Alpha Regret Novels & Stories

Of course, many packs don't. It's not uncommon for alphas to intentionally make themselves and their warriors sound a bit more ruthless and bloodthirsty than they actually are. A little fear helps set healthy boundaries and can make your enemies think twice, but I'm not so sure that's the case here. They have a roughness about them, a darkness. "Mam," the gamma tips his chin at me and makes a weird motion with his hand, like a cowboy with an invisible hat, "Bradley Walters, Blood Moon gamma. Where can we set up camp?"

"Four betas. One Alpha." The Alpha was easily distinguishable. It was twenty percent larger than the rest, its armor plated in a darker, gunmetal grey, and its fangs sparked with electrical energy. MOB DETECTED: ALPHA STEEL HOUND (NETWORKED ELITE). LEVEL: 40. HP: 15,000/15,000. "That's the router node," Jax whispered, lying beside Ren. "The betas are slaved to its command frequency. If we capture the Alpha, the rest of the pack—and the real-world drones they represent—will follow."

Gerald was indeed the alpha material, Lucine sincerely acknowledge. Gerald, the older son, had always been assumed to be the next Alpha, but a tragic event in the past had changed the pack's dynamics. A few years ago, Gerald had been involved in a brutal fight with a rival pack, leaving him with a severe injury that had taken a long time to heal. During his recovery, their father, Alpha Marcus, had begun to doubt Gerald's ability to lead, fearing his impulsiveness and aggression would put the pack in danger.

"This is madness. Alpha Killian, you're sacrificing all of us—the entire supernatural community—for one woman and one baby." "Yes," Alpha said. "I am. And I'd do it a thousand times over." "The prophecy—" "I don't care about the prophecy," Alpha interrupted. "I care about Annie. I care about our child. Everything else is secondary." Josh Mercer stood up and turned to Alpha. "Do you realise what you've just done? You've just declared war on everyone in this room. On the Council. On the covens. On the packs who believe in the prophecy." "Then let there be war," Alpha said calmly. "I've fought wars before. I'll fight another one."

For my lack of a wolf? The humiliation I’d made out of myself at the game tonight? Alpha Rhys Jaeger is known as the “Mad Alpha”, mentally deranged Coach who keeps himself off the ice during the games but keeps his pack hockey players in check. While he stands beside Alpha Silas, he looks more calm than the rumors portrayed, towering over even Silas’s pure muscles and height of 6 '2. Everyone knows about him. Or… thinks they do. They say he doesn’t have control when he shifts. That he’d killed Alphas during games, that he doesn’t keep wives, but sex slaves and trophies.

I glanced toward Dax and noticed the way his jaw clenched tightly, his muscles tense. “That slave is all yours now, Dax, no take-backs and we will feast on this new human! It’s settled!” He was almost bouncing on his combat shoes with excitement, eyes gleaming like a predator that had just caught the most prized prey. And I couldn't blame him. The girl who had just arrived as the latest sacrifice was undeniably beautiful. Young too... maybe around my age. “You… are the ones they call the Alphas?” she asked. “Yes, we are,” Ragnar answered quickly, puffing out his chest, already playing the part of a proud beast showing off his territory.

At some point, he began to give himself some pep talk and this led him to yell that he shouldn't be afraid of anyone no matter what they claim to be. Beta listens attentively to his Alpha, as usual, trying to analyze if there is a threat or not. Beta Valor us that kind of person you will love to have as your team assistance head. It wouldn't be a bad idea if you get to allow him to make decisions for you because he is detailed, thorough, unbiased in judgment, and never quick to anger. Even when you make him blow off a fuse, he just smiles at the end while thinking of how to get everything sorted. He plans, strategies before executing his plan. He is the complete opposite of his Alpha Hayes,

I started. Rebecca grabbed my shoulders. "Listen to me. Alpha is not human anymore. He is what they made Thomas into but perfected. No humanity left to exploit. No programming to hack. Just mission objectives and weapons. He was designed specifically to kill you and everyone you love. You stand and fight, you die. Simple as that." "Then we all leave," Albert decided. "Evacuate everyone. Regroup somewhere—" "No time. Alpha's team moves fast. They will catch anyone who runs now." Rebecca was already moving, pulling weapons from places we did not know existed. "I stay. I slow them down. Buy you minutes. You take Grace and go. That is the priority."

he says, his fake little smile reappearing on his face. I clenched my teeth as he turned his back on me. What's the matter with him, as if he cares about me...? Alphas are Alphas; they believe that omegas are only for breeding, and they believe that they can reject anyone and choose the partner they want. Arther and Rage are the same; they both think highly of themselves, but I keep them by my side. To begin with, I am a total fool.

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.