Alpha Wolf Background Novels & Stories

I fastened up my speed, and by the time I reached there, as I thought, a bloody scene greeted me. All the brown Wolves were my Alpha's and their beta, as well as Delta's. While at the opposite side, there were a few Rogues, and one of them, in the front was Aurora because she was the only one who got white fur. And behind her was a big brown Wolf and two ash color Wolfs, as well as a few Wolfs behind them.

That annoyed Viva and she pushed Lia backwards and blocked her path. "I wasn't talking to you, wide mouth and if you know what is good for you, don't ever, ever speak when I, Alpha Viva is talking, do you understand?" Lia snorted. "You call yourself an Alpha? I don't smell that on you." Viva growls and tries to use one of her arms, her right one, that is now covered with thick brown fur with her claw to design Lia's face when a hand catches hold of her wolf fur wrist.

Once I got a good leverage on them, my Beta helped wipe the rest of them out. Leo’s wolf was also large, but I was much bigger. We both had razor-sharp teeth and piercing yellow eyes. My wolf was all black and his wolf was dark grey. Most of my pack were black or grey wolves. Omegas typically had light grey wolves and Alpha’s typically had black ones. All the others usually had dark grey, but sometimes they had brown or orange as well.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

Four white paws landed on the ground of a pure white wolf with icy blue eyes. Atticus my alpha wolf is a pure white wolf. I let Atticus take over and he speeds off like a bullet towards the forest. I just leave my ripped clothes where I landed. Running in the woods loosen me up from all the alpha duties. Atticus humped in dried logs and wet streams. The cool winds made me relax. In just seconds I was now on the top of the hill were surrounded by a deep blue ocean, this is my comfort place, no one knows about this place.

Because following the other in which things were run, Zafira was not supposed to be in the room and here she was asking the question that was on everyone’s lips. Melnyk answered her questions by saying “We are blessed in this lands, first people saw us as unlucky for our forefathers were cursed and they became werewolves but as soon as they realized the gift it came with, they became scared because we have the ability of a wolf and that of a human." Melnyk paused for a while and soon continued "An average wolf is said to be stronger, faster and smarter than the average Man, yet they attack us and we can’t fight back because of a mistake my great-grandparent did” He paused again like he was s

My father paused before suddenly yelling at me really loudly, "What's with the crying?! An Alpha's daughter only bleeds but never cries! Tell me, did that rascal bully you?!" I wanted to say 'No' nonchalantly, but all reason fell apart when I heard the familiar yelling. "He never loved me, Dad…" I cried and grieved like a little child. Tears poured down my face like a waterfall. They refused to stop no matter how hard I tried. I used up a lifetime of tears in that call. My father was initially quiet, but he soon cried with me as well. "Oh, my poor Rhea. Come home. Heavenly Wolf Pack will always be your home."

The witch’s eyes gleam with hatred. “He will crumble.” Her fingers trail through the fog. “And the girl will break.” My pulse races. My soul answers. “I’ll do it.” The witch’s shape flickers—once, twice—then she is gone. The fog dissolves. Silence falls. My wolves stare at me from the shadows, uncertain. Waiting. I lift my head, breath steadying. “We march at dawn,” I say. One wolf steps forward. “Alpha… where?” “Where all broken things return,” I whisper, voice dripping with new resolve.

He stood up, turned around, and there it was. Crouched a few feet away from him was a large wolf, almost larger than him, an Alpha wolf. It was a female, that much he could smell. She had shining black fur, so black that she almost blended in with the night. The only thing that didn’t blend in were her eyes, a moon-shaped symbol in the center of her eyes and a streak that ran a straight line on her coat across her back from her head down to the tip of her tail. She had pitch-white, bottomless eyes. The symbol on her head was gold with a white outline, with the same color and outline on her back and her tail. The tip of her tail, however, was the same pitch black as her coat. She was unlike a

The bond snapped tight between them, undeniable and raw. No. This isn’t right. His wolf, Rand, howled in warning. It’s her. “She’s wolfless,” Raymond thought, jaw tightening. She is our mate, Rand insisted, don’t you feel it? He did feel it and that terrified him. Wolfless meant weak. It means useless . It meant a mate who couldn’t run with him, couldn’t fight with him, couldn’t lead beside him. An Alpha with a wolfless mate would be questioned, mocked, challenged.