Alpha Shane Novels & Stories

“What does that even mean?” Asher gave a small shrug, and a shaky little smile that didn’t match his usual bite appeared on his face. Then he stuck his hand out at Zane. “Hi, I’m Asher. I’ve always thought I was a West, but turns out I’m not. I’m not really good at school stuff, but I’m a damn good racer if I say so myself. I’m no longer an Alpha. I’m an Omega now… whose heat is dependent on... someone.” Zane felt his lips twitch at the last part, but he killed the smile before it surfaced on his face. “You're ridiculous,” he said, shaking his head. “Look, I asked for—”

she drawled, as she looked left and right, trying to find an escape yet again. “Don’t even think about it,” he iced out, before his features broke into a wry smile, “You run. I chase. And believe me, I’ll catch you each and every time.” She gulped down her fear and tried to look at him, mustering all the courage she possessed. She ground her teeth and then asked, “Why did Shane call you alpha? And what’s an eraser?” “There are ranks in our community, and the word alpha refers to the leader of the pack,” he told her, his expression still blank but his eyes softening.

Seeing them so focused on Petra, relishing in her fear towards them, annoyed Christian, as he shouted, "I asked you dogs who you are! Unless if you are indirectly telling me that werewolves are incapable of introducing themselves! Just like true country hounds you all are!” At his demand- a demand with a hint of insult- the surrounding werewolves all glared at him, insulted by the comment. "Huh. And here I thought you were just a hopeless little halfblood with a temper tantrum. To think you also lack manners of a werewolf. Have your parents not told you what happens when you cross someone superior to you?" the leading shadow said. "Very well. If you truly want to know who I am. I am one of A

I immediately knew it was no other than Zane. I was stunned by his wolf’s beauty, he was absolutely gorgeous; even though he was covered in a little blood. He shifted in his human form, in front of me and OH BOY! Holy mother of all fucks! Zane in his human form was even more beautiful than his wolf form, he was a walking Adonis. The epitome of male beauty and strength. He oozed this sexy yet dangerous aura about him, suitable only for an Alpha. My gazed lowered and Motherfuc —

she looked very dubious, but nodded her head when she saw my grave appearance. I guided her to the couch and took her hand in mine to offer her support, “My mate’s name was Austin Summers, Alpha of the Full Moon Pack. Devin. He- he’s my son.” Her voice cracked and she broke out in sobs by the end, immediately I gathered her in my arms allowing her to cry on my shoulder, before I could say a word the door to my office flew open to reveal Papa Jamie.

Wayne's economic sanctions caused quite a stir, but the panic and pleas from the Azure Pack that he had expected never came. Instead, what Wayne got was a completely unexpected outcome. Lucas Quayle, the Alpha of the Sunfire Pack who had always maintained close ties with the Azure Pack, traveled day and night to arrive at the Azure Pack. I reunited with this Sunfire Alpha in my father's study. Looking at the tall, handsome werewolf in front of me, I felt an instinctive sense of closeness and an unreserved sense of safety.

He looked at the people on their knees, and they trembled. "Every one of you," he said, "every single one of you who thought you could take what is mine and live to enjoy it, will learn tonight what it means to be the enemy of an Alpha. Not because I am cruel, but because I have no choice. If I let you go, if I let this pass, then the next person who thinks about betraying me will do it. And the person after that. And the person after that. Until there is nothing left of this pack but ash and memory." He raised his hand, and the Beta drew his sword.

I say, my voice growing stronger with every syllable. “We need him for now to take charge of the trade routes. Remember that, Zara,” Alpha Silas says, restarting the engine. The heavy SUV hums back to life, the powerful headlights cutting through the blinding white veil of the mountain storm. "But we have the thread. And we have the Master Weaver." As we begin our slow, calculated descent back toward the Downridge estate, my shivering finally stops. I watch the snow fly past the passenger window, no longer feeling like a helpless victim of a storm.

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by

Alpha Markus stands near the boundary, flanked by two of his shadow-clad assassins who keep their hands resting lightly on the hilt of their blades. "WOW," Hank drawls with a smirk as he takes in the sight of my bare, blood-spattered chest stepping out of the vehicle. "Did I happen to show up at a bad time, Alpha Xander?" "No. State your business, Markus. What do you want?" "The Council has granted me full permission to eliminate your uncle once and for all and I came to tell you as a courtesy." He says. “I apologize in advance for your future loss, I know how deeply you all care for him…..especially you, Lana," he grins, stepping forward and taking my sister's hand in his.