Alpha Trauma Novels & Stories

"How can we halt the relentless advance of this unseen enemy?" Alpha Thorne, the largest and most robust Alpha among the packs, a warrior renowned for his indomitable will, was known for his ruthlessness and ferocity in combat. Tales spoke of his ability to dismantle foes effortlessly. As Alpha Thorne spoke, the expressions of many fellow Alphas darkened—some with rage, others with fear or apprehension. Several had suffered losses to illness, leaving them unsettled and skeptical of their healers' abilities. Doubt lingered among their ranks.

I had no way of knowing. And did I want it to? That was a lot easier: yes. Yes, I did, I wanted it so badly I was paralyzed. Alphas can’t be trusted. Alphas always lie, always take, never give. Alphas don’t love anyone but themselves. That had been my mantra for most of my life. And part of me still believed it.

I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath, but I knew it started the second he touched my head. He spoke softly. He reminded me to eat. That was a side of him I never thought existed. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as I thought. Maybe he was the way he was because of trauma or betrayal. Maybe he could be a better person. “He already is,” my wolf whispered, smug. Fuck! What was going through my head? What the hell was “He could be a better person”? Hell no! Alphas aren’t good people. They’re all the same—and they will never be better.

Chapter 15: Two Moons Entwined Chris read through the result slip a couple of times, thinking he had mistaken the word “Alpha” as “Omega”. Nevertheless, no matter how many times he read it, the word “Alpha” was clearly stated there. For whatever unknown reasons, Chris was not satisfied with the result and he was denying the fact Nathan was an Alpha. Before this, he was certain his best friend was an Alpha and he did not mind it. However, after talking to his mother and listening to her thoroughly, Nathan’s description fitted more to be an Omega rather than an Alpha. Nonetheless, a heavy-seed Omega — the rarest of the rare.

Clayton added. “I think we will,” I replied with a nod. Matty returned and escorted our new arrivals to the conference room. Seven more Alphas arrived with their men: Colin, Neil, Martin, Craig, Paul, John, and Kyle. Aside from John, who was in his late fifties, the others ranged in age from twenty to thirty-five. John was another older alpha without a filter. When he and Alpha Bruce got together, it was always bad. They tended to feed off one another and could be very disrespectful, especially towards women. My mother disliked both of them with a passion.

olivia P.O.V I sat here with Troy pressing his brow towards mine as I tried to process his words. He had simply made the sacred alpha vow to me... me?! I had no preference however to refuse, I can not be accountable for his existence that way. I'm happy that he trusts me and he needs to be my mate.... I simply never realized how a ways he is inclined to go for me. So, I reassured him that I nevertheless desired to be his mate. The alpha vow surprised me due to the fact I concept that tradition had been extinct. Alphas stopped the usage of it because they desired power. The alpha vow offers away their energy to anybody else. Basically the alpha offers their lifestyles to any one and makes a p

Callan dropped him to the ground once the silver cuffs were in place, rendering the Alpha useless. The idea that an Alpha thought that he could just attack without just cause was ridiculous. Even prior to Raina and the first red wolf, there would still be repercussions for attacks on packs. While there were often more attacks, there still needed to be justification. Stupid Alphas and their stupid beliefs that they could do whatever they wanted. It didn’t surprise me. After all, Alpha Carlson always seemed to believe that being an Alpha allowed him to engage in any behavior that he desired.

Draven raged inside, slamming against the walls, fighting to get free and avenge his fallen pack member. The scent of ash became stronger, so strong his own people moved back. Atticus's chest rapidly rose and fell, huffing as he stormed forward. His aura was so thick, it made it hard to breathe and his people stepped back even further. A deep continuous rumble rose from the Alpha's chest as his eyes swirled with flames. The enemies that were left watched horrified as the Alpha approached them. They felt frozen in place, unable to move as something they never felt before approached them. The Alpha's aura was so strong, that they swore he was in his true form.

Some warriors safeguard the pack, including a Gamma and a Beta, who work closely with the Alpha and Luna. I swiftly shed my clothes and step under the comforting stream of hot water. Aware of the potential intrusion, I hurriedly shampoo my hair with the meager amount provided, rinsing it out before applying conditioner, allowing it to soak briefly. Hastily, I cleanse my body, anxious to avoid any unexpected visitors. Once I finish, I brush my teeth, catching sight of my split lip—a testament to the actions of Damian, the Alpha's son. He's one of the cruelest individuals I've encountered. Simply being in his presence is enough to provoke his sadistic torment. To make matters worse, his girlfr

“You have to trust me, Amelia.” My throat tightened. “Do you even trust yourself?” His jaw clenched. For a heartbeat, I thought he might snap—but instead, he strode to me, kneeling so our eyes locked. His hand hovered near my cheek, stopping just shy of touching me. “I will not let him take you. Not alive.” The meaning was clear. A promise. A threat. Both. Before I could answer, the crash of the front gates rattled the house. The air thickened, the unmistakable dominance of an Alpha wolf pressing into every crack of the walls.