Alpha Rick Novels & Stories

That was easy enough. “In fact, I will go with him. Make sure my pack name is not tarnished. If that is okay, your majesty?” Alpha Rick says. I don’t like this Alpha one bit. How has he been an Alpha here for so long without me hearing about him? “More than fine. We have one more stop to make along the way, though.”

So they were so grateful when the neighbor pack wanted to help guard those bandits. “Alpha Rick.” Rio nodded once and shook hands with the man who wore a bird feather on his head, and only animal skin as his clothes. He had a lot of tattoos on his body to his face. “Beta Rio.” Alpha Rick nodded. He is the Alpha of the Rock Mountain pack. Alpha Rick and several of his pack members helped the Blue Moon troops to take captives who had disturbed many packs around their area. Mountain Rock is the Werewolf pack with the most unusual terrain in Theta and that makes these dangerous Rogue troops not intere

Given the strength of the Alpha we needed to ensure his captivity at all costs. Our first indication that he was still a pompous ass was his laughter that greeted us. Rick wanted to rip him apart immediately, but we needed answers before we could destroy him. “Laugh it up asshole. We’ll have the last laugh,” Rick says to the Alpha. “Oh, Beta Rick I wouldn’t be so cocky just yet. You don’t know the whole story,” the Alpha says. “Don’t confuse yourself, I’m not cocky; I’m confident,” Rick adds.

He rushed forward to Alpha Rick's side and fought happily beside him. Alpha Rick’s presence was felt throughout the battlefield. His presence ignited another fire in the warriors and burned the enemies' fire. At that moment, he was titled the commander. The enemies were frightened at the look of their enemies. Yes, they were strong. The enemies knew that. Still, they managed to keep them in check because of their number, but now when they look at the enemies, all they can feel is death. At the arrival of Alpha Rick and when he started fighting, every single one of them turned into crazy wolves tha

“I’m afraid it’s been a while since we received guests so our etiquette is not the best,” I blinked at the man in surprise, “Hello, Queen Lydia. Welcome to the Blood Moon pack. I’m Alpha Rick,”

"Felix has taken over as Alpha." "What?!" Rick growled. "How could that be, that swine! I'm going to kill him!" Rick boiled with rage.

*Typhon* I rake my hand through my hair, a little bit peeved that this annoying little Alpha has made me laugh more in the past day than I have in the past year, “Do you know, if you weren't the enemy, you'd be rather entertaining.” He shrugs.

The strange man chuckled. "This is Tim," Alpha Ryan began, "he's not a foe, he's a friend from the city and these are his vehicles, he's here to help. It helps us travel faster." Many members of the pack had no clue on the modern world that humans lived in so it was not a surprise we couldn't figure these things out. We shifted and awaited the Alpha's orders. "Mark, Glow, Dian, lead the pups into the second Jeep. High ranks into the third and fourth, pack members, fill the rest, and Omegas take the last vehicles." He ordered some of his warrior wolves.

He'd chosen to remain in his mountain paradise, but visits often enough to keep me satisfied. Moments later, one of the ancient council members hobbles across the stage and begins a long speech about honour and valour. He describes how Ricky had left us weeks after I became alpha to assist the Council, becoming one of their secret agents and single handedly putting a stop to the vampires trying to control lycan packs. A month ago, Ricky had returned to Red River and challenged the old alpha. They both fought hard, but the old alpha fell. Ricky was then immediately challenged by the old alpha's son and beat him. Apparently, the arena was one big bloodbath that day.

I am happy that one day, he’ll be the one to rule Alvannia after my father. Valerian wore a long black jacket over a waistcoat that was buttoned down. A black long-sleeved shirt underneath hugged his skin. Unlike the other black parts of the jacket, the top collar, the lapels, his cuffs, the buttons, and the center fronts of the coat were striking gold. His long black hair fell graciously on his shoulders. “Who’s that?” I asked pointing at a man that walked beside my father as he approached us. “Oh, that’s King Iyrick of Meldonis. This year’s ball will be hosted in his palace. I’m guessing he came to personally escort us to his kingdom.” Valerian answered, waving at the unfamiliar old man.