Alpha Tau Omega Flags Novels & Stories

Although I thought being on the top floor had an advantage, The door, crafted from sturdy oak, bore the pack's emblem—a symbol of unity and loyalty—intricately carved into its surface. As we entered, the room unfolded into a space that seamlessly blended functionality with an aesthetic that reflected Alpha Leo’s status. The walls, painted in deep earth tones, showcased a mix of ancestral tapestries and modern awards. Each piece held significance, narrating tales of triumphs, challenges, and the enduring legacy of the pack. Bookshelves lined with leather-bound tomes and ancient scrolls flanked one side of the room, revealing the alpha's commitment to knowledge and wisdom.

You would hardly call him a redhead if you didn’t notice his orange beard as he had a bald head. “The alpha of Triton Park,” he continued as he beat his huge chest to where his emblem was. Gold and shiny against the red military cloth he wore. The design was a three headed wolf roaring to the sky. “And this is my beta,” he pointed to a fellow dressed in the same military pattern as he.

"Not at all, I will see if we can get some sort of smart watch or something so the Alpha can beep you when he needs you! But he didn’t really say anything about your insignia… has he said how he will mark you?" I shook my head, I knew the other prince’s omegas wore some sort of symbol that showed they were claimed; often, it was in the form of a necklace or other jewellery that must never be removed. It was kept on the omega by magic, and only death could remove it. Just thinking of that made my stomach sink. He nodded, "Perhaps you can ask him tonight?" "I will." I replied, although I wasn’t sure I could… After all, his mood was… strange.

"Don't worry, I'll be back. I promise." "When we have a dinner party at the mansion, you must wear the pack's signature colours. It is customary and a tradition for family members to wear a colour from the pack. The pack colours are gold and black. Naturally, girls would wear a gold dress with black accessories or vice versa. Men would wear a tux with a gold tie or badge symbolising importance. Special or important warriors will always wear white, no matter what pack they are coming from. Omegas or helpers will wear black and white. Alphas, Lunas and co, will wear their respective pack colours." Luna _ informed me, handing me a stack of paper on my lap.

The smell of mom's pot roast and dinner rolls made my stomach make this horrendous noise. As I made it to the dining room I see an older man dressed in a crisp dark blue suit and beside him was a younger man who looks to be a little older than me wearing a dark gray suit. Both looking up at me I gave a small smirk as the overwhelming feeling of anxiety set in, just then my father stood and introduced us holding his hand out "Kaedence, this is Alpha Harrison and his son Devllin" my father says as I shake their hands. As Devllin shakes my hand I hear him take in a deep breath I look at his eye and they're a deep blue then flicker to black and back to blue. Pulling my hand away Tia chimes in "W

The flag is made up of two horizontal stripes in bronze, blue and light red. Their emblem consists of two palm trees on top of a torch, but the emblem is only used during celebrations when outside of the courtroom. The emblem stands for their strength, their virtuosity, and their fortune. On the defense seat, where The Russian named Polly, a woman, sat with Donald was a Flag. The flag is made up of two horizontal stripes and a triangle in blue, white, and light pink. Their emblem consists of a hammer with a flame on either side, but the emblem is only used during religious rituals outside of the courtroom.

Gone was the dark purple and blue lighting, replaced with warm yellows and pinks. Banners promoting the fight were hung all over the club, just to the side of the entrance into the main floor, was the weigh in area. Gone was the smell of cheap perfume and alcohol replaced with the scent of vanilla mixed with spice. On the main stage was a cage decorated with some sort of sheer material. Inside was a small chaise lounge. Seeing that cemented the fact that we’d have no way to get to Tel’annas tonight. She would be on display for all to see.

"Say the word, Alpha." Draven laughed, low and ugly. "Go ahead. Kill me. But you know there are more coming. My people won't stop. Not until they get what I promised them. The rare Omega and his heir. The perfect bloodline." I tightened my grip on his shirt. My claws pricked through the fabric. "You're not leaving this estate alive." But something in his eyes shifted. A flicker of confidence that didn't match the situation. Like he still thought he had the upper hand.

The silence had teeth in it… I felt every eye in that courtyard land on me at the same time and the murmuring started with a whisper and grew quickly. I heard my mother's name first and then the word that always followed her name in this pack. “Isn't that the child of the whore?” That question passed from one mouth to the next like it was something worth sharing. Then came the accusation that I had crossed the boundary to find a charm and used it to pull the alpha toward me, and that one spread even faster than the first. I felt his wolf standing close to him. It was like a persistent, yet quiet pull that moved through me the way a current moves under still water and it was impossible to dis

As his warm fingers touch my face, I try to pull my head away, but he tightens his grip. "I'm not your mate," I say. "You'll learn to like it. I'll take this one," the Alpha says, staring at me. My heart sinks like a stone at his words. "She looks like a nice morsel," he says. "Too bad we can only take one. But everyone knows a wolf only has one mate. It’s tradition, and I lean into these traditions. I always respect them, as that’s what gives me power. "Anyway," he turns back to the Alpha of our pack. "You've got my answer. I'm taking her tonight."