Are Alpha Pok茅mon Stronger Novels & Stories

An alpha was blessed with an aura that made him powerful and the symbol of strength to the pack. Alphas always had a strength that set them apart from an ordinary werewolf, and made them an obvious leader. An alpha had the same abilities that werewolves had but they could it ten times, even hundred times better. They were just that unique. I couldn’t imagine what would make an alpha to lose that kind of strength and make him as weak as an omega –maybe even weaker.

“But this is different.” He folded his arms slowly. “If anything happens, we have the Alpha. We have strong wolves.” I shook my head immediately. “It’s not about strength.” Xavier looked at me carefully now. “What is coming is bigger than the Alpha.” The room became quiet after that. Even Xavier stopped moving. “Bigger than the Alpha?” he repeated slowly. “Bigger than this entire pack,” I said. I could feel my heartbeat rising again. “They don’t understand what’s coming.” Xavier stared at me for a few seconds like he was trying to decide if I truly believed what I was saying.

Forrest growled. As much as Damien wanted to retort, and retaliate against Forrest, his face was in so much pain, he couldn’t react at the moment. Sure it may be healing fast- a perk for werewolves- but pain was pain. “Allow me to indulge you, then, on the small yet vital piece of info you so foolishly overlooked. My rank as a werewolf may be Beta, but my overall strength is that of an Alpha’s.” Damien’s eyes dilated at the words that left Forrest’s mouth. Alpha? This mere, exiled Beta? There was no such thing! No Beta has ever matched an Alpha in terms of strength; it was impossible!

Once you are part of a pack that pack is your life, there is nothing you wouldn't do for them. An Alpha of the second largest pack I knew of challenged father, the 'Dark Moon Pack' so he could take over our pack. Father being an honourable man accepted the challenge, not knowing if it would be his last. My heart broke that day. My father was the foundation which kept his family and his pack strong. And he was lost to a mutt all for the sake of land and power.

Seth replied and took a step. Alex raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that?" What happened next happened very quickly. Alex shifted back into his wolf form and lunged at Seth. Fortunately, Seth wasn't quick enough to get out of the way, and Alex now had him pinned to the ground. Alphas were strong, very strong, but no one was stronger than Alex. Alex looked Seth right in the eyes and growled. He then turned back into his human self. "Now I suggest you get out of here and find your own Omega; that or I will rip your throat out with my teeth right here and now."

I addressed him with a grave tone, "tell me everything you remember about the rogue's appearance and behavior." He winced, his body contorted with pain, yet his eyes reflected unwavering determination. "He was different, Alpha," he began, his voice strained. "His eyes... they glowed with an intensity I've never seen before. And his strength... it was far beyond what any rogue should possess. He fought with a controlled aggression, as if he had been trained for battle. But the most unsettling part was his defiance. No matter how much we pressed him, he refused to shift back." The information gnawed at the corners of my mind, raising more questions than answers. The rogue's unusual abilities a

my father said, and I immediately groaned in response. I didn’t have anything against Alpha Drake, but I couldn’t stand his daughter, Sophia. I spent a lot of time in their pack when I was a kid. My parents were close friends with her parents, Alpha Drake and Luna Isabella, so I often got dragged there. Sophia and I had never gotten along. She was so stubborn and opinionated that it drove me crazy. I still couldn’t believe that Alpha Drake was handing the alpha title to her when she turned nineteen a month after me. I mean, I knew she was the only heir to the pack, but still, she was a woman. I have nothing against women, but I firmly believe the alpha role was a man’s job. I would never dar

"I probably just over-exerted my Alpha power calming you down." He chalked the strange, sharp pain up to power expenditure. He had no idea it was the first sign of our Mate Bond beginning to break. I took back the signed document. "If you're alright, I'll be going." "Wait," Rocco called out, the lingering pain in his chest shortening his temper. "Caterina, stop being so cold all the time." He drew himself up, his voice laced with an Alpha's unshakeable command. "As my Luna, you should be more considerate of your Alpha," he commanded.

The Alphas at the tournament won’t hold back either. Maxim is the toughest opponent I have ever encountered, besides Alpha Menno. He has no significant weak points, no flaws. His technique, speed and strength are exceptional. Although Alphas are genetically superior to others by nature, Maxim is on another level among all the Alpha heirs I have ever seen. I didn’t get out much, and I haven’t seen other Alphas fight, but you can just tell by his aura. He trains hard for it though. He deserves all the credit he is getting.

I growl as I lunge forward to attack him. But he quickly dodges my attack. “I may only be a Beta, but I have more skill and experience than you. Bring it on!” he growls. “You may have more experience, but you have become old and weak. That aside, a Beta’s strength still can’t be compared to an Alpha’s. We are superiors!” I growl as I lunge another attack, this time making sure I don’t miss. I kick his face repeatedly with my foot until his nose bleeds.