Books About Alpha Wolves Novels & Stories

Maybe I would care about revenge once we leave this town. “Pathetic.” Gwen rolled her eyes. She gave her essay to Aki who looked so ecstatic that he’ll have her essay. Gwen glanced back at me and at the book that I was reading. “You’re reading about werewolves again? A whole nonfiction book about an alpha that was published only in this town? It was written a few years ago.” I didn’t mind her. I continued reading the paragraph that I left off. “The alpha is the strongest warrior and leader in a pack.” I closed the book, letting my finger mark where I left off. “What if a beta tries to betray the alpha?”

I saw wolves clashing and fighting in a vicious battle; blood filled most ppartsof the earth. I had seen Xavier and Alpha Baron in the fray, their skin was as red as crimson, their roars shaking the ground. And in the chaos, I had felt something pulling me, something familiar and terrifying at the same time. I needed answers. I reached for a thick-volume book; dust covered it like it hadn't been touched in a decade. It was on the top shelf, and the golden letters on it could hardly be seen. It read, **The History of the Lost Alphas**

The beautiful northern wolf that had fallen into the enemies den and forced to make stupid choice because I couldn’t satiate my lust. Lust. That sounds wrong. I wanted her body – yes – but, more than that I wanted her presence. Her distinct smile. Her sharp mouth. The warm gray of her eyes. Every part of her existence in my world just felt… right. Except, I didn’t know how to handle the feeling. I am the alpha – temporarily, not – I had no excuse. I had no reason to be with her in the first place. However, having her around has been the best thing I could have done for myself.

“Umm, no. No other wolves have specific names, so why does ours?” “Well, this is fascinating!”. Alpha Wayne chirped as he quickly got up from his seat, and walked over to a tall bookcase that was stacked with an array of books from top to bottom. “Here we are..”. He smiled as he picked one out from the shelves. “This will tell you everything about the precious breed of the night wolf”. He informed me as he held it out for me to take.

“Then why does everyone treat me like I am?” She didn’t have an answer. She just looked at me — sad, like I was already too far gone. I opened the book again, flipping to a page I’d already dog-eared. The title at the top read The Awakening of the She-Wolf. I ran my thumb over a paragraph and read it out loud, not for her, but for me. "The strongest wolves don’t roar the loudest. They’re the ones who can stand quietly and make even Alphas bow their heads."

We had done it a number of times for people who were mated to rogues, and were exposed to danger. My father hissed. "Not with Larkxe. Doing that, would either strip him of his power, or worse, kill him." his voice was low and cold as he spoke, and together with his words, they gave me chills. "But why?" I asked, frowning. My mother sat on one of the chairs opposite from me, and sighed. "Because, Larkxe, is not just any wolf. He is going to be Alpha soon. You don't do those kind of spells on am Alpha." was her answer, which confused me the more.

" Daisy motioned her to the book. Violet took the book from her and opened its thick wooden cover. She was surprised to discover wolves' paintings on the pages. "What is this?" Daisy slapped her own forehead and shook her head. "Sister-in-law, you are so busy with your work that you never take a look at it. This is an ancient book. A book of paintings featuring our family's Alphas. Whenever someone becomes head Alpha, the royal painter comes and pins a portrait of their wolf on this book." Violet's lips parted. "Really?" Daisy chuckled and nodded her head. "Yes, really. Are you excited to see everyone's wolf? Who are you most excited for? Brother Leo's wolf? Have you ever seen his wolf?"

“Dusk is here with a healer and an Alpha, yes? You can handle it. Any threat that enters this pack will regret it.” I blinked at the book in his hands. “Dad… what are you even reading?” He held up the cover. “A novel. ‘THE ALPHA’S REKINDLED BOND.’ Apparently, it’s about an Alpha who dumped his Omega mate, went crazy, and then magic brought her back as an Alpha who wants revenge. Idiot.” I stared at him. “Are you serious right now?” “Oh, yes. And guess what? Your mother forced me to read this nonsense. The author—some enchantress named Muleba Makukula, who writes about wolves and territories as if she knows anything. A bunch of she-wolves adore her stories. Absolute garbage.”

} she continued. I tried not to show any emotion on my face as I glanced at Sam and Jake. Luckily, they were still engrossed in their conversation. {What?} I demanded. {One book said that all multicolored wolves are, by nature, Alphas.} she said and I felt everything click into place. {Nox?} I called.

I press, not understanding. “You can think about it like a class system, though it’s more complicated than that. Every wolf is born into their role, and there isn’t any way of changing it. Alphas are the strongest both physically and in personality. That’s why they lead our packs, they are the only ones dominant enough to rule a lot of very powerful beings.” Kyle shares as he continued to work on his phone. “But not all Alpha’s rule, do they?” I wonder aloud since Damian always talks about one alpha that's touched by gods.