Alpha Wolf Background Novels & Stories

“No problem. Tomorrow morning, I’ll run with you, brother.” Calder chuckled, catching the guy’s attention. “Oh, sorry. I used to run a marathon. He thinks he can beat me.” “Really?” Califf arched a brow. “Well, we’ll find out soon enough.” “How big is your wolf?” “Yeah, you don’t remember yesterday,” Califf remembered. “He’s an Alpha. His wolf is bigger than any of us. He had the same color as yours, but he had a shiny midnight black coat,” Everlee explained to him.

I was helpless and naked, immobile against the freezing, wet snow, sure it was stained red from the cuts all over my body. The white wolf stood over me and I realized I knew that scent. I figured out where I had smelled the scent of the mystery pack before. The wolf standing over me was Alexander Adalwolf, a man I had gone to Grey Wolf University with—a man whose life I had saved. He was the alpha of the Pine Forest Pack in Ontario. I looked up at him, wondering if he would take my life. That was when he shifted into his human form. “Wulfric?”

I place the bag on the floor when I hear bones snapping and turn around to see all three had shifted. Lupin, Zev’s wolf was bright white with black flecks across his muzzle and paws, his eyes shone a bright blue with a dark slit down the middle. Brody, Kodans wolf was a lot bigger than Lupin and fully brown with bright red eyes, they unsettled me kind of and he would not remove his stare from my face. I’m brought back by a low grumble and turn to see Zante’s beast staring at me. He was truly a sight to behold. There was a reason he was the Alpha of Alphas. He was enormous, completely black with orange tips to his fur. He was easily three times the size of Lupin and twice the size of Brody.

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead

“While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.” Crimson Dusk. Rhydan had spoken of them once, a twilight-born pack, bound by blood magic and dark legacies. “Come with me,” he offered, extending his hand. “Let me take everything from those who cast you aside.” I don’t know why my hand rose to meet his, why my fingers curled into his palm. But they did, and in that moment, I felt my wolf stirring. For the first time, she awakened but she didn’t emerge. Something held her back.

Her fur strikes a shade of grey that catches the soft light filtering through the trees, her form sleek and strong. Unable to help myself, I step closer and run a hand gently along her neck. She immediately growls low in her throat, her sharp teeth flashing in warning. "Sorry," I mutter quickly, raising my hands and stepping back. She huffs, looking away, and without wasting any more time, I shift too, feeling my human thoughts blend seamlessly with Alacrick, my wolf. Our wolves face each other for a brief moment, studying, connecting. I'm Kira. I don't think we've met” she introduces herself, her voice clear and confident.

Exhaustion weighed heavily upon me, the selfishness of the pack members grating on my last nerve. When the doctor and his staff had finished serving the others, I joined them in a quiet corner, where a small supply of provisions had been set aside. The doctor waved me over, and I sat down beside him, accepting the can of food he offered. "I hope nothing happens to Alpha James," I murmured, my gaze drifting to his body. "Is he going to be alright? Since he hasn't been eating anything?" The doctor smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry. Alphas are strong, he will wake in his own time. He has quite a few internal injuries that his wolf is working hard to heal, and I think it was the cost of my exper

He turns around and looks at me. “What did you do today?” He asks. “Nothing,” I reply and he gives a half smile that does not touch his tired eyes. “So your name’s Derek?” I ask out of the blues and the way his eyes widen in astonishment tells me I caught him off guard. “Yes,” he says, quickly picking himself up from the shock. “How did you know that?” He asks softly. “The scary wolf with black eyes called you Derek. Is he the Alpha?” “Right, Nate. Uh, he’s not the Alpha. He’s my best friend. One of the strongest werewolves in the territory.”

The wolves surrounded him, ready to take his life as they were commanded not to leave any survivors except the Alpha's daughter. Then, two wolves burst from the shadows and suddenly started attacking the rogues. One was a huge black wolf, twice the size of all the other wolves, and the other was a brown wolf. The huge black wolf’s eyes gleamed red, symbolizing that he was an Alpha, but that wasn't what made the rogues fear him—the mark on the wolf's face made them recognize him as Alpha Kayden and without waiting, they all took to their heels.

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.