Alpha Wolves Gym Novels & Stories

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.

’ Kaylee and I rolled our eyes. Every Wednesday, the guys would go to the gym together, and this time, Theo chose to extend the invite to us girls as well. Kaylee and Sammy weren’t too keen, but I didn’t mind the extra training. They went to a special gym that only permitted high-rank wolves to attend—Alpha’s, Beta’s and Gamma’s. Given that the guys fit within those ranks, they were able to bring their girlfriends in with no issues. Kaylee and Sammy both were Delta’s, which essentially was your average werewolf you’d get in the pack. I, for one, had no idea what rank I was, as I still had no clue who my family was… All of us girls sat on the mat stretching as the guys debated what they wante

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.”

Jake grumbles and sips his dark coffee. Once we arrive at the training grounds, the place is overfilled with she-wolves. It looks like every young she-wolf capable of shifting is here. I give Jake a look and he shakes his head. We hang towards the back, waiting for Alpha Stephen to make his announcement. The she-wolves seem excited while the warriors seem worried. Jake is overly quiet, and I wonder if he knows more than he’s saying. Maybe his attitude this morning was less about the early rise and more about whatever is going on. Alpha finally walks onto a training mat. It’s easy to get a good look at him while he’s standing in front of us. His gray hair is oily and messy, like he’s been yan

Another one waited in my pocket, just in case. Just in case, if you lose control, you’re dead. Publicly, this place was called the World Hockey Academy—a factory for champions, Olympians, prodigies. Cameras loved it. Sponsors poured money into it. Parents bragged about it. Privately, it was something else entirely. Alpha Academy. An institution built to break wolves and rebuild them stronger. A hierarchy carved in blood, sweat, and enchanted ice. The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint.

he says, still laughing at the shock and awe in Lucy's voice. "Lucy! You ok?" Came an all too familiar, protective voice. "yes, Ax, I'm fine, but I'm ready to have our training session." "Alpha is there somewhere we can train in wolf form. I need to let my wolf out." "Yes, you may use the ranked members training gym. It's to the south of the packhouse through the meadow. " Lucy thanked Alpha Killan with a slight bow and turned and walked towards the packhouse. Lanie and Axel had to jog to catch up to her.

To any wolf's nose, I would register as a bland, unremarkable male. I stepped out of the bathroom, and Marla nodded approvingly. "You make a convincing young man. Where will you go now?" "Alpha Academy," I replied, tucking my remaining cash into my pocket. "To register for the ice hockey tournament." "Bold," she remarked. "Or foolish." "Both, probably." I managed a thin smile. "Thank you for your help." Two hours later, I stood before the imposing gates of Alpha Academy, the premier training ground for male wolves across three territories. No one would think to look for Antalya Andrews here, in this bastion of masculine pride and power.

"You can get started on those. I’ll join you once I’m done here." I nod and head over to the desk, feeling Audrey’s burning gaze follow my every move. I ignore her and get to work, sorting through the books one by one, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling crawling up my spine. The books are filled with the history of werewolves and their lineages. I flip through each one, trying to find something—anything—about myself. But there’s nothing. I scan several books and come across an interesting revelation. Ezra is the Alpha of the largest pack in the country, followed closely by Lucian’s pack.

Oh wait, there is a gym close by, maybe I should go there. I take out my gym clothes, my favorite pink tights and sports bra, I grab my white sports boots a jacket because I feel so cold ever since I lost Roxanne. I make sure my jacket has a pocket with a zipper for my phone. I pick my ear pods and jump through the window, I don't want to wake anyone, they wouldn't allow me to go out like this. It's almost midnight already, good thing the gym operates 24/7 most wolves like working out at night, especially the daytime guards. As a wolf one has to be physically fit, it's in our genes. And I always feel better after a HIIT workout.