Becoming An Alpha Mga Nobela at Kwento

“They’re not full rogues. You have to force their submission, break them down, break their Wolf. They’re like zombies almost.” “That’s fucking awful.” I state. He pulls a face. “It is what it is. We have do things we don’t like to keep our Pack safe. To keep our Wolves safe. It’s part of being an Alpha.” “How do you become an Alpha?” I ask. He smirks. “Are you thinking of taking over?” He teases, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me down so that we’re lying on the couch now. “You know what I meant.” I say, ignoring the rush that’s already overwhelming me at being in such proximity to Cain.

“Oh, come on, Maddy. I’m the only one who’d ever love you, but I hate that you can't see that.” “But in a matter of time, you'll see that when I finally become an Alpha.” He said, and I froze. An Alpha? DeShawn plans to be an Alpha? How the hell is that even possible? He doesn't have the qualifications. He didn’t even go to the Werewolf Multi-Purpose Academy to boast his reputation and show his strength. Every Alpha has to pass through that, and Shawn never did—so how— His voice sliced through my thoughts. “And when I finally become an Alpha, I will make you my mistress since you like whoring around with some old heads.”

she says finally. I frown, sensing that she's hiding something. "May, can I ask you about the Alpha?" I say, my voice barely above a whisper. May's eyes flicker to mine, a warning glint in their depths. "What do you want to know, Princess?" she asks, her voice cautious. "Is he...is he going to hurt me?" I ask, my heart pounding in my chest. May's expression softens, her eyes filling with sympathy. "No, Princess," she says, her voice gentle. "The Alpha may seem fierce, but he is a just ruler. He will not harm you."

“Jasper, we can't choose Luther as the Alpha King. He's literally a walking red flag. Scarlet might die!” Jasper ignored her. His eyes were on mine. “By tradition, Luther is meant to be the next Alpha King. And nothing will stop him, not even you, Scarlet,” Jasper leaned forward, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips were set. “Are you in or are you out?” I fisted my hands at my sides. “I'm all in.” I felt like a chicken being led to the slaughter house but instead of fighting for freedom, I volunteered my death.

"Don't let yourself continue to fall. Our threat is getting bigger with the recruitment of Pedrosa's prisoners that made their way to escape as a member of Schneider. This is also the reason why I can't let you keep feeling down like this. You're the Laurent clan alpha king, mate. Your very existence is important to our pack. What would our members think if their leader was this delicate?" "Then, replace my position," he replied quickly. But the man shook his head. "You know, the process of becoming an alpha king is not as easy as what you said earlier?" "Yes, I know," he rolled his eyes, grunted in annoyance. “Only an alpha soul resonating with the light of a

I cleared my throat, casually moving my keg away. “Fine, this is the thing. I'm the new Alpha of this pack. I was born and raised to be. My beast is born to it. Because of you, the rules changed. The one that catches you and brings you back will get that title. I didn’t even want to attend this year!” “What is Alpha?” “Ehm, well, it’s our highest leader. The one leading our pack, in your world, he would be some kind of spiritual king, I think.”

The second demand stated that all humans were to be made slaves. When Rueben finished reading, he slunk back into his chair and seemed to shrink as he awaited my response. Certainly, he expected some kind of backlash—and the councilman seemed all the more confused when I gave him little more than a smile. “What exactly does this training period entail?” I asked. “How does one learn to become Alpha? Will I be rotting in a dungeon and reflecting on myself day in and day out? Will I be beaten and starved as my lesson? Will the period end once I’ve died of some unknown disease, like my grandfather?”

It might sound corny, but I do mean all of those things. Shortly after my small talk, I call for everyone to join me in this week’s pack run. Like everyone, I’ve been anticipating this wolf run. I have so much pent-up emotion to discharge. I reach into my growing Alpha aura. Once I become a full-fledged Alpha, I will have access to a more powerful Alpha aura and become stronger. Am I ready to be a full-fledged Alpha? Maybe. I don’t know.

“well, its not like we can submit if for another year, but I’ve complied all my transcripts so far. It’s not like I need to worry about getting in, though.” Alpha College, or AC, as everyone calls it; is the premier institution for ranked werewolves. Originally exclusive to Alphas and Betas, it expanded to include all ranked wolves, provided they meet the requirements. It’s where we learn everything about running a pack: werewolf law, diplomacy, strategy, and even combat logistics. Beyond that, it’s a hub for networking. Alliances are forged, rivalries are cemented, and the groundwork for the future of our world is built there.

I. "Nobody is going to touch you. Not while I'm around. They will all know that you're my mate; they can sense it, and no one likes to mess with another alpha's omega unless they're crazy. Trust me, darling. I'm not leaving you alone. Not this time. If they even try to touch you, I will rip their throat out." Ash raised an eyebrow. "What's up with alphas and wanting to rip throats out?" Alex chuckled. "Ripping another alpha's throat out means that they've won. You don't need to worry about it, darling."