Alpha Wolf Looking At Moon Novels & Stories

Liam called out; his hands on her fur as he buried his face in them. As if in response, the wolf howled out again, trying to find balance and get used to the feeling of being a wolf. “Who is that?” Alpha Rex asked his stunned mate, who had stopped the tears after seeing a white-furred wolf only associated with the royals of the Silverstone pack. “Moon.” She said beneath her breath. “Moon?” Alpha Rex repeated, letting out a shaky breath; he almost found himself on the floor from the wave of dizziness that hit him.

"But when a pack loses its way and succumbs to darkness, it faces destruction and devastation. They must find their path back to the moon's light to restore their harmony and unity." As Amanda observed the visual story, she noticed one lone wolf, standing apart from the others. His eyes held a flicker of determination amidst the sorrow surrounding him. The Moon Goddess turned to Amanda and said, "He is the Alpha, once a beacon of leadership and strength. But grief and loss have clouded his vision, leaving the pack adrift in this valley of despair."

Zion asked with a frown on his face. "I now have a wolf!" Zion went still. "That's a lie." He laughed. "We are omegas and can never have a wolf, Hazel. Is something wrong? You look like you're going crazy." "No, I am not," I smiled. "You have a wolf also." Zion laughed, seeming to sense danger. "Okay. Now I know you're crazy. I do not have a wolf. How do you know this?" I stretched out my hand and my claws shit out. My fangs did the same and I growled.

taking control of the wheelchair, Smomon rolls away from his son towards the front door. A quiet fury stirs inside Theo like never before as he circles around to the rest of us, his voice as cold as stone, while we duck our heads like school children being scolded. "Congratulations, Alphas," he says, glancing at our unfinished marks. Unlike other wolves, since Alpha and Luna's marks are unique, they won't appear until the full moon after they are marked, which is around two weeks away. "Everything you requested is set up; if you need anything else, please mindlink me."

My gaze was fixated ahead, dismissing their gaze and scooting closer to Liam and Wilona who offered some kind of ease in this uneasy situation. Wilona’s gaze shifted to me, her eyes filled with a glint of knowing. “A unique power source radiates from you, one similar to the one we get from a full moon,” her gaze shifted to the sky, a soft smile gracing her lips, “Our wolves are irresistibly drawn to it.” I didn't know how to feel about that. “Can your wolves feel it too?” I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty. “Yes. But we’re starting to get used to it.” Wilona replied.

ISABEL My eyes open when a thick voice cuts through the tension in the room from behind the mob and everyone looks back, moving aside for the owner of the voice to come forward. “Allan found a northern wolf in the woods,” the blonde-haired wolf says, rising to her feet. “A what?” The werewolf with a thick thick voice towers over me and, with strange courage, I look up to his face and realize that he is Nate. “Fuck,” he mutters as our eyes meet.

“For your first run.” I lowered my head and growled, nipping at his flank in response. “You weren’t exactly outpacing me, Alpha.” His deep, rumbling laugh echoed through our link as he leaned down and nudged my shoulder with his muzzle. “Cheeky little mouse.” I padded closer to the water, my reflection staring back at me. The wolf in the mirror was both strange and familiar—sleek and powerful, with piercing golden eyes that seemed to glow brighter in the moonlight. Kael came to stand beside me, his imposing form a stark contrast to my smaller frame.

The Lead wolf frowned in disgust and spat out the foul-tasting blood of the beast from his mouth. The Lead wolf who was the Alpha of Pragoth looked to be in his late forties but he still looked handsome and strong, and even the sparse grey hair that mixed with his black beard and on the sides of his hair, complemented his features and made him appear even more appealing. He looked up at the lone wolf who was now standing in his human form still atop the beast's back. "The beast almost got away," the Alpha said, "It's good you joined us when you did, Moon's Call, I thought you'd never answer to my summon."

Too bad his two companions are already heavily panting, catching for their breaths, in just the second round. They all climaxed together, their moans—though Alain will bet it was more of a collected scream from the three of them—sent the barn shaking, half of the roof fell in the corner. Now they’re staring at the lone moon in the sky. The Wolf Moon, round and huge and bright. ‘More,’ the moon seems to whisper to him, ‘Let them scream more with your feral thrusting, Alpha.’ Alain’s smile became wider. There’s no doubt Ansel heard it too.

For once, I had something, for which to thank Siobhanny. I was left facing a wolve who was even more adorable than Moon and I hadn’t thought that such a thing could even be possible. The Alpha was a teenage version of Moon, who was dressed in the same all white outfit with a tumble of blond curls and russet ringed amber eyes that right now glared at me. What had Moon done?