Alpha Werewolf Books Novels & Stories

’ 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.

"You can't? Aren't you just like them? I mean, from what I've learned so far, an Alpha is like a king." "I am only an Alpha on the outside, Arwa. A true Alpha has a wolf. A wolf is an important aspect of our life, but I don't have it. Or better yet, I've never shifted." "Why?" she asked softly, inching a bit closer to me. I could smell her, a sweet and flowery fragrance which made me ball my hands into fists. She didn't even realize the effect she had on me, or how badly I wished I could have her. But I had to control myself, because she was not mine to claim. Yet.

She slowly start eating and felt nauseated. Zayn also picked his plate and start eating the food which was lunch to him. "Don't lose hope. I am sure he will be back. I am sure that wolf spirit is seeing everything." He softly smiled. Wolf spirit was one the sons of the moon goddess that was the god of wolves. It is said that he was the most handsome man on the earth with great powers. In ancient tales of wolves, there was always his stories of how he protected them from destructions and he was the one who let the wolves to shift to human form. He also gifted some wolves to be great worriors and leaders known as Alphas and some with great strategic planning known as betas while some with magi

I need to get his scent off me before I head back to the pack house, or else he would notice. Werewolf senses are extremely heightened four times to that of a human, so it is impossible for anyone especially the alpha to not notice. I found a lake close by and quickly dove into it. After I successfully cleaned my body and rid myself off his juices, I felt confident enough go return to the pack house. It's pack dinner tonight. And the Alpha insisted I don't fail to attend as he is going to announce something very important. I'm not sure what, and I have no clue.

“There is something I want you to explain.” His wrinkled brow furrowed slightly. “Yes, Alpha.” I described what had happened in the forest. The Alpha pressure. The wolves submitting. The fact that she was human. Corvin listened carefully, flipping through old pages and scanning faded ink. Minutes passed. Finally, he closed the last book slowly. “I’m afraid I have no answer, Alpha.” My fingers drummed slowly against the table. “No records?” “None that match this precisely.” He hesitated. “There are… old myths.”

He found it hilarious that I was into werewolf romance novels. “So you have a thing for hot werewolf alphas?” He chuckled. “You know some of those stories are stupid, don’t you? Especially that one. What’s it called? Yeah, The Alpha’s Destiny. Werewolves don’t have powers nor do they live until they’re ten thousand. That author must be on some crack.” He shook his head. “Well, it’s better than the zombie comics you have stashed under your bed,” I retorted. “If you don’t stop making fun of my reading materials, I will show Valko your nerd stash,” I warned.

I settled into a quiet corner, hoping to lose myself in the story. The book started like any other werewolf novel, talking about full moons and shifting. But then, I turned the page and my breath caught. There was a picture. Not the usual handsome man turning into a wolf, this was different. This wolf was massive with glowing red eyes and thick, dark fur. The caption underneath read, “Cursed Alphas.” It looked… powerful. Intimidating.

I flipped the second page open and began reading. “After finding his mate and claiming her as his, the alpha moved to make it known under the crimson moon.” Though I had a foggy mind while reading the first sentence, my mind put the words together to make sense. This was a werewolf lore book just like the ones I’ve devoted myself to reading in the last week, but unlike those, this was a children’s book. I snapped it shut, got up, and hurried away from Zion’s room. I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed.

His only skill was to kill… We were both useless! With a frustrated roar, I hit the wall--- only for my skin to crack and blood to spill from the split. Had I been an alpha wolf, the wound would have healed in minutes. Alpha… Although Rhea was latent, her wolf was an alpha. And she could produce claws and sometimes even growl. Was that enough to save her? Did she have the sacred healing abilities of an alpha? I didn’t know… Fuck! I tried sitting down again, but the walls felt like they were closing in on me. It was too quiet. Too many thoughts in my head.

One shadow. Casius stiffened. “That symbol again.” Alina swallowed. “The White Wolf. The first alpha.” Her voice dropped. “They erased him from history.” She moved down the aisle, reading spines etched in runic script. Chronicles of the Silver Howl. The Bloodmoon Accord. The Warding Flame. Her hand stopped. Three volumes sat pristine at the end of the shelf. The White Wolf. The Warding Flame. The Prophecy of Balance. Her throat tightened. “Three complete texts.”