Angry Alpha Wolf Novels & Stories

a young wolf shouted, joining the chorus of voices filled with confusion and concern. Both wolves scrambled to their feet, shaking off debris and fur. Dad’s wolf, relentless, caught Alpha off guard with a furious growl. He lunged at William, clamping his teeth down hard on the Alpha wolf’s neck. The Alpha howled in pain, bucking wildly in an attempt to assert his dominance over the Beta wolf.

The bond snapped tight between them, undeniable and raw. No. This isn’t right. His wolf, Rand, howled in warning. It’s her. “She’s wolfless,” Raymond thought, jaw tightening. She is our mate, Rand insisted, don’t you feel it? He did feel it and that terrified him. Wolfless meant weak. It means useless . It meant a mate who couldn’t run with him, couldn’t fight with him, couldn’t lead beside him. An Alpha with a wolfless mate would be questioned, mocked, challenged.

She didn't know anything about Mate. A low growl left my chest. I sensed a lot of pain last week. I felt like a wounded animal. "She's fine and demanding discharge." I sensed him before he spoke. He was the Alpha of the Red moon pack in North America. They're known for their aggressive nature. It was one of the nine big packs in the world. "Ask Dimitri to grant it," I said, trying to keep anger away from my voice. "You shouldn't hide yourself from her," Alessandro said, stopping at his side.

I was so raged. I gave her a smile that didn't reach my face at all. It was a very mean smile. "How dare you come to my territory and talk to me like this!!!?" I growled. My wolf was so angry at the disrespect. I could see her shake at my voice but she quickly adjusted herself. I do not care whether I understand what she meant it not. All I know is that right now, she just spoke rudely to me. "...And how dare you try to steal from another woman, Alpha!?" She shouted back.

Three rogue wolves rushed towards Alpha Clause and I, and I recognized one as the one Alpha Clause described as Alpha Ross, the Alpha that went rogue. He was a black wolf with a white scar the shape of lightning under his left eyelid. He together with a brown wolf attacked Alpha Clause, leaving me unprotected for the smaller wolf that was ash in color to attack me. They might have thought that I was weak and that was why they had only one small wolf attack me, but I was strong and I would show them. I threw a kick at the wolf's jaw and he reared back, letting out a loud growl both in pain and anger.

Hatred simmered within the Alpha King as his wolf snarled furiously inside him. "No one hurts my pup! No one! I’ll tear them to pieces!" the wolf growled in his mind, its fur bristling, fangs bared, ready to leap and destroy.

"You can't? Aren't you just like them? I mean, from what I've learned so far, an Alpha is like a king." "I am only an Alpha on the outside, Arwa. A true Alpha has a wolf. A wolf is an important aspect of our life, but I don't have it. Or better yet, I've never shifted." "Why?" she asked softly, inching a bit closer to me. I could smell her, a sweet and flowery fragrance which made me ball my hands into fists. She didn't even realize the effect she had on me, or how badly I wished I could have her. But I had to control myself, because she was not mine to claim. Yet.

I heard a thud as the wolf who was on top of me went flying, I heard it growl at whoever had charged it. I opened my eyes to see Alpha Naral's huge grey wolf. He snarled at the attacking wolf, I nodded to him as I got up. I turned just in time to see Alpha Oren's brown wolf charge through a group of wolves who had been heading towards us.

Hoping I would not see those brothers out there. The three of us walked side by side, our scents mingling together. It was a trick we had learned, no one would ever think a small wolf like Christian or a female like myself would be an Alpha. Sure if the wolf got close enough they could tell the difference, but from afar Jay was the target as the bigger wolf. Which was exactly the case now, Red River wolves surrounded us, snarling and baring their bloodied teeth. I felt my hackles rise, and heard the low thrum of Jays answering growl, Christian threw back his head and howled, alerting our pack that the Alpha was under attack. I knew to be ready as they would attempt to pick who they thought t

he gnarled. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I warned the rogues, but it seemed as if they were deaf or couldn’t feel the power of my alpha dominance. It made my wolf angrier; nothing an alpha hated more than disregard. I howled as I lunged at the leader of the rogues, my large claws ripping his flesh. I didn’t want him dead, so I gave him a fatal injury on his neck to keep him busy while I fought his companions.