Big Alpha Wolf Novels & Stories

Whenever the air was laced with Alpha pheromones, it would let out that programmed cry. So whenever Julian went into heat, all I could do was listen to the Plush Wolf Doll’s moans—more like a woman’s breathy gasps—until dawn. The third wheel between Alpha Julian and me was a giant Plush Wolf Doll. Anyone who heard it would think it was absurd. After countless arguments that went nowhere, I decided to bring it up at our son’s first birthday banquet. That day, the pack gathered at the Alpha’s castle—elders, allies, and trade representatives were all present.

I settled into a quiet corner, hoping to lose myself in the story. The book started like any other werewolf novel, talking about full moons and shifting. But then, I turned the page and my breath caught. There was a picture. Not the usual handsome man turning into a wolf, this was different. This wolf was massive with glowing red eyes and thick, dark fur. The caption underneath read, “Cursed Alphas.” It looked… powerful. Intimidating.

She left me while I headed into the council room. The eerie feeling that hit me sent goosebumps through me but the glare from my father being the second in command in council pulled me back on ground. It clearly stated, Do not waver, son. It has been since the disappearance of Elena that I have felt the presence of my wolf again, the way he stirred which means he felt the strange power too. The intimidating yet challenging one, readily awaiting your downfall so to announce your doom. There are Alpha's of different packs, apparently the packs my Father had successfully won and formed a treaty with and that gave Isabella’s Father the opportunity to be amidst.

He wanted to be sure that she was there and who exactly she was. His eyes glinted as he stared into space. " Interesting...could she be that little girl? That fierce little devil?" " Alpha, she may likely be. After all, sixteen years ago she..." " One more word, Niel and I don't mind severing that pretty head of yours from your body," Alpha Drake said, his smile like that from the pit of Hades. That brought shivers, whimpering and silence among the wolves. Everyone valued their lives. But then one of the wolf stepped forward, his head slightly bowed. His aura was less than Drake but higher than the rest.

That was cold, he could've at least let me thank him for helping me that time. "What a dick." Daichi said, fixing up his tie. "They think just because they're alphas, they can strut around like their hot stuff, piss off." He yelled but they were probably too far to hear. Daichi is a beta and he's hated alphas for as long as I can remember but he's friends with some people who are alphas. He might hate alphas but in his words, "Only the Alphas who are too proud to distinguish right from wrong." Akito on the other hand is an alpha that he trusts, we all met in elemtary school but Daichi and I were friends first.

It was Alpha, and boy did it smell amazing. Ash shook his head as he tried to concentrate on Ohm's scent, which was barely there, and before he could get it, he was tackled to the ground and was now laying on his back with another wolf pinning him down. The wolf was huge, and it smelled like the same alpha he had been smelling. The wolf's fur was black with a reddish tint, and his eyes were gold. He was gorgeous, and Ash had never seen a wolf like that before. When Ash looked up, he saw the Alpha growling at him and showing his canine teeth. Ash whimpered and closed his eyes. He knew this was a bad idea. He should not have run after Ohm, but of course, like the omega he was and the older bro

one wolf says. Beta Baily smiles at me. "Well, this Alaska must be some wolf," Beta Bailey says. I smile back at her. "She is," I answer. "I have a plan, and Finn is the bait," Beta Bailey says. "I already like this plan," I say.

"The Alpha has been planning to meet with the RegalWolf Pack for some time now. We have been preparing for 2 weeks. The alpha has requested that you accompany him to welcome them into the hall." Of course, everyone knew the RegalWolf Pack. They were the richest pack in all of werewolf land. They owned a fleet of ships airplanes and a lot of other businesses. On top of that, they were politically influential. If anybody wanted a political position, all he had to do was bow to Alpha Tormund, its leader and it would be given to him.

"You can get started on those. I’ll join you once I’m done here." I nod and head over to the desk, feeling Audrey’s burning gaze follow my every move. I ignore her and get to work, sorting through the books one by one, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling crawling up my spine. The books are filled with the history of werewolves and their lineages. I flip through each one, trying to find something—anything—about myself. But there’s nothing. I scan several books and come across an interesting revelation. Ezra is the Alpha of the largest pack in the country, followed closely by Lucian’s pack.

“Don’t tell your human side this, but with where the white is on your muzzle, you look like an old man.” They stared at me for a moment before letting out a bark and wheeze. It was always so funny to hear a wolf laugh. At least, something was good today. Size-wise, this wolf was pretty large, so they were probably an Alpha. Alpha Damian pulled in help all the time from other Alphas, Betas, and even some other supernatural races. Not everyone agreed with him, but they couldn’t argue with the results. “Well, well, if it isn’t little Winter.”