Beta Wolf Rank Novels & Stories

If he’s noticed or not, he says nothing. “Right,” Jay agrees with another low hum in his throat. “Well, we have similarities to real wolves, but we are not like actual wolves at all. Real wolves, despite what humans once thought, do not have ranks like alpha, beta, omega… so forth. They’re just a mother and father breeding pair and their offspring. Werewolves, however, have those ranks,” he continues, his voice smooth and warm. I nod my head slowly. “And you are… the leader of the group, right?” I ask. After a moment’s pause, I then add, “the Alpha?”

“Were you actually enjoying my story?” “Of course, you’re an amazing storyteller. That was absolutely riveting,” Carter said. “The Alphas, the other packs. Regular werewolves who do their bidding. What else? Why is Balfour called a Beta?” Eric settled back. “Well, regular wolves make up most of the pack. But Betas are the best of them. Balfour is the best, strongest and wisest Beta any pack has ever seen, honestly. He’s been with the Cross family for decades, since before the great war.” He said with admiration. “And then there’s omegas.”

he replies without hesitation. Usually, a wolf’s colour and size reflect its rank. The darker and larger the wolf, the higher the rank. Alphas are often dark grey or black, Betas dark grey with lighter markings, and Gammas or Deltas tend to have brown and grey tones. Regular pack members range from tan to brown to russet or grey. For an Alpha King like Tobias, it makes sense that Thor would be completely black and massive.

I cringed at the memory, getting family moments while living in a place like the pack house was difficult. The castle was huge and home to everyone, there were guest quarters, the Delta wolves quarters for retired council members, as they became the Alpha's responsibility. Someone bumped into me, causing me to drop my backpack in the process. "Really? The place isn't wide enough for two people to share it?" I muttered rolling my eyes as I bent down to pick my backpack. "What did you just say?" The person turned around, making me wish I hadn't spoken at all. Beta wolves are the meanest rank ever! Just a few power shots of becoming Alpha which automatically makes them angry and unbearable to b

he shrugs, but I can tell his wolf is calling for a pack bond. As I understand it, their friend group formed their own mini pack of mixed species, so he and his sister are not rogues. But a proper pack is what his wolf is calling for. And I can sense this guy's strength. If I had to guess, I'd say he has ranked blood — Beta, or Delta, maybe, and he's built like a tank. He could even be an Alpha, though it's rare that lone Alphas are raised rogue. "Darryl!" my Delta is in front of me almost immediately.

Alpha - Ruler of a wolf pack/ 1st in command Beta - 2nd in command Gamma - 3rd in command Delta - 4th in command and train to become the next Beta • • •

Doesn’t mean I feel good about making someone an orphan, even a jerk like Ryker. “Whatever, Amelia. Can I go now?” he asks with a bored huff. Chris glares at him, Tyson growls and Vitali takes a threatening step forward. “That’s 'Alpha' to you. Show some respect,,” Vitali seethes. Ryker just smirks at him, but you can still see intimidation in his eyes. Betas, Gammas, and Deltas as ranked members hold authority, and their wolves are stronger, and their words carry weight. Just not the same level as an Alpha.

The mark long since healed yet proof of how savage we had been. My eyes quick to spot the same mark as mine and Jakes. The pack crest along with a wolf howling at the moon except unlike Jake’s, the wolf was slightly different. Something I hadn’t noticed until now after mating with Zak. ‘Huh, odd’ I move to say to Rune. Rune quick to perk up when I do. ‘What’s odd?’ ‘Zak’s mark. The wolf’s slightly different than Jake’s’ ‘That’s because he’s a Beta. The wolf reflects the status. Larger wolves mean higher status. But unlike most, Zak and Alex both equally acknowledge Jake as their Alpha and mate and you their Luna.’

The money would come in handy until we got set up in the new place, and Jeremy had already broached the subject of me helping him in the business once everything settled down. I headed into the bar. It was still quiet. There were a couple of witches in one of the corner tables and a werewolf sat at the bar. I could tell by his scent that he was a pack wolf and that he was a high ranking one. A Beta was my guess. I was good at guessing ranks. Ezra had told me that not all werewolves could recognise a rank unless the werewolf in question chose to reveal it, but I seemed to just know. Ezra had said it was clearly my keen senses or something. A quick sniff told me that the Beta wasn’t from a pac

Their eyes shocked in horror, mouths muffled incoherent words before Vampire ran up with a small giggle in between while swinging her own weapon. That was the last view before they fell into a dream realm. On the other hand, a few Wolf and Shepherd members gathered around. They were small in numbers and also were experimental subjects. “Alphas!” One of Wolf’s members gathered. “Betas!” The Alphas greeted them. Wolf had three power hierarchies: Alpha, Beta, and Gamma. Alpha was the leader and consisted of two people. Beta was the second in command and had four members while Gamma was the last in command, and had eight members.