Alpha Wolf Names Male Novels & Stories

he spoke in a deep baritone voice. "Introduce yourself, wolf." Yeri gritted her teeth, not letting her guard down just yet. The male wolf took another sniff at the breeze that carried Yeri's scent and his eyes widened, he immediately dropped on his knees. "My apologies, Alpha." he looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact with Yeri. "Get up. State your name and your tribe." Yeri moved ahead of the row of familiars. "I'm Declan, son of Durmont, Southern Pacific Tribe." he replied respectfully.

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.”

“So you have a wolf inside you?” I shrugged. “Kind of. He’s me. And I’m him.” She looked down at my paw. “He’s black?” she asked, looking at the hair on the back of the paw. I nodded. “Big?” she asked. I chuckled. “Yes,” I said. “Not many bigger than me.” “People call you Alpha. Is that your wolf’s name?” I shook my head. “No. That’s my title. It’s kind of like the boss of the pack. My wolf’s name is Lupo.”

* He snorted. Technically, I knew he was right since I understood where he was coming from. Alexakis was the name my parents had given to me... in my wolf form. So, if the name was to belong to either of us legally, it would be my wolf. That got me annoyed again, seeing as I didn't even have a name because of them. *A true leader is always ready to sacrifice even himself just to save one member of his subordinates.* My wolf told me. I sighed, knowing that he was right. But that still doesn't lessen the hurt I felt from knowing that these people didn't blink an eyelid just to let me go.

Some seemed to find it hard to adjust to the method, but still managed to follow through with my father's guidance. One time, I accompanied my father and our people to the Forest Wolf Tribe to check on the progress of their farming and animal domestication. The Alpha of their tribe was named Acwulf, a bluish-gray Wolf beastman with silver eyes. The body of a Wolf beastman was smaller than that of an average Lion beastman, but their muscles were firm, they were more agile, and their nose was more sensitive, making it easier to detect the exact location of their prey even if they were hidden.

But even without him responding, I already realized he was not Winston because his black fur has a bit of a blue shade. "No. Woman." "Oh, I'm sorry, Sir Woman." I must be still half asleep, as I mistakenly thought that the wolf was introducing his name as "woman." Well, all the members of the main family have names that start with W, so I thought Woman was a name too. The black-furred wolf stomped its feet in frustration. He roared before he spoke to me, yelling. "My name is Wakkin! What kind of male wolf would be named like that?"

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.

The desire for revenge was present in that energy. " And today we have a new addition. One of her favorites joined us. She abandoned him too. " The leader gave a malignant and sarcastic laugh as he looked with his vibrant golden eyes at Karim. "Akiner. Akiner. Akiner." The ancestral wolves shouted their leader’s name, howling and howling as he leaped from his platform. As he passed, his followers received him with obeisance and howl. He went to Karim. His golden eyes looked at him as easy prey. But the alpha was not.

She nuzzled his neck, and he did the same and then lightly licked her cheek, making her giggle. “Bea, Duncan, Mac allow me to introduce Damien’s wolf, future Alpha King Ayres, Jyden’s wolf, Beta Apollo, Jazlyn’s wolf, female Gamma Artemis, Koltyn’s wolf, Gamma Kota, and Reign’s wolf, future Alpha Queen Dyanera. Our dad and mom’s wolf are Zeus and Hera. I know what you’re thinking but they have no choice over their names.” Ryott giggled.

“You may have noticed the difference in the names our wolves go by. Our research has shown the older the male wolf, the more their name relates to nature. Rocky, Avalanche, Canyon, River. Old female wolf names are the same but floral related. Lavender, Lily, Poppy, Pansy. Those wolves were never meant to be warriors. They were guardians of nature, wild and unharnessed, with a few exceptions. Younger wolf spirits are guards and warriors. Their names lend to their positions. Saint, Ghost, Crusher, Slayer. Our female wolves have names like Justice, Mercy, Faith, Comfort.” “Wraith?” I steeple my fingers under my nose to see if he is familiar with the name. “Wraith?” He looks at me with a furrowe