An Alpha For Christmas Novels & Stories

Andy recited the rest of the poem by Robert Frost as he placed the ornament on the tree. Next, Alpha Brent took one. It was a small wreath made of sticks. It looked handmade. “This is for Helena, my sister. I wish you could’ve known her before…” he said, then cleared his throat. “She loved Christmas, but was much more patient for her gifts than I ever could.” He placed the ornament on the tree. Next was Kara, talking about her grandfather.

he glances at the envelope, “Xavier.” The Alpha nods, and disappears, just to be replaced by another Alpha, all of them giving me the same wish, some adding on a long life to the hope for strong heirs. I plaster a smile on my face and thank all of them with so much exuberance that I almost believe myself.

And in Woodhidge-high, the most notorious bully was Clenk. Clenk Harris was a seventeen year old werewolf whose parents were quite rich. He was by miles, the strongest werewolf—his age—in town. His strength was just a gift to him, he wasn't a leader of any sort, yet he was an Alpha. He was born an alpha. Alphas generally get their level of authority and power after they have invested in leading a particular pack or killing another alpha werewolf. However, there aren't many alphas anymore because there wasn't any pack to rule. Over time, the werewolf culture has been forced to go through changes and series of phases because of the intimidating ever-growing nature of the humans. While, werewol

Ash said while crying. Alex, Sam, Simon, Type and Win bow their head in shame. If only they treat omega right, if only they understand Omegas pain. Ash don't hate Alex, he just can't trust him. Beacuse Alex is an Alpha. And it's really breaking their heart. "So I am mouse, I am Alpha to. Baby not all Alpha are same. Please baby give them one chance"

He was sending message to his only friend, Adom. The most delectable, earth-shattering scent worked its way through Ash foggy brain as she took deep breaths. The scent of apples and jasmine and a beautiful base note of roses all accented by the most perfect scent of Alpha he had ever had the pleasure of smelling invaded hid lungs. Alpha, the scent of Alpha. His Alpha! "MY ALPHA" she barked out as the realisation hit him like one of those new steam trains. She sat bolt upright as his eyes sprang open, which was a mistake, not the biggest one he had made today, admittedly, but bad enough. He slumped back onto the sofa as a wave of dizziness overtook him.

"Good day.'' Everyone responds in unison as if they are in a choir. The Alpha's fingers work quickly to tie his black shoulder-length hair back from his face, he squares his broad shoulders, then begins his lesson. Riveria feels herself being distracted by him, thinking that he should not be teaching a class of teen girls with raging hormones. She couldn't help but think that he looks like Chris Hemsworth. But with more muscles, tanned skin, one orange-coloured eye, and the other blue. She sighs, knowing that there is no chance on Earth of her catching the Alpha's eyes. He could easily get any female he wants, and the fact that he has no mate made all the females throw themselves at him. But

Its elegant branches stretch up towards the glistening sun, as its ribbons of love dance to the swaying breeze. I’m humbled to think about my parents standing beneath it, devoting their love to one another beneath its glory. I saunter towards the tree, eyeing the many ribbons that decorate its woody limbs. But my eyes seem drawn to one ribbon in particular that somehow looks familiar. However, I’m momentarily pulled away to the sound of a little girl’s laughter. I turn to see an Alpha playing with her. The Alpha offers her a candy as he says. “Oh, dear child, stop always calling me your uncle. I want you to call me daddy!”

"I don't like you." Alpha Sebastian smirks and retorts back: "You don't respect your mother enough, so i don't like you either." We are all stunned by that back and forth, Amy be the first who breaks the silence. "Thank you for your concerns, Alpha Sebastian. Is there anything you need us do here?" she redirects the conversation, lifting her gaze on the scorched entrance of the mall. The werewolves have already removed the debri that fell on the ground, providing a clear path for vehicles to come through for assistance. A small forklift is currently removing the heavy items from the set-up music stage. Alpha Sebastian averts his eyes from Amy at last, before responding.

Jessica rolled her eyes and stomped off like a brat. Moments later, the atmosphere shifted. The real moment of the night had arrived. Alpha Chris stood before the towering pile of gifts. This wasn’t about generosity. This was politics. Power. The game beneath the surface. He picked up a box, unwrapped it with ceremony, and held up a weathered goblet. “Ha! I’ve been hunting this one for years,” he said with a grin. “Alpha John, you’ve outdone yourself. Another rare piece for my collection.”

Alexis The scent of jasmine and burning sage wafted through the cool evening air as the elders began to chant. Our wedding was extra special, as Alex was Alpha, which was symbolic and essential for the pack. I knelt beside him on the wedding floor as the priestess stood at the head, reciting ancient blessings in a language I barely understood. Around us, the elders murmured their prayers.