Alpha X Alpha Novels & Stories

“I know. I know everything. So, just spare me the congratulatory speech.” The alpha frowned, and shut his mouth instantly. “How much of it do you know?” “I know enough. I’m going to find that witch, whoever it is, and kill her. I’ll kill you too, while I’m at it,” Alexander spat in anger, and he could feel the rage building up. “Well…” The alpha drowned the last of the wine from his glass. He didn’t seem a bit unfazed. Or maybe he was trying not to show it. “Let’s just keep this between us.”

Alexander shook his head, his arm still not starting to heal. George lifted Alexander’s uninjured arm into the air. “I proclaim Alexander Miller the Alpha of the Southern Alaskan pack. You may now sentence the former Alpha, Malachi Sinclair.” “I, Alexander Miller, Alpha of the Southern Alaska Pack hereby cast you, Malachi Sinclair, from this pack and claim all that belongs to you as mine.” The Texas pack applauded him. I smiled at Alexander. If only he knew what he was getting. “Pack members, take a knee and swear allegiance to your new Alpha, Alexander.” Franklin’s voice was loud as he looked around the den.

Inside, he found himself in a room adorned with symbols of power and authority, a testament to the alpha's status. Alpha Dante spotted the alpha of alpha, a formidable figure who exuded strength and wisdom. He approached him respectfully. "Alpha of alpha, I come seeking guidance for the sake of my pack and loved ones. I'm facing a challenge that requires your insight." The alpha of alpha regarded him with a piercing gaze. "Speak, Alpha Dante. I sense a genuine need in your voice. What troubles you?" Alpha Dante then proceeded to share the details of his predicament, laying out the complexities of his situation and the potential dangers that loomed. As he spoke, his words carried the weight o

I tried to keep my expression cold, unflinching. “What’s your name?” I asked, my voice firm. “Names are funny things,” he replied, his tone still maddeningly calm. “They give people power—or take it away.” I clenched my fists, wanting to wipe that smirk off his face, yet drawn to it all the same. “Well, you certainly don’t have any power here.” He chuckled, low and dark. “If you say so, Alpha.” ---

The Beta reasoned. "Plan? Are you kidding me. You want us to sit here and think of a plan while my mate goes through torture". He shouted getting more aggitated. "You didn't even want her and now..." "Know your place, BETA "Xavier growled his wolf on the edge of taking control. "Yes alpha" The alpha's dominace had him in his knees in seconds. Xavier started making his way to the council, he proceeded without even looking back. Oh how ready he was to fight anyone and anything on his way. If they had been afraid of him being a beast before then they had not seen him as a beast yet.

Alpha Sparrow shot back, his tone biting. “How dare you?” Alpha Stone thundered, his anger palpable. “You should be grateful that I was once your friend. If not, I would have already decimated your pack. I am the alpha of the second-strongest pack in the country,” I declared. “Enough already. No one is a coward, and no one is killing anyone. That’s why we formed this alliance,” Alpha Xender interjected, his voice firm and authoritative.

ATLAS’S POV “Alpha, everything is in place. My father made a few calls to his old alpha friends, and they agreed to the alliance. They’ll help protect each other's borders from rogue attacks and greedy packs,” my best friend, Axel, who’s acting as my beta, reported to me. “Buddy, you know I hate it when you call me Alpha,” I said with a hint of annoyance and he chuckled. “You’re my Alpha, Atlas, and I have to give you the respect you deserve,” he replied.

Alpha Alexander frowned while staring at her, his sharp eyes were reading her, but his beta—who was flustered to save his comrades—quickly nodded his head. The latter almost grasped her shoulders. “Let’s do choice two! What will be the – o-ouch!” The Crimson Moon Pack’s beta briskly stopped when Alpha Alexander clamped the flustered beta’s arm rather painfully; cutting the latter’s words in the process. He was about to protest when he was welcomed with his alpha’s warning gaze. He was stumped and slowly realized how he almost brushed with death. Cold sweat immediately gathered on his forehead.

SEVEN YEARS LATER. The guards stationed at the grand double doors bow their heads and open them, stepping aside as Zaid prowls into the room, his presence as commanding as his title. The low murmur of voices ceases instantly, and everyone present angles their necks in submission, acknowledging their Alpha. Without breaking stride, Zaid waves for Khal, his Beta, to continue. Khal, unflinching, nods and returns his gaze to the large map splayed out on the table, various areas marked with colored pins that indicate recent alliances and ongoing strategies.

Already angling. “Alpha Agora ,” she purred, bowing, trying to look graceful still. “It’s an honor.” He gave her one of those tiny, dangerous smiles. “You are welcome here, Abigail . Bloodfang values family.” Family. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you want,” he said, and Abigail giggled like a schoolgirl. That made me squint my eyes.