Cool Alpha Wolf Novels & Stories

Alpha Carlos says coldly. “And what about the girl and the wolf?” The wolf asks. “Leave them be, I can not afford a war with the king from America, the other Alphas would join.” Alpha Carlos says. “Yes, Alpha.” The wolf says sounding disappointed. “And let other idiots know that if they begin to search for them, they will be punished,” Alpha Carlos says. “Yes, Alpha.” “And do not call me again because of someone’s stupidity.” Alpha Carlos sneers and they go silent.

It rolls through the hall like thunder, cold and commanding. “Is he here yet?” Garrick demands. “Soon, Alpha,” a beta replies. “Scouts say Kael’s party crossed the river at dawn.” Kael. The name sends a ripple of unease through the room. Even the other omegas still for a heartbeat. I’ve only ever heard rumors of the Ironhide Pack’s Alpha—a ruthless warlord known for crushing rival packs beneath his heel. They say he’s as merciless as he is powerful. That he leaves no survivors. That his wolf is black as midnight, his temper worse.

Men screamed as their heated suits broke down and their lungs filled with frost. The drones above started falling like shooting stars. The Shadow Wolf swiped a paw of oily smoke through the air, and the electronic signals instantly disappeared. Volkov's fancy science was being taken apart by a nightmare that shouldn't exist. Kael, in his huge gray-and-black wolf form, patrolled the courtyard's edge. He was the cleaner. Any mercenary who somehow got past the Tulpa found themselves face-to-face with an Alpha who had five years of bottled-up anger to unleash. He was a blur of teeth and silver-scarred power, moving with a deadly grace that ignored the chaotic magic above.

The bond snapped tight between them, undeniable and raw. No. This isn’t right. His wolf, Rand, howled in warning. It’s her. “She’s wolfless,” Raymond thought, jaw tightening. She is our mate, Rand insisted, don’t you feel it? He did feel it and that terrified him. Wolfless meant weak. It means useless . It meant a mate who couldn’t run with him, couldn’t fight with him, couldn’t lead beside him. An Alpha with a wolfless mate would be questioned, mocked, challenged.

Not a single she-wolf in the pack had managed to stir my wolf enough to matter, let alone provoke a mating bond. Not that I would have gone ahead with the mating regardless. “Still,” one elder persists after a short pause. “A proper Alpha needs a mate to control their aggression. Even if you think you’re fine now, as more time passes, you’ll find your emotions becoming more and more unstable!” I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself and roll my eyes. “You make it sound like I’ll, out of nowhere, jump and attack members of the pack.” “It’s not entirely unreasonable,” another elder intones.

"I was Wolfless once too. Until I was twenty-three years old, I couldn't shift. Couldn't feel my wolf. Couldn't connect to the part of me that was supposed to make me whole." My breath caught. "But you're an Alpha now. The only female Alpha in existence." "Exactly." Her smile was fierce. "Because being Wolfless isn't a curse or a defect. It's a dormant state. Your wolf is there, I can sense her. She's just locked away, waiting." "Waiting for what?"

He turns around and looks at me. “What did you do today?” He asks. “Nothing,” I reply and he gives a half smile that does not touch his tired eyes. “So your name’s Derek?” I ask out of the blues and the way his eyes widen in astonishment tells me I caught him off guard. “Yes,” he says, quickly picking himself up from the shock. “How did you know that?” He asks softly. “The scary wolf with black eyes called you Derek. Is he the Alpha?” “Right, Nate. Uh, he’s not the Alpha. He’s my best friend. One of the strongest werewolves in the territory.”

Then, from somewhere in the forest, a howl split the air. It wasn't the mad howling of rogues. This was different—powerful, commanding, filled with unmistakable authority. An Alpha's call. The rogues froze, their heads swiveling toward the sound. Aria's heart leaped with desperate hope. Someone was coming. But was it friend or foe? A huge wolf exploded from the tree line—larger than any of the rogues, his coat a deep chocolate brown with auburn highlights. His eyes glowed green with Alpha power. He hit the lead rogue like a freight train, his jaws closing around the other wolf's throat.

the head doctor asked frighteningly. “YES AND I WILL OPERATE ON HER MYSELF,” the Alpha wolf thundered as his eyes turned a glowing shade of blue. Benefits of being a geeky wolf. “Yes Alpha !” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

There is no fear on her face. "Girl, you don't know anything about me, I told you, I have the power of more than fifty packs of rogues under me. Did you hear me?” Wolf Alpha laughed. “I heard you, I know everything about your fifty rogues pack. But as I said, you don’t know Crysler Dark. He already has defeated all of them, and he is now the Alpha of all of those packs with not rogue wolves, but his warriors. An army of his wolves." Lucy said. A peaceful smile came upon her face. AND all the blood drained from Wolf Alpha’s face. It seemed as if Lucy dropped a bomb over his head.