Alpha Wars 4 Novels & Stories

he murmured against my lips. “I’m not going anywhere, River.” I stroked his jaw. “Good. Because you hold the last shred of my sanity. And I plan to fight for you until the end.” Hours later, as the final preparations were made, I stood on the veranda with my five Alphas—Liam, Mason, Wesley, Daniel, and River. They were watching everyone prepare for the inevitable war. Daniel cradled Amaris in his arms, rocking her slightly. “You alright? You haven’t slept in hours.” Wesley turned to me.

I began drawing my wrists back from his tight grip yet he did not let go as though he wanted me to tell him everything. “You’re hiding something, what is it?” He tensed, his soft jade eyes looking at me with apprehension and scrutiny as he hauled me up and dragged me to the remote area where wolves were not fighting. “We are not under any rogue attack, Katarina. We are in a war against Alpha of Alphas.” His words confirmed my fear. Alpha of Alphas, that what he existed for the whole world, but a beast hindered in superficial beauty for me. And then his eyes widened in realisation, and his hold promptly loosened. He joined pieces together, body tensing and eyes shining with realisation as he

Winston stood up as he spoke and ten of the alphas followed him, leaving the room one by one. Only five alphas stayed behind. “As I expected,” I muttered. Chris pushed a file on the smooth surface, and it reached my spot. My gaze dropped on the file. I knitted my eyebrows as I picked the file, then looked at Chris, his bluish eyes locking with mine. “These are the things we will need to prevent this war,” Chris said. “Do I get that the five of you are in?” I asked, and they looked at each other before nodding.

I said to Alpha Norris my brother, "Are you all going to let him do this to me?" He dropped his cigarette to the ground and smiled instead, "No, I don't believe I will. I think its time I, myself, told you the truth. You're a nuisance. You're a wild beast that needs to be tamed" his lips pulled out a malicious smile. My eyes widened in shock while I gradually took faltering steps backwards. My every hope died at that instant. Grief tore through my heart and shredded it into unrecognisable pieces. Andre ran in. He raised his voice and said, "Ava get back to the big table, everyone is waiting. Ava! Do you hear me talking to you? Oh my God, she's shifting."

Rhett sent quietly. Waverly you got red? Aldric said already knowing. Yeah I got the bitch. Waverly growled. There are four leaders, like four generals. Red, white, steel, and black. We never could find out who the actual Alpha was but i alway felt like it was the black wolf. Once he showed up everything got worse. Red is a female and ruthless. She is known for dismembering. Steel is sneaky and will attack you when your back is turned. White, white goes for the kill. Don't play around. We only know their wolf forms. Aldric said his eyes were still on the dead wolf.

And in Woodhidge-high, the most notorious bully was Clenk. Clenk Harris was a seventeen year old werewolf whose parents were quite rich. He was by miles, the strongest werewolf—his age—in town. His strength was just a gift to him, he wasn't a leader of any sort, yet he was an Alpha. He was born an alpha. Alphas generally get their level of authority and power after they have invested in leading a particular pack or killing another alpha werewolf. However, there aren't many alphas anymore because there wasn't any pack to rule. Over time, the werewolf culture has been forced to go through changes and series of phases because of the intimidating ever-growing nature of the humans. While, werewol

Mike stood at the center, his commanding presence silencing the murmurs. “Last night was a wake-up call,” he began. “Tom is not just a vampire. He’s something more, and we must be ready for whatever he brings next.” Jessica nudged Lola. “He’s in full Alpha mode today.” Lola smirked faintly. “He has to be.” Mike continued, “From now on, patrols will run 24/7. I’m assigning teams to cover every border. No one gets through without our knowledge.” One of the warriors, Derek, stepped forward. “What about the witches? How do we fight magic?”

The evening sky over Clovis City is heavy with the promise of blood. Alpha Wilson, the revered Alpha of Alphas of Clovis City, stands in the heart of his war room, a place dimly lit by flickering torches. The room is filled with the scent of leather and sweat, the air thick with tension. Around him, his most trusted lieutenants gather—Jason, his Beta, and a handful of other seasoned wolves whose loyalty has been proven time and again in the heat of battle. The room hums with the low growls of anticipation, each wolf on edge, their primal instincts sharpened to a lethal point.

An alpha. "W-who are you?" I grabbed the metal that slipped my hand earlier. I don't know, but there's this menacing aura around him that is stopping me from looking elsewhere. This isn't good. I would be dead if he attacked me, I lost a lot of strength earlier. The gamma's still lying on the floor. Is he dead? "I asked you, who are you?" But again, he didn't answer me. He just stood there, staring intensely at me. I slowly pulled myself up, our eyes never left each other.

the jowls of Alpha Frank wobbling as he tried to get out of completing any amount of exercise. “It’s the smallest pack of us all Alpha Frank,” Alpha Austin helpfully added, offering me a handshake “Morning Dex, your father has been most informative this morning, you’ll have to catch up!” His voice was chirpy but his cold blue eyes suggested yet again he had scored a win. /It’s a war not a one-day battle/ Alba reminded me as I sought to keep cool. These white shirts are frustrating me to fuck. Stiff white collars scratching at my neck, I’d be better in my leather jacket and shirt.