Beta Alpha Omega Dartmouth Novels & Stories

Olivia blurted out, nothing bothering to hide her anger and her intense disgust. "He's an Alpha?" Aaron exclaimed in shock, as his eyes grew slightly wider and his jaw dropped lower. He had heard about young Alphas but never had he actually met one. He didn't believe anyone less than thirty years of age should be given the position of an Alpha as he didn't believe they'd be ready to take on such a great responsibility. "Yes he is Alpha Damien and beside him is his Beta Draco and I am his third in command, Olivia, which means all three of us are very much allowed to be here." She fired back fiercely.

As soon as everyone was in the room, King Fenris said, “The wolves are from a nearby pack named The Bronzetooth Pack. Their alpha, Alpha Dolph Lobo is a real character. I think Alpha Damien would be of great use here.” I immediately got on the phone with Alpha Damien. I put it on speaker, so that everyone could talk. Alpha Damien answered on the first ring, “Hello, King Uther.” King Uther introduced everyone in the room, and I said, “Hey Alpha Damien! How are you?” Alpha Damien replied, “Hey Chloe! How can I help all of you? Something tells me this isn’t a social call.” I sighed, “Unfortunately, it’s not. Apparently, Alpha Dolph Lobo is assembling his warriors to attack our town. I think the

A week had passed since that incident and the anticipated day had finally arrived. The event started and the party was in full swing. That day Agnes saw the Alpha at the front door of the house and dragged him in wanting to rip off his clothes. Dorothy was just grateful he found that day funny enough to laugh about it or she dreads what would have happened to them. Alphas, betas, gammas, and other high-ranking wolves began to associate and mingle with themselves, their presences laced with power making the air suffocating to the omegas serving them.

“No need for the formality. Secretary Yusria, I wanted to get your opinion on the new electro project we are working on. What do you think about it?” Seeing the slight change in the young alpha’s demeanor, Beta Hamilton frowned in displeasure. “Alpha Damon, why would you ask a mere secretary something like that? Her opinion is as insignificant as the opinion of an Omega.” His sharp eyes rudely scrutinized her, disdain and scorn swirling within their depths as he glared at her. He was aware of his daughter’s feelings for the alpha. As such, any female that gained Damon’s attention immediately entered his radar of suspicion. “Beta Hamilton, Omegas are also werewolves. As a member of the Settin

Matthias Delacroix. I knew immediately that he was the Alpha. His presence filled the room, demanding attention without needing to speak. His dark hair was neatly combed, his sharp, icy eyes assessing me with quiet intensity. He didn’t have the same reckless arrogance Cassius had—no, his dominance was something else entirely. "Alpha," Kieran greeted with a slight nod. "This is Lorien. The omega I told you about." Matthias leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable as he studied me. The silence stretched, pressing heavily against my chest.

I pushed away from him, taking two steps backward, he looked hurt, but I didn’t care. He stared at me for a long moment with stormy eyes, then he did the last thing I expected him to do. He sank down—knee by knee, until he knelt right there on the dining hall floor in front of everyone. The night Alpha Damian Blackthorn was on his knees for a broken omega witch. Gasps echoed around us like gunfire. I stopped breathing.

The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint. Omegas weren’t allowed. Officially, we didn’t exist. I adjusted my duffel bag on my shoulder and kept walking, posture relaxed, head up. Confident, but not cocky. Visible, but not loud. The way an Alpha was supposed to move. Around me, the other students gathered in clusters—tall, broad-shouldered, radiating dominance. Some laughed. Some shoved each other. Some stared openly, assessing, ranking. I felt it immediately.

We were all deep in thought when there was a knock at my office door. “Alpha?” One of the omegas, Daphne, said as the door creaked open. I made it a point to know all our pack members by name, even though we have over 6,000 wolves now. It was a task, but as Alpha, I made it my responsibility to know everyone. “Yes, Daphne?” I greeted her as I looked up from the papers. “This just came in the mail for you and Luna. It was sent via messenger.” She walked over, handing an envelope to Kenz.

So far, it seems more like Malcolm’s been my problem, rather than the other way around - but there’s no way I’d have the courage to say that. “Anyway, I have to go find my friends.” Miranda kisses Malcolm again and flounces off, leaving me alone with Malcolm, who’s still staring me down. It’s tough to maintain eye contact, and I find myself staring at his chest. He’s big, wide chested, his muscles well defined under an athletic t-shirt with the school’s logo on it. “Yeah, I’m the Beta,” Malcolm explains. “But our Alpha already graduated from Ponderosa High. So it’s just me running the show around here, and I’m not about to let an Omega embarrass us.”