Alpha Sigma Wolf Novels & Stories

the man snarled, his hand raised in an aggressive gesture. But the moment he caught sight of my face, his expression froze, his eyes widening in shock and recognition. "A-Alpha Michael?" he stammered, the fight draining from his body as quickly as it had flared. The other hungry he-wolves scattered like leaves in the wind, my friends barking at them. "Clear the way, your Alpha is the one taking her home. You bunch of horny wolves!" Groans of disappointment and frustration echoed through the club as the men left, some turning their attention to other she-wolves while others watched on with envy.

**** Alpha Romulus Mansion: The evening breeze was cool as the compound of Alpha Romulus were filled with different wolves of high and low status. The Alpha's of all the five packs were seen standing next to each other, whispering to themselves so that the other wolves won't hear them. Soon, Osiris Wilderwood and his sons made their appearance in the compound and everywhere was quiet. The four of them were a sight to behold. Osiris Wilderwood and his two sons were on black suits except Zinedine Wilderwood who was just in simple black jeans and a long sleeve brown shirt with a black boots to go with.

“From the numbers, I guess tonight’s significance is not going to be a surprise to you. “As our young wolves grow, it is often evident from an early age if they rank, particularly if they rank as alphas,” she smiled as she said it and the gathered werewolves chuckled in rueful acknowledgement. “Alphas are our leaders. They are our warriors. They are a pack’s strength. As with many packs, it is our tradition to formally acknowledge the ranks when our werewolves turn eighteen. It rarely comes as a surprise to the werewolf, their families, or the wider community, but it is nice for us all to clearly acknowledge the coming of age.

Her look was full on serious again. Like she was trying to convince me that posting launch codes to nuclear missiles on social media was a bad idea. "As a Luna, you are above everyone in your pack except the Alpha. The Alpha will always have the final say. Always." I frowned a bit at her words. Isn't that how it works? The Alpha is supposed to be the head. The Alpha has the final say, and from my limited knowledge of wolf history, that's how it has always worked I believe. So what did Sarah want?

Rhett sent quietly. Waverly you got red? Aldric said already knowing. Yeah I got the bitch. Waverly growled. There are four leaders, like four generals. Red, white, steel, and black. We never could find out who the actual Alpha was but i alway felt like it was the black wolf. Once he showed up everything got worse. Red is a female and ruthless. She is known for dismembering. Steel is sneaky and will attack you when your back is turned. White, white goes for the kill. Don't play around. We only know their wolf forms. Aldric said his eyes were still on the dead wolf.

I growl at the man Dimitri still holds. The man smiles, blood pooling from his mouth. "Our Alpha." He laughs. A female can't be an alpha. No one would follow her. Except she's got her fighters going again. Everyone moves as the man laughs. Their fighters shift, attacking my fighters again. Why would these men follow a she wolf? I don't wait around for answers. Instead, I follow my men chasing the she wolf.

As I scanned the audience, my gaze locked onto Damien, igniting a surge of anger and irritation within me. Of course, the bastard chose the front seat. The meeting started. Then it was time to raise questions. A man who I acknowledged as the owner of an art collections platform raised his hands from the back seat. “You may speak,” I permitted him. “The Sacred Wolf is a symbol of peace for the werewolves. Why dispute over it when we have a greater evil ahead of us?” “She is valuable to any pack and can be used for the pack’s advantage. As long as she is rebirthed to their sanctuary, she will belong to that pack permanently,” I answered as I spoke into the microphone placed in front of me.

They were soon led into the meeting room where the Alpha himself sat. "Welcome to Howling Wind pack." A man standing before the Alpha announced. He was clearly the Beta. "Alpha Logan Darius of Howling Wind says welcome." Alpha Logan rose from his seat and walked up to where Draven stood. He opened his arms to hug Draven as it was customary while welcoming a visitor at howling wind pack but Draven held out a hand, stopping the Alpha. Questioning looks were exchanged between those present as this happened. Alpha Logan then stretched out a hand tentatively and Draven shock him firmly. "Welcome Alpha Draven." Logan said.

"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."

He fastened it to my hand. “As you two drink, you will officially be Alpha and Luna of the Smoky Wolf Pack. Do you solemnly swear to put the packs needs first, to rule with your heart, rule with honor and to die before any harm come to a member of the pack?” “I do” Wyatt said and he took a sip