Alpha Top Wolf Novels & Stories

"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."

His wolf looked like a starving little puppy that needed medical attention and was not pleasant to the eyes. "Crush him, brother!" I shouted, my voice hoarse. With a deafening howl, James transformed, his massive, white-furred wolf overshadowing Robert's skinny wolf, and I couldn’t help but let out a laugh, and one of his goons joined in on the laughter. I was laughing so hard that water was coming out of my eyes. "I wouldn’t challenge an Alpha wolf with such a bony wolf if I were you." I commented, the laughter making my chest hurt.

However, the healer was unsure of the phone numbers’ identities. A voice responded. The voice wasn’t a machine message. “Hello, Dominic? What’s wrong now?” The deep voice of a well-recognized male wolf. Ever since the secret existence of the supernatural condition broke. This voice belonged to Gregory Wolversen, Alpha of the Black River Pack and head of the Toronto Council of Alphas.

The wolves surrounded him, ready to take his life as they were commanded not to leave any survivors except the Alpha's daughter. Then, two wolves burst from the shadows and suddenly started attacking the rogues. One was a huge black wolf, twice the size of all the other wolves, and the other was a brown wolf. The huge black wolf’s eyes gleamed red, symbolizing that he was an Alpha, but that wasn't what made the rogues fear him—the mark on the wolf's face made them recognize him as Alpha Kayden and without waiting, they all took to their heels.

’ that was my thought in action as I stared vacantly at the beautiful woman before me. Despite being a very shameful thing among we shifters, I not only slept with Janet in secret, but I had also marked her inadvertently. During heat, it is usually established that the Alpha male and Luna belonged to each other. But I had no Luna. It wasn't a shameful thing that I mated the other she-wolves of the Pack, it was more shameful when it was an Omega. Janet was the most beautiful shifter in my Pack, the Crescent Pack. And that gave me a sense of pride. She was a trophy I owned, but it never lasted. It all ended the day she was killed.

Together, the three Alphas began to strip down, folding their clothes neatly as their betas and gammas joined the front. Trevor caught Trixie’s eye before shifting. She stood a few paces behind the crowd, arms crossed loosely, her expression unreadable. He nodded once. I’ll be back soon. With a final howl, the three Alphas shifted, fur exploding from skin, and massive wolves stood where men once were. Trevor’s wolf was a deep, silvery-gray with gleaming golden eyes, towering in stature.

A growl comes from just out of sight, and the rogues and rippers all bare their necks, A huge black wolf stalks towards them, making them cower. "That is no rogue. That's a fucking Alpha wolf," The Alpha shifts into his human form. He is a big fucker, at least 6'8" tall, with broad shoulders and jet black blond hair, tattoos cover his entire back and legs. He crosses his arms, unbothered by his nakedness, "You were told to keep watch on the pack and the school, not attack a house in the town. I am getting sick of cleaning up your fucking mess. You know what is at stake for all of us if you keep fucking this up, you know that a team has been sent by the order. If they figure out what is going

he shouted, a note of panic in his voice. But his warning came too late. In a blur of shadow and fury, the massive black wolf burst from its cover, barreling into the man with ferocious speed. The other guards, sensing the imminent threat, underwent their own transformation, their bodies contorting with the sound of bones snapping and reshaping. But the black wolf was unphased by their metamorphosis. With ruthless efficiency, it slashed the first man's throat with its deadly fangs before lunging at the next assailant. This wolf was no ordinary beast; it was an Alpha, its strength unparalleled among its kin. It tore through its opponents with a visceral savagery – biting, ripping, tearing – u

No other wolf could growl like an Alpha. Elijah turned his head to where the sound had come from and saw a black wolf standing on top of a hill. He recognized the wolf immediately; it was the rogue Alpha who had led the brutal attack on their pack. The memory the night sent shivers down Elijah's spine as he recalled the chaos and destruction that had happened.