Alpha Sigma Wolf Novels & Stories

I could feel it. I was next in line for the position of the Alpha. It was two months till the Carmella, and I'd not yet found my mate. I was going to suffer for being the freak of the Pack. This was a big crime. Anyone who ever happened to pass their eighteenth year without finding their mate, here in the South Pack, was considered an anomaly. They were always banished, while the unfortunate ones ended up being killed. I swallowed hard at the thought. A knock on the door jerked me away from my thought. "Come in," I said in a placid tone, sensing it was my mother. I watched in the mirror as the door swung aside and true to my expectation, it was her.

I questioned my wolf as I searched through the shelves of the closet. Opal growled sourly and explained, “Because one, he knew Ian was on his deathbed bed, and he had a contract already written up so he was no concern; the second is because he was going to trade you for the Howler Claw pack lands because you're a Sigma and worth the land Kirill owns.” “Can't I just unify the packs and take him out,” I questioned her. “Yes, but now that you're also an Alpha Sigma, you're a much more valuable commodity. A Sigma Wolf can unify, but an Alpha Sigma can unify and rule much more,” she said softly, and I furrowed my brow.

Nothing disgusts me more than rogues, they had no respect and had a disgusting stench that I can't stand. “Your highness, a few Alphas will be coming to the back according to his highness…" “Five warriors to each pack which their leaders are headed here, not a single scratch must be found on them before they reach the pack." I stopped when I noticed he had something to stay, but he was keeping shut “... What is it, Felix?” “The King's father is on his way as well.” “Do as I say, ten warriors to the King's father instead. Hurry.”

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.

said a shivering Micah on his knees with the rest of us after hearing him introduce himself. Every wolf who has heard of the Lord Alpha - protector of all and our true king as a child, knows how dangerous and deadly he can be when angered. 'What the fuck?' I said to myself. Was I just playing Hanky Panty with the Alpha of all Alphas? No alpha would want an Omega, vane, or a Dhormot around them as a company. Since I can't smell any Wolf on him, he's not mated. Lord Alpha Radulf is well known for being insatiable. It is said that he doesn't share his bed with a wolf twice.

She whispered, so only I could hear. “Why, thank you, Luna Amelia,” I kept my tone sweet. “It means so much to me to have your support.” Yeah, right… She breathed a low laugh. “Just keep your opinions to yourself. A lot is riding on this alliance. Smile and look pretty. That’s all you have to do. Can you manage that?” “Sure.” Unless something happens that I couldn’t possibly ignore. The four alphas, all devastatingly handsome with bodies that could put male models to shame, approached us. One had a scar running down the left side of his face, but it didn’t take away his good looks. I guessed their ages to be between Connor’s and Joel’s.

But while Wilson wrestles with this dark specter, an insidious conspiracy brews in the shadows—a sinister plot that seeks to unseat him from his throne. Deep within the hidden recesses of an old, decrepit mansion on the edge of the city, three Alphas gather in secret, their voices low and urgent. The atmosphere is thick with the acrid scent of betrayal, and the air hums with a palpable sense of menace. Alpha Lucius of the Ironfang Pack, Alpha Thorne of the Blackstone Pack, and Alpha Dorian of the Poniros-Lycus Pack, known among their kind as the Sly-Wolf Pack, are the architects of this treacherous scheme.

“So, those titles, what do they mean again?” “Ah, right,” William begins. “The Alpha is the leader of any given pack. He’s either the strongest or the most cunning of the pack. Alphas are faster, stronger, and slightly bigger than the rest of the normal wolves. They run the pack, and everything they say goes. Trust me, you do not want to disobey an Alpha, especially in front of others.” He looks at me to see if I’m following. “I’m good,” I say. “Go on.”

Sasha and the rest of the guys barge in heavily armed. It’s too late for me to realize that the wolf in bed is Alek. The way they lower their guns and go on their knees simultaneously, like they’ve practiced it a thousand times, makes my heart swell with pride. “Alpha,” says Sasha, lowering his head, and the rest follow, including Kirill, who looks proud. “Oh, Goddess.” I let go of a shuddering breath as I step closer with weak knees. “Alek, you get your wolf back. You’re complete again.”

She’d read almost all the books in Morgan’s library and not once was an Absalom mentioned but she read just to please him. After Lord Absalom had studied the wolf family for some months he discovered that the longer they camped near the wolves the more comfortable the wolves became with their presence and their scent. We began to give them names in reference to their pack position. Alpha, Luna, Beta, Gama, and etcetera. Soon the wolves stopped marking over the soldiers’ piss on the trees. A number of times a raider pack member would enter the camp and offer no hostility. Once Omega brought pups to the camp to play with the soldiers while the rest of the pack was hunting. It wasn’t long