Alpha Tau Omega Flags Novels & Stories

Nobody would dare to disturb me during my office work UNLESS it’s something urgent. So I gently placed down my phone, staring at the omega. “I’m sorry for disturbing your work, Alpha Andrew.” I stood up from my chair and approached the omega. “I assume it’s something important.” “It is, Alpha,” the omega responded confidently. My brows raised, alert for the next thing she would say. But instead, she pulled out a white letter from behind. I turned my eyes to the letter and quickly noticed the wolf symbol of our council. “I see…” I reached out for the letter, staring at the emblem. “Thanks for bringing it here.”

Every eye in the vast quadrangle lifted at once—omegas clustering together instinctively, alphas straightening with predatory tension, betas murmuring in the gaps. “Three at once?” a wiry beta boy yelped from the fountain’s edge, splashing water as he scrambled to his feet. “That’s not a summons—that’s a declaration!” “Vale crest on the first!” shouted a delta girl perched on the balustrade, her voice sharp with awe. She pointed, finger trembling. “Look—the stag and peaks, blood-red wax. Rose, that’s yours!” “Eastern Pack on the second—serpent coil, black as death,” growled a burly alpha from the training yard, his practice sword forgotten in his grip. “Valek’s mark. Marcus’s kin.”

"Alpha Lucien," I ignored them and fixed my gaze on the omega sitting on the torture chair. Her claws were digging into the armrest. Tears mixes on her sweat and her chest was branded with a traitor’s rune — a jagged, glowing red mark etched into her skin. It was a combination of fang-like spikes, claw shapes, and barbed chains that symbolize betrayal. “D-Don’t k-kill m-me,” she weakly pleaded but I don’t feel any pity towards her.

He left a bright red mark from sucking on it, and Winter refused to heal it. The silly wolf proudly puffed his chest out when he saw the mark in the mirror. It wasn't an official claiming mark, but it was still given to them by their Alpha. Winter wants it to stay there as long as possible. Aiden turned his head, and his eyes landed on the black T-shirt the Alpha was wearing earlier. The Omega grabbed it and brought it to his nose, pressing it to his face and taking a deep breath in. The Alpha's scent filled the Omega's nose, and he let out a satisfied sigh.

It emphasized its long and scattering roots and wide trunk that reminded Cent of the Ygdrasil. Nature. It’s the pompous nature-dwellers aka the Ambivalent beings and their twitching ears that need some piercing. The last one and the dreariest was the one that belonged to the Malevolent beings. Its color was black with embroidery made of red threads. The pattern was a combination of thorns and flames that it formed a big image of a screaming human that was scratching its neck from anguish. Yep, totally the flag for the dark dwellers. Cent nodded her head as she observed the three flags that reminded her that the Tri-world Tournament was only weeks away. Her eyes shifted onto the flock of stud

There was gold trim all around the gown that would sparkle under the lights. For the Alpha ceremony black and gold are the ceremonial colors. If a male wolf was being moved to Alpha of the Pack, he would wear a black suit or tux, with a gold tie, gold handkerchief, and gold cufflinks. My father would be wearing this outfit as the outgoing Alpha. My mom would have a similar colored gown to my own but in her own style.

“You heard that, right?” “Step aside,” Darrell warned. “No.” He took a step closer to Alex. "I said move out of my way." "Not a chance." Alex's voice was calm but firm, his eyes never leaving Darrell's face. Darrell, who was already burning with rage let out a soft growl as his left finger casually roamed over the signet ring on his right hand, and my stomach dropped at the sight of it. That’s the signet that all Supreme Alphas wore as a symbol of their authority. It wasn't just jewelry—it’s imbued with power that could force obedience from lower-ranking wolves or even an Alpha.

Although, their flag was hidden very well, maybe that's why they left it unguarded or maybe the guy I saw is supposed to protect it, but he's hurt. He's a wolf, he won't be hurt for long. I reached for the flag and took it off the stone. I hadn't even taken one step when I was stopped dead in my tracks. "Just where do you think you're going with that?" That tropical citrus scent filled my nose again. I slowly turned around to see Alpha Damon staring at me with the flag in my hands, his brow slightly raised. He stood there, arms crossed over his chest, making his muscles bulge out, his hard torso and his toned chiseled abs even hotter up close. A sexy eight pack ...

He stood next to his soon-to-be daughter in law. For the occasion, he wore the Alpha crown made of wolf bones. He also wore a brown tunic with black and white gems on its hems, a last-minute specialized order to symbolize the unification of the black and white clans. He appeared magnificent and looked superior, which he is. “It is, Great Alpha. I believe the moon goddess is smiling down on us right now.” – Alora said, raising her hand to the moon and closing one of her eyes, as if touching it.

“G-Get out!” Carlos blinks out of the stupor. “W-what, no, I’m not—” “Get. Out. Omega ,” the silver alpha snarls, voice raspy from disuse. It sends shivers up Carlos’s spine. . TBC