Beta Alpha Omega Dartmouth Novels & Stories

He pulled Matt away and was about to stop Steve when the door opened and David stepped outside. "Alex, Matt come in" David said and held Alex's hand by pulling him in. "Good bye Mr Morton." And David closed the door. Henry just released a relaxing breath. What is wrong with Steve. "Good evening sir. I'm Alex and this is my brother Matt." Both of them bowed. "So, Alex you are an Omega, right?" Alex just nodded. "Hmm hello Matt, and you are an Alpha right?" Matt nodded. "I'm the Head Alpha of Blood Moon Pack. You don't have to worry here. You will get your own place in some days till then you can stay here. And feel free to wonder around. Consider it your home." Alex and Matt both bowed thanki

Inside, he found himself in a room adorned with symbols of power and authority, a testament to the alpha's status. Alpha Dante spotted the alpha of alpha, a formidable figure who exuded strength and wisdom. He approached him respectfully. "Alpha of alpha, I come seeking guidance for the sake of my pack and loved ones. I'm facing a challenge that requires your insight." The alpha of alpha regarded him with a piercing gaze. "Speak, Alpha Dante. I sense a genuine need in your voice. What troubles you?" Alpha Dante then proceeded to share the details of his predicament, laying out the complexities of his situation and the potential dangers that loomed. As he spoke, his words carried the weight o

“To find our place.” Marie turned back to the audience. “Let me give you a few facts about our charter graduating class. Of the twenty-five of us, seventeen are omegas, two were rogue born, five of us are Betas. If you were keeping count, that left one. One Alpha. I was not Alpha born. I was born a Beta and elevated when my dad married Elder Electra. There is so much that happened that year. And several of my fellow graduates were with me through it.”

Tarryn asked, tilting her head. Plimoth shook his head, "Even with our advancement in science, we still haven't found an antidote for Wolfsbane. Not to worry girls, those with Alpha blood will not easily be killed by this poison. Omegas and Betas are the only ones who need to worry, of course, even though I'm a Beta, I'm trained so I wouldn't die from it." I keep that in mind. After Plimoth’s lecture every one focused again on their own experiments. Leaving me with my wandering eyes practically judging every single one of them. Most of my attention though is focused on the two people beside me.

the Shaman pointed at me as I approached the grounds. “Average. Who's he?” “Styles” “That sounds very familiar,” the Alpha responded as he walked towards me. He halted in front of me and lifted the tag from my jacket. “I've seen this somewhere. Am I missing something?” he shot me a suspicious glance. He tried to read into my mind. My heart clanged in pain as he sniffed the air around me. He flapped the hood off my head as he gave me a close look. I tried to avoid the intensity in his eyes when a cry broke out. I exhaled heavily, backing away immediately as the Alpha turned towards his beta.

The first was a female and she barely knew her that much since she's married to her mate. The second oldest was Cyrus, who stays in the alpha's household ever since he got his mate. Yeah, he is soon to be the next beta of their pack though. And the least oldest. Alexander. He has nothing to write home about, that is in Petal's point of view. Just like their father, he bully and picked on her, making everything more difficult for her. He cares less about her existence and make her do his work, watching his friends pick on her and turn her into a laughing stock, forgetting the fact that they are siblings.

But when he saw Ashly walk in their school hall several years ago, he couldn't escape the charm that was brought by his wide smile. Then they were tasked with helping students in their school, and many of them are omegas. Alex wasn't a typical Alpha. He respects everyone, even Alpha or Omega. He was confident in his ability; he knew damn well he could pull this particular trick to earn more respect from Ashly. But what surprised him was Ashly's compliment. It's been a month, and for him, it's still new. He was helping others as well, as if he were really doing this for himself, more like Ashly. He managed to match Omega's emotions, and he helped them. That was how Alex found himself being dr

But I could crawl. I dragged myself to the door, pressing my ear to the wood. Voices outside—two guards, bored, complaining about their shifts. "…heard the Beta in the east wing is asking about the Omega." "Alpha said no visitors." "She's his mate. You'd think she'd have some say." "Alpha's word is law." Elara. Hope flickered. The next day, the guards brought food. Gruel and water. I ate, saving my strength. On the third day, a different wolf came.

Good to be on my best behaviour now. Victoria clapped her hands once, as if to dispel the lingering tension from the card game. “Enough of that. Let’s play something more exciting—Alpha Darts.” She gestured toward the far wall where a reinforced dartboard hung, the kind used only by Alpha-level werewolves: heavier darts, enchanted fletching that responded to wolf energy, and a target ring that shifted slightly with each throw to simulate a moving opponent. It was a game of precision, power and instinct—nothing an omega should be able to play.