Are Alpha Pals Stronger Novels & Stories

My mum had been very over bearing women since father died to another alpha just a mere 2 months before I had to leave and start college. Mum and dad were head of our pack 'Crystal Lake Pack', the largest werewolf pack in the states. Father even suggested the world as most packs were alot smaller in nature because they lacked the skills necessary to successfully run a pack of any size greater than 50. As most Alphas are hot headed and run their packs into the ground trying to gain land and trying to swell their packs with numbers. In our world that is why we fight. Once you are part of a pack that pack is your life, there is nothing you wouldn't do for them.

He questions, somewhat angry. "I told Landon to get rid of her, but he wouldn't-" "Get rid of?" He repeats and his grip on my arm tightens. "See," Landon, my kidnapper, nudges the guy. "Everyone wants a piece, even the Alpha." I swallow again. Alpha? A piece of me? "I will rip your throat out," he firmly tells Landon and his stature quickly changes. "I will rip your limbs off one by one with my bare hands."

“The place is surrounded, just give it up.” Alexander just stood there and chuckled. “Blaze you disappoint me, you had great potential, much better suited for the Lords than Eric, and then you go and pull this.” “Alexander,” I growled, drawing my gun and taking aim, but it was too late, I was too late again. Alexander stood there, acrimoniously staring me down. A deviant grin spread, he moved further towards the door as Blaze leaned forward and tried to grab him, only to miss and catch his suit pocket.

And that scene is a constant occurrence in my life that I wanted to change. The Red Moon Pack is the strongest in the region. Our Alpha, who didn’t have his mate yet, was passing the time by banging on different women and was the strongest Alpha as well. No pack would dare get in his way if they wanted to keep their packs safe. He was assisted and supported by his strong Beta, named Limuel, and Gamma, Jack.

She was a part of this pack now, and she would do whatever it takes to protect it. The tension within the pack continued to grow, and despite their efforts, Jessica and Lucas had yet to uncover the root of the problem. As they worked together to investigate, Jessica couldn't help but feel drawn to her alpha. His strength and confidence were alluring, and she found herself struggling to resist him. One evening, as they walked through the forest, Lucas reached out to caress Jessica's arm. She flinched at his touch, her body tensing as she withdrew from him. Despite her desire to submit to her alpha, she knew that she had to maintain a professional distance.

he spanks me on my right cheek lightly. A lycan is far more superior in ranking and body structure than a werewolf, a werewolf Alpha is nothing compared to a lycan Alpha, the latter in the case of a fight has strength which is equal to that of the former ten to fifteen times. They have got the tactics, knowledge, tricks, everything that might be needed through life.

Jordan bows her head in agreement, “The only thing is, Maddox didn’t understand who Daryl was” “Alpha of Alphas. What does that even mean?” “He is stronger, faster and more powerful than the average Alpha, it happens when they have killed multiple Alphas and taken over packs, they gain strength and power” Her words were making me see Daryl in a different light, a murderous wolf that constantly searched for more power. “He does love you” I raise an eyebrow at her “He is just like other male wolves, he feels the mate bond is strong enough to show that he loves you”

They were all huge, their strength obvious in their well-toned bodies, and even the smallest of them was larger than either of the twins, despite Matteus and Tyler having several generations of Alpha blood. Alphas were almost always larger than the rest of a pack. Betas too, especially if the ranks had carried through family bloodlines, and it certainly seemed like Saxon's had. He was far more intimidating than Alpha Yannick could have ever hoped to have been, and the same could be said for most of those with him.

I said and he tilted his head. “Do you think the other mark was made by her mate?” I asked and he nodded. “Plausibly so, especially since the mark was made by an Alpha” I told him and he gasped. “What? An Alpha? How can you tell?” He asked. “Alpha marks tend To be bigger than marks made by other wolves” I told him and he nodded slowly. “You remember when she unknowingly cried at the hospital? I felt the strength of her wolf, the strength of a Luna but it was gone so quickly that I thought I had imagined it” He said and I nodded because I had felt it too.

And because they had died, this man had to die too. "Stand up!" Ace commanded. This weak man was the Alpha of the Appleby pack where Ace was a 'guest'! It was no wonder the pack had been dying slowly at the hands of rogues and their own neighbours. Who would want to ally themselves with a weakling Alpha like him? All Ace had to do was growl for the grown man to start snivelling. And he hadn't even used his Alpha voice yet!