Alpha Wolf Looking At Moon Novels & Stories

Damn it. I’d promised her she’d be safe, and I meant it. But the universe seemed hellbent on testing my limits. The wolves who patrolled the borders knew better than to send out a warning unless it was bad. Real bad. The moonlight sliced through the canopy above, its silver glow illuminating my path. I wasn’t dressed for a fight—half of my buttons were undone thanks to Jane’s impatient hands—but I didn’t have time to fix that. Her hands. Her lips.

I was directing this anger to no other person other than the moon goddess. I continue to gaze at my reflection in the floor-length mirror, I was the consummate picture of an Alpha, good-looking in every way possible, giving a vivid account of the moon goddess in glorifying the male body. I was over six feet, with broad shoulders and a rippling physique that accentuated my formidability. I should be excited and happy, right? Up to this point I haven’t found my mate, and I have been threatened on several occasions that I would lose the throne to the neighbouring Packs if I hadn’t found my mate by the next Carmella.

The excitement was high throughout the pack as they ran through the woods with their Alpha and Luna leading them. The sound of Zeus's paws thunder as they hit the ground. His body buzzed with excitement, and his heart swelled when he looked to his right and saw the beautiful white wolf with blue eyes running next to him. Winter was beautiful as he ran beside Zeus. The Alpha wolf was proud as he and his Luna led their pack through their territory during the full moon.

The atmosphere grew tense, the presence of the werewolves palpable in the air. Finally, they arrived at a moonlit clearing, bathed in an ethereal glow. In the center stood a massive, regal werewolf, his silver fur radiating with a majestic glow. The Alpha surveyed them with piercing, amber eyes, his gaze seemingly both curious and guarded. Amelia's heart raced at the sight of him, the bond between them growing stronger with every passing moment. She stepped forward, her voice steady and confident. "Alpha, we have come seeking answers and guidance. We've followed the call of the howl, hoping to find resolution and understanding."

A wolf could track scent in a blizzard. She opened her eyes slowly and looked up. And there he was. Alpha Asher stood ten feet away, his tall frame silhouetted against the moonlight filtering through the pine branches. His shoulders were tense. His fists were clenched at his sides. His gray eyes were no longer cold. Now they were glowing. Glowing red. His wolf was close to the surface. Too close. Luna held her breath. She didn’t move. She didn’t blink. She didn’t dare make a sound.

All of us, working as one. He hugged his oldest friend again and they walked towards the house chatting quietly, it was one of the Guards who pointed out that Katya hadn’t moved. 'Alpha, is everything okay with the Luna?' She was standing a little way from the house still in her Wolf form with her nose pointing to the Moon. All the Pack turned to look at her, she looked magnificent, her glorious silvery fur danced in the moonlight entrancing them. Slowly she brought her nose down and turned her incredible silver eyes onto Carrick,

His right hand glanced up in confusion. "Alpha, tonight…it's the full moon…I'm afraid," he started, not sure how to say it. The Alpha's gaze shifted to the window, night was approaching. The distant howling of wolves reminded him of what was approaching. "Be on the lookout," he said sternly and his right hand retreated from the study..as the room remained quiet. Angel slowly reached for his chest. "Damn it," he let out curses as he sat down, he wanted that girl at all costs. His wolf was getting restless. He wanted her to devour her and take her. This was strange.

better than perfect. Propelling myself forward, I leaped into the air and landed on four white paws, digging into the lichen and rich black earth… headed for the trees. They were just ahead. If only I could get there…. Then a giant, black wolf leaped in front of me, planting his feet firmly on the ground, his eyes flaring a brilliant blue. “I claim you as mine, a member of the Moon Shadow Pack, and I am now your Alpha!” his voice boomed inside my head. But I stood my ground, straining against his command. “Mark my words, she-wolf! Before the next Blood Moon, you will submit!”

she called, her voice steady but sharp. The shadow moved closer, and Alice’s heart stopped. It wasn’t Liam. It wasn’t Kane. It was a wolf she didn’t know—huge, black-furred, with eyes glowing gold. A Crimson Moon scout. Alice’s hands trembled, but something inside her stirred—hot, wild, alive. Her vision sharpened, the world snapping into focus. She could hear the wolf’s heartbeat, smell its blood. Her nails dug into her palms, and for a split second, she felt them sharpen.

I let out another slow breath and walked toward the window. Outside, the orange glow of sunset was gradually surrendering to night. The moon climbed steadily into the sky, majestic as ever, while the pack settled into its familiar rhythm. Some wolves returned home to their mates. Others prepared for the night's hunt. Patrols gathered at the gates, while a handful embraced the solitude that only moonlight could offer. At twenty-three years old, I should have belonged to the first group, an Alpha should return home to his Luna. Instead, I stood alone, staring at the moon like a solitary wolf.