Bear Alpha Fanart Novels & Stories

, She ended her statement by showing me her fangs . " Your father feels the same ", She added cheerfully , her fangs dissapeared. " What kind of Alpha would I be if I could not even handle those Gray moon assholes ? And you can't go around calling your future son-in-law a fiend mum , that's just wrong ", I grinned as I told her , showing her my beautiful fangs too . Mama laughed with me , we only stopped when Rio cleared his throat . " If you've decided to be with Herrera, Don't you think it would be a good idea to not refer to his pack and your future pack as Assholes ?", He inquired like he was impacting some high strain of intelligence .

I said to him sitting on the floor where I fell and nursing my temple. "And you need to watch what you say about my family," he retorted in anger. Darrell hasn't been the same ever since his mother, who's the Luna of our pack was accused of murder; it is claimed she allegedly killed the Beta of our pack who was formerly the Gamma but rose in ranks through 'dubious' means. Before he maneuvered his way to that position, my father was Beta; but Darrell chose to keep me as his Beta and made sure everyone in our generation referred to me as such. It honestly felt weird, bearing the Beta title while my dad bore the Gamma title.

"Marcus, look at me! It’s Nash! I’m your Alpha!" The Beta, a large black wolf with a distinctive white patch on his chest, didn't hesitate. He didn't blink. He lunged from the side, his powerful jaws clamping onto Nash’s thigh. Nash roared, a sound of pain and fury, as the teeth sank deep. He didn't shoot. He didn't use the knife at his belt. He grabbed Marcus by the scruff of the neck, straining to pull the wolf off, his biceps bulging, sweat pouring down his face.

My wolf revels in the simple joy of the run, the temporary freedom from human worries. The moon hangs high overhead, bathing the forest in light that filters through the canopy. My Beta, Alaric, a massive gray wolf with battle scars crisscrossing his muzzle, flanks me on the right. He's been by my side since I took the mantle of Alpha after Lyla's father died. On my left runs Aria, the pack's head warrior, her russet fur gleaming as she moves with lethal grace.

You would hardly call him a redhead if you didn’t notice his orange beard as he had a bald head. “The alpha of Triton Park,” he continued as he beat his huge chest to where his emblem was. Gold and shiny against the red military cloth he wore. The design was a three headed wolf roaring to the sky. “And this is my beta,” he pointed to a fellow dressed in the same military pattern as he.

“Is this how you treat your pack members?” The crowd shifted uneasily. No one answered. Auren’s Beta stepped forward, voice cracking with barely restrained grief. “She’s not part of this pack. Not anymore.” “And why is that?” the stranger asked. The Beta swallowed hard. “She… she killed our Alpha.” The Alpha’s jaw ticked. He glanced at the ropes, then back to the Beta. “And for that, you chain her up like a beast? No trial? Just public humiliation and whatever fate the mob decides?”

That was cold, he could've at least let me thank him for helping me that time. "What a dick." Daichi said, fixing up his tie. "They think just because they're alphas, they can strut around like their hot stuff, piss off." He yelled but they were probably too far to hear. Daichi is a beta and he's hated alphas for as long as I can remember but he's friends with some people who are alphas. He might hate alphas but in his words, "Only the Alphas who are too proud to distinguish right from wrong." Akito on the other hand is an alpha that he trusts, we all met in elemtary school but Daichi and I were friends first.

Solana stared at it and sighed. “I think they are trying to steal our compass,” she said. “But they can’t get back with ours. It’s against the rules,” I pointed out. “We have to know what’s going on.” Solana nodded and we walked towards the men. One of them was holding the crystal, the scarlet light from the gem glowing against his face. He was blonde and didn’t look older than nineteen. I guessed bi to be the beta. There was another man standing beside him staring at the crystal. He had jet black hair which was soiled with gray hairs. He was the Alpha.

Gunnar frowned. “Beta to my Alpha? No, I am the Beta of Nebrodi. I am Alpha Tiberius’ Beta. I worked my ass off to prove being female didn’t discredit me as a Beta heir. I work my ass off for my pack. And I’ll be damned if I give that up for some dick.” I scoffed as I shut my luggage. “Well, neither of us is going to go play Beta mate for your Luna for some pussy.” Gunnar countered.

Her amber eyes flitted with shards of gold, slowly backing away from the man she never bothered to love. Before she could say anything, another racket saw everyone jump back. One by one, falling like dominoes, the ties around the banner poles gave way. A sea of orange and gold banners blasted to full stretch in the wind like the proud sails of a ship. Except written in stark black paint was the truth. Huge, undeniable truths for every Alpha, Luna and Beta to read and digest. Cass hadn't mentioned this bit, but it was magnificent. SCARRED ALPHA AYR MURDERED ELDER BRENT