Can A Female Wolf Be An Alpha Novels & Stories

Why was Malcom always one step ahead of her? With a snarl, she let her wolf come forward, a snowy creature, larger than most, showing off her alpha status. Her wolf was just as enraged. They were alpha, they were the leader. And the rest of the world should bow to them. There was no one more powerful than them: the first female alpha in nearly a hundred years. She made short work of the body before her, tearing and snapping, relishing the sound of bones breaking, the feel of still-warm blood pouring over her, staining her coat and marking her with the sign of her victory, even if it was over a silly peon who meant nothing.

"A disloyal mate will be a dishonorable leader." "Hold on, I'm not—" I began, but was cut off by the woman on the cat side. "She hasn't even given her mate the Alpha power he should hold, assuming she can lead properly as Alpha Male and Female until another wolf ascends to ruby status!" the woman yelled. "She wants the power for herself!" Another called out. "The grizzlies have been leading for hundreds of years without a problem, why should the wolves step in and take over with their selfishness and—"

“What about me?” “That is another story. Female Alphas were often murdered by their own kind for their ability to grow a dick as big as any other Alpha. The men they were mated to often were intimidated and refused to take their mate’s knot when she would go into rut. This caused them to sometimes die as a result, further narrowing the number of Female Alphas. Your wolf is special. When she awakens, so will your other abilities and you will understand how you can fix both wrongs,” the strange imp says.

There was no one else in the room… Which meant they were discussing her. “You don’t know that,” the male replied. “It’s not unknown for a transformed wolf to become an alpha. Rare, I admit, but not unknown.” The woman laughed, the sound high and derisive. “Really? Come on, George, you’ve seen her. Like the rest of the humans, pathetic and weak-willed. Good enough to fuck, but Xavier needs a stronger woman to mate. Besides, a transformed wolf hasn’t become an alpha for generations.” Okay, Annette had disliked her before, now she up rated the bitch to cow-bitch-from-hell.

"W-What?" "You aren't human, Indie." "No," Indianna shook her head. "No!" "Your father was an Alpha of a very powerful pack. You inherited the werewolf gene from him. Females rarely inherit the werewolf gene. For some reason, most females' bodies can't handle the pressure of shifting. It's rare when a female is a werewolf, but you're one of those rare females, sugar." "My dad?" she whispered. "What's an Alpha?" "Werewolves live in packs. They are werewolf communities, and there are hundreds of packs around the world. An Alpha is the leader of the pack, and the Luna is the Alpha's mate. Your mother was a Luna."

It reads less clinical. I had it half pulled back. I let it down. She was right and I wasn't going to waste energy arguing about it. In the car I went over what I knew about Dara Osei. Northern Cascade pack, seven hundred wolves, oldest female Alpha currently active in the western region. She had led for nineteen years and had outlasted three political cycles without formally aligning with any dominant faction, which meant she was either deeply principled or deeply strategic, and from everything Cael had said, she was both.

She isn’t very tall, but her alpha aura makes her feel like Godzilla when she starts to panic and worry. I had just turned eighteen a few weeks ago, and upon meeting my wolf, Zara, we also discovered that I was a natural born female alpha too, just like mom. Not only was it unsafe for us because of who we were, but we would never be safe because of WHAT we were. Female Alpha’s have been extremely rare and highly sought after mates for centuries! We could guarantee our mate the strongest, most powerful heir that none could rival. ALL the pups we produced would be alpha blooded - guaranteed - if our mate was also an alpha.

And she wasn’t alone. The barking started almost immediately. The Golden Retriever tugged on his leash, begging to be let go, his nose pointed right at Jack. So he wasn’t the only one around here with an exceptional sense of smell. It was good that the dog wanted to protect her, but no dog on earth could protect her from a giant wolf that stood seven feet off the ground at the shoulders. Jack was huge, one of the biggest wolves in the pack, thanks to his stature as being the next in line to be the Alpha. Even the smaller members of their pack, the pups, and the petite females, would come almost to Everly’s head they were so large. No, that little pup needed to calm down, or he was going to g

But, in this story, not all of the wolf rank will be mentioned. Alpha: Alphas are the leader of the pack. They usually have more superior abilities than the other wolves. They control the pack and they make rules for the pack members. One Alpha needs to know the other packs' Alpha to make several agreements with the other packs to avoid war or events that are not good for their pack. Their Mates are called the Female Alpha or the Luna. (modern stories of werewolves call the female alpha Luna)

No, i just couldn't. "She's our mate." Adair sing sang in my head. I was confused. With Aria on top of me after being spent from tumbles of passion, i couldn't really do much. "She has no wolf!" How can an alpha be mated to a wolfless female? It was unheard of, it has never been recorded in the history of wolves. An alpha could only meet his mate in strength, a luna. He couldn't be mated to any less. "She's our mate."