Black Alpha Wolf Novels & Stories

Sasha and the rest of the guys barge in heavily armed. It’s too late for me to realize that the wolf in bed is Alek. The way they lower their guns and go on their knees simultaneously, like they’ve practiced it a thousand times, makes my heart swell with pride. “Alpha,” says Sasha, lowering his head, and the rest follow, including Kirill, who looks proud. “Oh, Goddess.” I let go of a shuddering breath as I step closer with weak knees. “Alek, you get your wolf back. You’re complete again.”

Just like him, his wolf was also black. “Hey,” he said, his bushy brows furrowing as he spoke. King returned his greeting, exchanging greetings with the rest of his friends as well before taking a seat next to Articus. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he apologized once again. “It’s not a big deal. We weren’t really talking about anything before you showed up,” Articus said, waving off his apology. “Yeah, nothing to worry about,” Blake reiterated. Blake Bennett was the alpha of the Yellow Cicada pack. He had auburn hair and hazel eyes. He was six foot three and very easygoing. His wolf was a red wolf.

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.

Vincent and his mate Daisy have stood by me through thick and thin over the past five years, and I consider them family. I'm feeling extra nervous today because CEO Xavier and CEO Kai are coming to the office. Vincent explained that they are the alphas of the Blackmoon Pack, the most powerful Pack among wolves, and no one dares to mess with them. These alphas don't often enter the human world, but they had to come this time because our company plans to buy a large cooperative firm dealing with food. I checked all the files and documents to ensure I had everything I needed for the meeting. When I got to the car, Daisy was waiting for me with a coffee.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

I can feel her touching me once again, and with her touch I feel the adrenaline rush to every pore of my being, engulfing me thirsty rapture and unquenchable desire. ‘This heaven and hell.’ I shuddered. “What the heck? Are you okay, Blackie?” ‘...’ My world froze as I stiffened.. A great way to dampen my uncontrollable excitement, but did I hear her right? Did she call me a dog, this Alpha King? My disbelieving eyes wild with exasperation with this unbelievable she-wolf. ‘I’m not a dog.’ I told her annoyingly. ‘Uupps, I’m sorry, my bad.’

The Alpha commanded everyone. Five minutes later, everyone, including Luna Lisa, had shifted. The Alpha took the lead, with his wife by his side. Off, the entire pack went running into the woods. Barely thirty minutes into their run, a loud howl filled the night. The entire pack stopped running and turned to the wolf who let out an agonized howl. It turned out to be Luna Lisa. Two female wolves went to her and she let them know the baby was coming. They communicated this to the entire pack using mind-link. At once, the Alpha shifted back to his human form.

"We don't want humans aware of our existence. I already told you nobody wants to kill you." She relaxed a little. "How do you do that with your voice?" "I am the Alpha, leader of the pack, your new leader," he said. "There is a hierarchy around here." "So I have to listen to whatever you say?" "You still have free will if that's what you're asking. But wolves automatically respect their Alpha. It's natural to follow a leader." "Do we change into wolves on the full moon? Will silver bullets kill us?"

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.

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.