Alpha Wolf Stories Novels & Stories

Who the hell told you I was going to talk about nude? " And how did you know my head of department said nude? Are you a spy? Or do you have strange abilities and talents?" " You read minds right? " Melissa asked. " So what if I do? " I asked. " Well the thing is I also do read mind. There is this saying that goes like this, in order to catch a criminal, one has to think like a criminal. So, in order to catch a werewolf, one has to think like a werewolf. Can't you see you are destined to hunt werewolves, that is why you think like them. Werewolves, have a very good ear. They can hear things to the extent of hearing what one's heart says. Werewolves are intellectual beings and so are you becau

Mated to the Rogue Alpha Jessa's POV: I have no idea how long we've been running for. All I know is that my wolf took over. She had been wanting to run free for a while. "Have you ever been beyond the borders?" His wolf asked me. I'm not sure what his name was, but my wolf wanted to know. "The Alpha had forbidden us to wander off beyond the borders." My wolf spoke for us. "I can feel your curiosity, little mate. My name is Atlas. My human wanted to tell you himself."

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”

a young wolf shouted, joining the chorus of voices filled with confusion and concern. Both wolves scrambled to their feet, shaking off debris and fur. Dad’s wolf, relentless, caught Alpha off guard with a furious growl. He lunged at William, clamping his teeth down hard on the Alpha wolf’s neck. The Alpha howled in pain, bucking wildly in an attempt to assert his dominance over the Beta wolf.

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.

Someone hummbed coming from behind a Tree in their wolf form, they definitely saw us coming. "You finally grace us with your presence." The wolf stepped into the middle opening, his brown snout coming into my view showcasing a long scar he had. Taking a step back I smirked. "If it Isn't Alexander The Impossible." My response came quick instantly noticing a legend when I see one. Its many stories told about him, the most well know being that He was the Alpha Of and Island Pack - The Akila Of the Pillards, But as much as anyone else the power went to his head. People began to talk about killing him off and before they could - he escaped the Island making his way Over to these lands - trying to

“Relationships in a strange pack do not concern me. More importantly, where did white wolves come from and why now? - Have white wolves attacked you before? - I clarified. - Not. Linda replied. “We have been living side by side with the local white wolves for a long time. - That is, they were other people's wolves? I asked. - They were wild wolves! Alpha shouted. “They were much larger than ours, more aggressive, more bloodthirsty. Did they turn into people? I kept asking. - Only the leader. Alpha answered. – demanded that we leave our homes otherwise they will tear everyone apart. - Did you offer a fight? – I assumed. Alpha nodded, lowering his head. It's clear. Lost. - Father fought with d

That was the three of us together. Alpha ran his gaze over us before Dante introduced Clarissa. “He’s a snow leopard shifter staying in one of the tourist cabins.” “Welcome to Bruin Ridge, Clarissa. I’ve only ever met one snow leopard and that was in the city where I worked.” “There aren’t many of us around, Alpha.” I was impressed with how respectful Clarissa was with Alpha, and I nudged Dante. Our mate was already fitting in with Bruin Ridge customs. The four of us sat at the table enjoying our coffee, while Alpha questioned Clarissa about living a solitary life. Alpha himself had done the same but he had left his den as a young man.

Progress. Viktor stood over a table covered with maps. I walked toward him. "Anything?" "No." "That sounded encouraging." "The first Alpha is a myth." "So was Vaelor." "Fair." He opened another book. "The problem is every wolf culture has a different version." "Tell me." He sighed. "One says the first wolf was created by the moon." "Too normal." "Another says he crawled out of the bones of a dead god." "Less normal." "One claims he was once human."

Perla's gravelly voice brought her back from her fleeting memories. "Saul and Thiago were brothers that fought for the rights to be Alpha of the first White Creek pack" Perla sipped her coffee before continuing the story. Nueva listened eagerly to the details as she puzzled the pictures she had seen in the book together with the story, inside her head. "I saw a white wolf in the book is that my Eira?" Nueva interrupted Perla's storytelling. "Well, yes and no. We don't know enough about the Ice wolf to know if there is more than one." Perla tried to explain.