Big Alpha Wolf Novels & Stories

Power rolled off him in waves, but it was comforting rather than intimidating. Apollo’s father remained silent. He eyed Amerie, not revealing his feelings or inner thoughts. “Tell me what I need to do.” Amerie said, surprised at how strong her voice came out. The world around her swirled again. The first Great Wolf laid in front of her in its wolf form, beaten and covered in blood but still snarling. Embertaurs surrounded him. One stepped out of the pack, larger than the others, and spoke to the Great Wolf in a gravelly voice that sent shivers down Amerie’s spine.

It is believed that wolves are given to us by the moon goddess too, some believe given again generation upon generation… My Dad’s wolf was apparently a mean and moody type, according to my Mum, but one that was undeniably loyal and protective of his mate, family, Alpha and pack – an ideal Beta. My Mum’s wolf was understandably smaller than my Dad’s, as she wasn’t a Beta or Alpha (the Alpha is usually always the largest of wolves in a pack, a Beta is often large in size and stature too, Gammas and warriors can often be larger too but often that is more through training than anything), but she was still a good size for a female wolf, and in good shape due to being well trained as both her par

I heard her announce from the other side of the door. I opened the door and walked into the office. My mother was sitting behind her desk while my father sat on the couch with my younger brother, Rory. He was only seven months younger than I was. My mother got pregnant right after giving birth to me and a werewolf pregnancy only lasted six months. That was why we were so close in age. My brother and I were complete opposites. I was serious and disciplined, while he was laid back and a total prankster. Even though we were opposites, we still got along well. It didn’t seem to bother him that I was next in line to be alpha. He was quite supportive of me. I had already decided that when I took o

Irene Gray, who is talkative and fierce, and knows that her two sons never get along, one of whom is the Supreme Alpha of her pack, Prim has never seen them in their inner wolf form. It turns out that Alpha Logan, who is friendly and royal, looks so big and scary when he manifests himself in the form of his inner wolf, a dashing black wolf. Indeed, Alphas on average have an inner wolf shape that is bigger than Beta, Gama, let alone Omega. It was as if even their body design had been adapted to their status as the highest of the werewolf race.

That was totally forbidden, although the only thing we had in common was the existence of the Alphas, Betas and Omegas, which was handled in the same way. In that balanced way. Nobody broke the rules and had control of some things, although it was not something that would last forever, there was always someone who damaged everything. One day I witnessed a battle between two wolf packs. It was night and everything around was dark, the only thing that illuminated the area was the moon. Of the two packs that were fighting place. I had heard that there was a rivalry to prove who was the stronger of the two, but what sparked that incident was that a member of one of them had caused a feud between

I countered, voice turning dark, “considering a woman beat you in a competition, I imagine your pride is in shambles. Now, if you’ll excuse me — I have better things to do.” His eyes flashed—wounded pride and simmering rage. He was halfway into his wolf, shoulders trembling as he fought for control. He growled, voice dropping deeper. “Don’t think owning this place means I can’t take it down with a snap of my fingers.” “Like you’re already trying to?” I shot back. “Go on…What else can you do, hmm?” The shift of an angry Alpha was impossible to ignore—heavy, crackling, oppressive. It pressed against my lungs, squeezing the air out.

His golden eyes, now reflecting the wisdom of an alpha wolf, looked at his pack mate with a grateful gaze before launching into a fast and powerful run. Owen's speed and agility as a wolf were impressive. He moved through the forest with a grace that only alpha wolves possessed. Each step was full of confidence and determination, as if he were claiming every inch of that territory as his own. With each beat of his heart, he felt the connection with Aragon grow stronger, and the feeling of freedom was intoxicating.

no doubt. A lazy smile was dancing over his lips, matching mine when I opened my eyes. Swiftly he spun, slightly up in the air and he landed in a beautiful black wolf, pure black, shining, his eyes are gorgeous in wolf-form, too. I have seen only Alphas with the same eye colours. Strange! Perhaps they hold more power and rule their community. I don't know.

They are amused at the sight of me. Alpha Kenn shoves me up against his chest, like a rag doll, and I frown at the metallic, iron stench emitting off of his warm body. He latches onto me like a trophy and the crowd smiles and hollers with victory, with pride. "I have retrieved my Luna," Alpha Kenn cheers to the crowd, like a newly wedded King. "Where is my dear old friend, Alpha Tate?" One man from the bunch steps forward, nearly naked, and my eyes roam around me, watching the circling wolves. One, a large, dark brown beast, has black fabric between its teeth. Man against wolf, how cruel.

“Relationships in a strange pack do not concern me. More importantly, where did white wolves come from and why now? - Have white wolves attacked you before? - I clarified. - Not. Linda replied. “We have been living side by side with the local white wolves for a long time. - That is, they were other people's wolves? I asked. - They were wild wolves! Alpha shouted. “They were much larger than ours, more aggressive, more bloodthirsty. Did they turn into people? I kept asking. - Only the leader. Alpha answered. – demanded that we leave our homes otherwise they will tear everyone apart. - Did you offer a fight? – I assumed. Alpha nodded, lowering his head. It's clear. Lost. - Father fought with d