Claimed By The Shadow Alpha Novels & Stories

I am not even thinking straight anymore. “I won't repeat what I said before, tell us what your next move is and who you are working for. Oh, you said it's Drona, who is this Drona?” One of the shadows asked me. For them to ask me who Drona is, it means they are not related to hunters then who are they? And does Alvina know that they are here? Or did she send them to trap me? No wonder she was being bold a while ago. These shadows were her trump card all along.

“Who is ‘he’?” “A powerful and dangerous man called the Shadow,” I answered. “He has been using people inside both packs to push his idea of war forward, and I suspect that Drago must have been a part of his allies.” At the mention of the late Drago, Halvar erupted in another fit of rage. “This is treachery! Alpha, she…” “Shut up,” Cael snapped at him, pointing aggressively at him as if to warn him of another punch being available. Thankfully for us however, our father seemed very willing to listen, and he soon gave me an encouraging nod. “Tell me everything you know, my child.”

I let my power recede into me slowly, freeing them from its forceful hold. “Yes, Alpha,” they replied in unison, their head still bowed. “Who?” I asked, turning to my Gamma. A growl escaped Nikolai’s lips. I already knew who the person was. “Declan Hale.” There it is. That fucking name. The Creed Pack called him The Shadow. He was a ghost. An assassin for hire. People whispered his name in secret like he was some god. But to me, he was just a feral mutt that needed to be exterminated.

“Ancient Alpha?” Kaid’s expression was unreadable. “Go on.” Taren’s eyes flickered with something—fear or awe, Kaid couldn’t tell. “They call him the Shadow Alpha. The one who was betrayed and buried. The one who’s come back to take what’s his.”

they are unbiased towards clans and lone wolves. The House of Tenebris. They are said to also believe in the god of darkness. they are power hungry wolves and cruel as their god. No wolf has ever left with his life after crossing them. House of Zora. The most peaceful house in the shifter community. like the Morcarin house, they don't fight for power, but they should not be underestimated. House of Malvore, my mates house. Rumored to be a ruthless clan and the largest of them all. Said to be protective of their own and very cruel in their vengeance. From the way I was taken, the rumors turns out to be true.

Others called it a magnetic pull far beyond the natural dominance of wolves. My hands shook as I scrolled further, reading reports of the fallen empire. Lucas’s crimes were laid bare for all to see. And in his ruin, the Shadow Pack stepped in—not just to take over, but to enforce something greater. Justice. The Night Alpha was no mere rival alpha—he carried with him a force that could bend even the strongest wolves to his will. There were whispers of his presence as if he were a shadow moving between worlds, untouchable but ever-present. I shivered as the words blurred together, the reality settling heavily in my chest.

His lips moved, but only one word came out clear. “Shadow…” Lucian bent close. “What did you see?” The scout’s eyes rolled, his voice a rasp. “The Shadow Alpha… he… has risen.” The room froze. I had heard the name whispered once or twice in the council, always quickly, like speaking it might invite something dark to listen. But now it had weight. It was real. Roderick swore under his breath. “Impossible. The Shadow Alpha was destroyed generations ago.” The scout coughed, blood staining his chin. “He… wears the scars still… black fire… his wolves…” He gasped once more, then went limp, eyes glazed.

"Things don't have to end this way. Let him go, and maybe—just maybe—I won't put a bullet between your eyes." Rowan's laughter cut through the howling wind like broken glass. "And why the hell would I do that?" His lips twisted into a predator's smile, canines gleaming in the moonlight. "I'm the rightful Alpha of this pack. You're nothing but a pretender playing with daddy's crown." "My father earned that title with blood and honor," Damon snarled, his finger hovering over the trigger. "You forfeited any claim when you abandoned your pack like a coward."

"The prophecy wasn't just about a healer. It was about a restoration. The First King’s blood has finally purified itself." She stood up, her gaze returning to me. "The Shadow Alpha isn't hunting you because of a grudge, Elena. He is hunting you because he is the splinter. Long ago, the First King had two sons. One was born of the Moon, the other of the Void. The Shadow Alpha is the descendant of the Void. He believes that by consuming the 'seed'—your children—he can rewrite the history of the world and plunge the moon into eternal darkness." "We saw his avatar," Killian said, stepping forward. "It turned Silas Woods to ash. It marked our nursery. How do we kill it?"

Rider POV The night was quiet as I walked along the edge of the forest. The air was cold, and the ground felt firm beneath my boots. I was supposed to be in my office finishing reports, but when rogues were detected near our borders, I came out to patrol. As Alpha, I always led the search myself. My Beta spoke through the pack link, saying the trail had gone cold. No tracks. No body. No clear signs. That bothered me. Rogues rarely moved without reason. Something about tonight felt wrong, and the feeling sat heavy in my chest like a warning.