An Alpha Novels & Stories

Beta Jesse says to me and I know in the eyes of all the Betas this is something they have never seen before and can only dream about. “I wouldn’t say its awesome. I am so used to my roll as Beta that I don’t know if I can ever allow myself to be an Alpha.” I tell him as we walk around the ground together securing the border. Beta Jesse then chuckled before he said, “Alpha Shawn, an Alpha is the same thing as a Beta but just one step higher. You still can train your warriors and lead them into battle. You’re just not the second man anymore but the first man in charge.”

, Alexa teased me. “Alexa , his voice vas sharp, you are my sister but I’m the Alpha and I will not tolerate your behavior.” “That explains a lot “, I said more to myself .” “Jenn, sorry , I’d tell you but”... “Let it go I’m glad it’s so”. I laughed significantly. “Uh, I’m dead”, she shook her head. “Alpha James, she tried to stay serios as I shook my head in disbelief , can i take Jenn to the pools tomorrow please?”

“…you’re simply the weakest alpha in the wild west. I mean—” “Hold your tongue!” I shouted. He shouldn't be speaking to my father like he was a common thief. I balled my fists and eyed the blue-eyed werewolf in front of me. I took a lungful of air, restraining myself from punching him right between the eyes. My father, the Alpha of the Talons, sat on his throne, saying nothing. He merely stared at me in anger, as did the other three members of his court.

he murmured, more to himself than anyone. “Absolutely!” the Beta said, a little too eagerly. “She—” He stopped abruptly, the air in the car suddenly turning frigid. He glanced nervously into the rearview mirror. Kade’s expression had become dangerous. “My apologies, Alpha,” the Beta stammered quickly. “I spoke out of turn.” Kade’s voice was like ice. “You seem unusually invested in her happiness.” The Beta became nervous. “I…” “The truth.” The Alpha commanded.

“Let the world remember tonight. The Alpha has risen. And his Luna stands beside him.” Together, they left the hall as the wind howled and the earth trembled. Change had come. And no one—not even the gods—could stop it now.

"Are we... Are we going to win this?" The honest answer was: I don't know. But that's not what an Alpha says. An Alpha projects confidence even when drowning in uncertainty. An Alpha carries the fear so the pack doesn't have to.

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.

"I researched and asked others what being an Alpha means. I found that it's not a state of being but rather a title. So, it's like saying, mister or Professor Werewolf. Does that make sense?" "Yes, go on." "When you call him an Alpha, what does that mean to you?" "He's dominant or the leader." "Right, as most people do. The first letter of the Greek alphabet is alpha. We learned this in our sorority. In Latin, alpha means ox, or represents both the upper and lower case of the first letter of the Latin alphabet." The word alpha is also in the Bible. It describes God as the Alpha and Omega. So naturally, when we hear the word alph

His mouth shifts, almost smiling, but there is no humor in it. “They got that part wrong.” “Because of you.” “Because of what I became.” Maya looks at the word on the page: Alpha. It has been sitting in front of her for two days, ugly and overdramatic, like something from a bad paperback with a shirtless man on the cover and a surprising amount of forestry. She had hoped it was metaphor. She is becoming extremely tired of metaphor being the coward’s exit. “What does Alpha mean?” she asks. Marcus lifts his eyes to hers.

He set his cup down on the ledge and exhaled — long and heavy, like he was setting something down along with it. "Isabeau's cocktail had me, though. Whatever that woman puts in those drinks—" he muttered, then caught himself and moved on. "Anyway." He straightened. "It's not public, not announced, not on any Crescent record. But my mother is right." He looked at Anna directly. "I'm Alpha of Alphas, it's a divine title — not inherited, not voted on, gifted. Chosen by something older than any of us." The words settled over Anna heavy. Everything she'd ever heard as myth, as legend, as bedtime stories told to frighten and fascinate — it was real, all of it, standing right in front of her with a