Alphas Vow Novels & Stories

Byron looked at me and didn't move. “Gabe, I knotted. Get the doctor here now.” Shit. He was the Alpha of all Alphas. The king if you will. We pledged ourselves to him, we remained Alphas, but he was stronger, faster, and bigger than all wolves. No pack can run with more than one Alpha without one being the Alpha of all Alphas. We were the only pack in a thousand years to produce triplet Alphas. Twins were extremely rare for Alphas, triplets were incomprehensible to most of our kind.

Not until she says so. As our hands part, I speak one last vow, not required, not scripted. Mine alone. “Let it be known, should I fall, it is him I trust to rise in my place. And if I break, it is him I trust to hold the pieces.” Shaun nods once, the motion sharp, sure, and full of fire. “Long reign the Alpha,” he says, voice quiet but thunderous in my bones. “And long stand the Beta beside him.” I say. And from the silence, it spreads again, a second chorus rising like a wave: “Long stand the Beta!”

Jeremy caught my eye and gave me an encouraging nod, while Alaric’s expression softened with quiet pride. I turned my attention back to my mates, my heart swelling as I looked at them. This was real. This was happening. --- The vows were simple but heartfelt. Each of them spoke of our journey, the challenges we’d faced, and the love that had grown between us. Zed’s voice was steady as he promised to protect and cherish me, his golden eyes shining with emotion. Erebus’s vow was laced with his signature humor but carried an undercurrent of raw sincerity that left my chest aching. Embry’s words were quiet but powerful, every syllable a reminder of the depth of his love.

"All of us will be 100% honest with you. This I give you my vow as Alpha.” I looked over at him, surprised that he was asking me. It was even more surprising that he vowed to be honest. An Alpha Vow, or Alpha Oath, was a very serious matter. An Alpha breaking that could cost them their position within their pack. That was precisely why it wasn’t tossed around all willy-nilly. I took a minute to consider what questions I wanted to ask. My head was filled with them, so I just had to sort through them. “Why am I here?” I asked first.

And the crowd cheered more, when hearing it. Brianna, who also haven’t recovered drown more in his icy stare, she was still in cloud 9 but the f*cking pastor stopped everything and asked her to vow. and taking a big gulp, she opened her mouth, saying, “Okay, Alpha. I, Brianna Jones, accept you. Jack Nicholas Burkley, the only Alpha in Burkley, to be my mate. And I vow that I will love you until, the day I stop breathing,” And that vow, managed to turn the Alpha more, because heard her calling him Alpha…

“ I just don’t want you to get hurt. You are my life.” “ And I’m telling you, I won’t get hurt. I promise.” “You know he’s an alpha, screw that.” “You are an alpha wolf as well.. I believe you are well capable of taking care of me. I’ll be safe, I promise. I won’t get in your way.” “ I can’t help but worry, but I have to believe you.” He down springs towards us with his sharp claws out. He’s getting prepared to kill Logan. “ Logan, please look out.”

"We are allies by necessity. Nyros does not care about your territory lines. He does not care about your ancient grudges. He will devour everything you love and leave your bones to rot under a red sky." Faces hardened. Heads bowed. "And if I fail," Veyra continued, "it will not matter how many warriors you gather, how high you build your walls. You will fall." The stoneblade at her side pulsed once—an ancient reminder of the stakes. "We stand together," she said, voice rough with the weight of fate. "Or we fall alone." Slowly, reluctantly, the Alphas approached the Moonthorn Tree one by one. Each one laid a token at its gnarled roots—a sign of agreement, however bitter. A dagger. A strip of

Snow dusted the steps and railings, but no one bothered to clear it. Dominic stood waiting, dressed much like the day before. Beside him was Dante, his betas, and a few elders from other trusted packs. There was no music, no candles, no flowers. Just the sound of the cold wind brushing past. The elder of the Reign pack stepped forward and opened the ancient book of vows. "Serena Vale, Alpha of the Vale pack. Do you accept this union in alliance, duty, and strength?" Serena took a breath and looked into Dominic's eyes.

“Didn’t you?” “I did,” he murmured. “Even before she spoke.” She stepped closer. “What did it mean? The order? The thirteen Alphas?” Silas was silent for a long time. Then, softly: “There was a time when packs didn’t fight alone. When those touched by prophecy were gathered not just for power, but for containment. We called ourselves the Bound Circle. Thirteen Alphas who bore the weight of a world fractured by ancient sins.” Dorian stared. “You were one of them?”

“Do you, Alpha Maxine of the Bloodclaw Pack, vow to protect and love your mate with honor and strength?” “I do,” Maxine replied, eyes locked with mine. “And you, Venus… do you vow to stand by your Alpha, to lead with wisdom, and to share in all the victories and storms of his reign?” “I do,” I whispered. My voice trembled, but my heart didn’t. I locked eyes with Maxine. “I will honour you as my Alpha and my mate as long as I have breath left in my lungs. I'll stand by you through thick and thin. I'll never betray you, I'll never stop loving you. I'll be a friend you can rely on. And together we shall build a a family and a pack that can stand the test of time.”