Alpha Werewolf Novels & Stories

Well, yes, she was not quite a werewolf. More precisely, she also had a transformation, but not into an animal, but into an iron man. She could change any part of her body to metal. Not even quite metal, there was some kind of alloy, which is known only to her race. I only knew that there was little that could penetrate it, at least the bullets did not take it ... Her ship, on which she once flew, was made of the same alloy.

"Can you tell me more about destined and omega and alpha? How do we know if we’re alpha, omega or beta?" "This occurs well in childhood, in our first contact with our wolf." - Kyria replied. "My wolf was taken. My father removed him from me." - She said, looking away in shame. Obviously, Kirya and Thomas were in shock. Who would have thought that anyone would be so monstrous as to remove the wolf from a child? "Director Dawood is helping me with this." - she said, but was interrupted by a scream. "She came back. Nancy Rivera came back." - Someone started screaming all over the school.

The other werewolves also helped in getting them to safety. The sky was clearing out, meaning that the werewolves were some minutes away from transforming back to their human form. Seeing that the cubs were out of danger, Anya turned away from the hunters to head to her cave when she heard the gunshot. The bullet was headed straight to her, but there is a reason a werewolf is different from a regular wolf, it is faster and stronger. There is also a reason why an alpha is the leader of a wolf pack. He is faster, stronger and reads minds. Anya is different. She is everything an alpha is and can control mere objects. She only had to glance at the dangerous substance headed for her head and it

I will be taken by the werewolves and long gone forever. Was it a crime I decided to help her out with the punishment she was serving in this place? Ava and I are humans, not wolves. But coincidentally, she had come back home with a Grimson Cross medal belonging to the werewolves. And by some miracle, the werewolf found out she was the one and had come to our house on that very day demanding it. The alpha of their pack had imposed on her a punishment to sweep and keep their entire courtyard clean every day, and so I was forced to help her.

Then, from somewhere in the forest, a howl split the air. It wasn't the mad howling of rogues. This was different—powerful, commanding, filled with unmistakable authority. An Alpha's call. The rogues froze, their heads swiveling toward the sound. Aria's heart leaped with desperate hope. Someone was coming. But was it friend or foe? A huge wolf exploded from the tree line—larger than any of the rogues, his coat a deep chocolate brown with auburn highlights. His eyes glowed green with Alpha power. He hit the lead rogue like a freight train, his jaws closing around the other wolf's throat.

The bait worked. I step in front of my fragile employer, ready for a bloodbath. But then I notice something strange. The Werewolf isn't looking at me. His chaotic, blood-red eyes are locked entirely on Arlo. Is he going for the weak link first? I wonder. A smart tactical move, but I won't let it happen. The Alpha is massive. A heavy, bloodstained metal collar bites deep into his neck. His clothes are nothing but shredded rags barely clinging to a perfectly sculpted chest, rugged abs, and a wicked V-line that disappears into the ruined fabric.

"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.

I stood up, my gaze still locked on the camera. “As I said earlier, my name is Ava Athena Reed, the head alpha of all packs worldwide, and it is my duty to protect my people and humanity. The werewolves who are attacking you are known as Rogues, who do not have a pack, and we are sending this message to you because we need your help in protecting the world from people like them.” Another male anchor came up, “You keep using the word 'WE', does that mean...” “Yes,” I said, the camera turning towards the other alphas in the room and then back at me.

Ryan called out. The rogue warriors parted to grant a clear aisle for the mysterious daughter of Alpha Thorin to come through. Flanking her were her three wolves. The wolves snarled at the pack warriors with disdain as they arrived at the opening. Ryan was stunned. “CC?” he gasped. He wasn’t sure if this was real or in his head. She had haunted him for too long.

His voice makes my skin crawl just like it did last time when he was dragging me by my hair, I notice he is missing an arm and wonder if Ray did that. “Back for rematch?” Ray taunts him and pushes me behind him. The man nods, “I’d admit, I have a hard time letting things go. I prefer to keep pushing till I have destroyed and buried the problem,” he looks past Gray at me. I clutch Ray tighter. I hear footsteps and we both turn to see men walking into the alley, it was a trap, “Alpha Ray, you are under arrest for crimes against the werewolf community the biggest of them is forcing the morphing of a new werewolf on a human.”