Beta Wolves Novels & Stories

“While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.” Crimson Dusk. Rhydan had spoken of them once, a twilight-born pack, bound by blood magic and dark legacies. “Come with me,” he offered, extending his hand. “Let me take everything from those who cast you aside.” I don’t know why my hand rose to meet his, why my fingers curled into his palm. But they did, and in that moment, I felt my wolf stirring. For the first time, she awakened but she didn’t emerge. Something held her back.

He cleared his throat silently. "Oops." She whispered with a breathy chuckle. "My bad guys," he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Luna, this is my mate and Beta Female, Tasha." He wrapped an arm around her waist lovingly and stared down at her with adoration. Is this what mates were supposed to be like. I eyed the space between Diesel and I. Were we supposed to be like that? Did werewolves even have the choice of their mate? Or are they just given one and told to be happy about it?

While most wolves, even those who can shift, have eyes that range from brown to black depending on the dominant traits of their wolf, higher ranks display unique hues. Betas are marked by light gray eyes, with rare instances of deep, dark blue. Gammas have light brown eyes touched with flecks of gold, reflecting their steadfast loyalty and strength. Chief warriors stand out with their regular eye colors streaked with bronze, a testament to their battlefield prowess and leadership. But alpha wolves are in a league of their own. Their eyes shimmer with silver, a symbol of their authority and connection to the pack. In exceptionally rare cases, an alpha’s eyes can appear gray with silver or blu

“Her wolf’s name is Zenobia.” “What a name.” Kane just grins and claps Glenn on the shoulder. “And she’s healthy? Strong?” “Yes. A black wolf.” Glenn’s chest puffs out with pride. “Huge. Almost as big as Suri.” Kane whistles through his teeth. “Well done, man.” “What does that mean?” I ask. “She’s a Beta. One of the strongest she-wolves in existence. Stronger than our warriors and Gammas.” “Oh…but then that means she has to start warrior training.”

“Then simplify it for the helpless human in the bloody forest.” I smiled slightly, “there are packs, territories, Alphas, Betas, Omegas, each pack has its own structure, land, laws.” “So like wolf royalty?” “More like organized chaos.” “Cool-cool, next question: do silver bullets actually work, or is that just Hollywood being dramatic?” “They work, painfully.” “Damn, okay, what about holy water?” I laughed, “we are wolves, not vampires.” He snapped his fingers, “I knew I was mixing my supernatural species.”

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.

Adasha The wolves emerged silently, their golden eyes gleaming with intensity. Their movements were deliberate, practiced, and lethal. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. How had they gotten so close without me sensing them? I cursed myself for my lapse in vigilance. The relief of escaping Randy had blinded me to the dangers of these unfamiliar woods. There were too many of them. My heart raced as I took in their numbers—this wasn’t a rogue ambush. These wolves belonged to a pack. Their scent carried strength and unity, and judging by their size and discipline, they were Betas. Fierce, loyal, and utterly unforgiving.

It’s not enough, not by a long shot. My gaze drifts across the room to where Greg and Austin sit slouched in chairs around the table, their faces as worn and quiet as my own. Drew and his Beta, Hugo, are here too. Drew reclines in the chair in front of my desk, nursing a whiskey, same as the rest of us. I’m grateful to have my brother by my side through this mess. He’s been a rock. And Hugo’s offer to help train Zach and take on some of the Beta duties has been a blessing. Blood Moon is a pack of over 5,000 wolves, and the Beta role is no small task. Austin and Greg have stepped up admirably, but it’s a lot—more than anyone should handle on their own.

I shook my head, nervously and shaken. James and I are the lead wolves here. He is called alpha 1; and I, alpha 2; Caleb, is Beta 1; and Miranda, my close friend is Beta 2. Jazzy is our only gamma and our chem wiz. We have a group of about twenty of us. There were two other groups, but unfortunately, they have come up to be outnumbered drastically over the years. Most of the members of the other groups have long died. Making them merge with the other groups.

I growl. The wolf moves closer to me. The other wolves back away. "Perhaps we can come to some sort of understanding, Alpha. Perhaps the bitch could give us what she owes us first, and then you can have the leftovers," the wolf says. His words infuriate me. I leap onto him. I hear my wolves howling as I pound the wolf into the ground. My Omega's and a few Beta Warriors did not go on the trip with Beta Finn. Those wolves heard my growl and came to help.