded swiftly.

He was an Alpha, but not of our pack. Three towns bordered the mountainous terrain of Gunnison National Forest in western Colorado: the small and quaint Grandbay, the enigmatic and rural Eastpeak, and the town I grew up in, industrious and sprawling Dalesbloom. The man that adopted me, David Hexen, was the Alpha of a pack of wolf shifters—werewolves, some call us—the largest pack of the three towns. The wolf hunting with my pack was the Alpha of Grandbay and nothing like the tranquil town he came from.

He asked curiously. "He found our lost son in the woods," Sophia interjected, surprising Jinx. "Is he a decent fellow?" Faelon inquired bluntly. "The lonely male is a Dire wolf Alpha without a pack due to the rarity of the Dires. He is an old-school wolf, fair and honorable. He also has a young daughter named Sasha," he answered nonchalantly. Sophia looked up at me while biting her bottom lip in uncertainty. The Alpha was watching them and suggested that he invite the Dire wolf over for the evening meal. Both Faelon and Sophia nodded their heads.

He kept wiping his sweaty palms on his dark trousers looking out the windshield as if we were driving straight off a cliff. “No, Dane,” I replied dryly, staring out the window at the passing trees. “It is actually a terrible idea. We are driving directly into a camp of feral and angry wolves led by a man who wants to rip my father's throat out. But I am the future Alpha of this territory. I do what I have to do.” Dane swallowed hard with his Adam's apple bobbing in his thick neck. “Right. Of course, sir.” I leaned my head against the glass, holding back a bitter and sarcastic laugh. What a massive lie.