Black Alpha Wolf Mga Nobela at Kwento

But who is this huge and handsome black wolf who kept tailing me? ----------------- Lucian's POV: I tried to calm down as I forced myself to contain my rage. My wolf is going berserk and has long been wanting to rip in shreds the werewolves coveting our mate. He marked with fury which arms those bastards used to touch our mate's shoulder and I imagine those bulging biceps turning into a bloody pulp once I'm done.

I heard the voice again. “Who the hell are you and what have you done to me?” “Relax, Rosa. I'm your wolf, and you just went through your first stage of shifting.” “Have you lost your damn mind? I'm a human!” “That's what your parents wanted you to believe, the bracket you lost three months ago while fighting with Thanos was the reason I was sealed, your parents wanted you to believe you're a human that's why I was sealed.” “That doesn't make any sense, why would they seal me away from who I am?”

"So we are supposed to accept it? Accept that the girl we all blamed for her parents death is suddenly the White Wolf, the one the legends say could save us or destroy us?" The room fell silent again. I felt every eye on me. My heart was pounding hard that I thought it would crack a rib.. My wolf did not flinch. I stepped forward past Damon into the space between the tables. I looked at Marcus at the elders and then at the whole pack. I said, "I never asked for this. I never asked for the bond. To be the Alphas mate or to be the White Wolf.. I am and I am done hiding it."

According to Stacy, the mother was human, and Cassandra hadn’t shifted yet, so they would be no problem for my two boys. Connor Wolf should be a wreck about now being away from his pack and his mate. The thought of the pain he had to experience filled me with immense satisfaction. Until I realized something. Rossi had paid me well for the alpha wolf, but he said nothing about the beta. I had to find out, and soon. Failure to capture the beta could prove disastrous.

Aleister POV As if I was floating, I watched the coolest looking black wolf running. Every time the light caught it, grey and silver shinned brightly. He’s the fastest wolf I’ve ever seen. Graceful, poised, everything a wolf would want to be. That’s me. I am that magnificent wolf. But who is that up ahead? The most beautiful golden wolf. Quickly big wolf, catch her. I was awoken from my delightful dream by the cold and wet feeling of water. Shooting up I growled and looked around until I was met with the laughing faces of Liam and Leon.

Harry remained silent, completely shocked by the announcement Wayne had just made. How could this be? He was the descendant of a long line of Alphas. And yet, he couldn't deny it. His wolf was submitting to and recognizing the authority of the Mad One. "Out," Alpha Black merely articulated with a deep sigh. He got up from his chair and walked out unceremoniously, keeping his hands in his pants pockets. Harry and Wayne stood up and followed him. "Go to the back. You know where to go, Alpha Black. No trouble at the front of the Crossroad Café," Old Al announced calmly. The Wind Tribe leader had not moved and continued to smoke quietly as he leaned back in his chair.

Peter's is a light redish brown with a black strip up his snout and a few black spots on his back. My wolf is jet black with pure white paws. Ansel's is the exact reverse of Mal. His wolf is pure white, but the tip of his tail and his ears are jet black. Every Alpha I know has a black wolf, and every Luna I know has a white wolf, this doesn't make a lot of sense to me, but I do not have time to think about this right now. Ansel joins us and takes the lead. As a future alpha we expect that he will be the fastest, but I keep up with him easily, making me wonder if he is running his fastest.

The bright light shining from the extravagant chandelier that hung overhead hurt my eyes. "You're awake." An unfamiliar but handsome wolf was sitting by my bedside, fiddling with the Moonstone that had broken into two halves. "Where is this place?" I wanted to sit up, but my body felt as if it was being weighed down by lead. "The Blackshadow pack," the wolf answered simply. I stared at his face, suddenly feeling as if I had seen him somewhere before. The wolf was the Alpha of the Blackshadow pack, someone who was feared by everyone in the south. He was also the strongest Alpha in the world. His name was Ryan Wolfe.

"The Alpha. How noble. How predictable. Come then, little wolf. Show me your famous Blackthorne fury." I shifted mid-charge, my bones cracking and reforming with practiced ease. My alpha wolf form was massive, black as midnight, built from decades of training and battle. I'd killed rogues, defeated rival Alphas, survived challenges that would have broken lesser wolves. None of it prepared me for this.

However, his progress was halted when a massive wolf leapt in front of him, its jaws gaping and its eyes flashing with deadly intent. Alister's mind raced as he assessed the situation. The wolf was clearly a beta, but that didn't mean it wasn't a formidable opponent. Its black coat was mottled with patches of fiery red fur, which seemed to glow in the light of the moon. Alister could sense the raw power emanating from the creature, and he knew he would have to be quick and decisive if he wanted to take it down.