Darkest Beta Squad Novels & Stories

“His name was Galden.” “Yes! That was it! He was an easy kill, such a weak warrior, like most of those at that weak pack.” Pulling his hands from the bars I almost hissed when I saw the imprint of his skin burned to the silver bars, not that you could tell from how he was reacting that he’d been hurt at all. “I could have taken that pack easily, if not for you.” “I can’t get in contact with the squad, Alpha, I think they cut mind link except for their group so as not to be distracted.” My Beta entered my mind again, worry now lacing his words.

Lina sighed in defeat, though she couldn't hide the smile on lips. A low scoff had my eyes pulled towards the owner. The brunette met my eyes while raising his brow on me. It was the first time I really took in his features, I wonder what his name is. I always saw them collectively together which I assume they must have been really close with each other. I squinted my eyes towards him, assessing him before my eyes bulged. He's a Beta. But how can he produce that much aura which could go in par with an Alpha?

With the most innocent face and the most dangerous mind. Damon, Kael, Lyra, Draven, Seris—my best friends, my packmates, my chaos conspirators. Damon and Lyra were twins, children of my dad’s Beta, while Kael and Draven were the sons of the third and fourth in command. Seris, the Beta’s adopted daughter, had a brain sharper than any blade. Together, we were the Shadow Gang—trained from the age of four to be warriors of the unseen, bound by rules to protect innocents… but that didn’t mean we couldn’t prank the living hell out of our school.

His waist was full of guns and ammunition and his beefy muscles strained in his own shirt. Veronica had brought a bunch of human armies into the mansion in replace of the Delta Warriors. She had Liam’s permission, so no one dared to question her motives. Aron offered a friendly nod to the human. “Yes, I am. Aron Smithe, the Beta of the Darkmoon Guardians Pack in this district.” Aron offered his hand for a shake. The human hesitated for a moment, but he took it. “Roger Ross, I’m the commander of this squad. The mistress personally hired me as an additional security here in Bresmont. I am glad to work with you.” They shook hands.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that. What exactly are you? A beta assistant for Beta Ian?" He raised a brow, then took a step forward. "I said, walk. You are delaying everyone out there. Walk, or I will be forced to drag you. And for your information, I am the Beta. Beta Sean. The only beta of Blackmoon. Beta Ian or whoever you knew is old news. Now walk." My eyes widened as the soldier gave me a nudge. I started to walk forward, the chains brushing each other. Beta Ian was old news? How? He was Alpha Cole's childhood best friend. They were peas in a pod. They had the sort of friendship that made romance pale in comparison.

a weak, mocking voice croaked from the dais. Sharon Bloodclaw was trying to crawl toward his dropped battleaxe, his single remaining eye fixed on me with a mixture of pure malice and desperation. "The Beta is dead. Your Alpha is busy with the rogues. And you... You are nothing but an omega with a shiny collar."

“I had another memory. A nightmare, to be more precise. I’m not sure anymore where the line is between remembering and dreaming.” I sat down beside him, close enough that our shoulders touched. “Tell me.” He took a shaky breath. “There was a man. I’ve been seeing flashes of him for days, but tonight it was clear. His name is Kieran. Dark hair, amber eyes, this playful smile that made everything feel less serious.” His voice softened with affection. “He was my beta. My best friend. My brother in every way that mattered.” “Your beta?” “It’s a pack thing. A beta is the alpha’s second, their right hand. The person who stands beside you when everyone else stands behind you.” Frost’s hands unclenc

Max leaves his gamma and beta to do the job, he left the pack prison to his warrior building. The building was a safe place as if it was the FBI, they were warriors, each of them are doing their job (spy, hackers, assassins, protectors). It's how the Dark Knights are known to have their best warriors while the Blood Stone Pack are known to have the most organized pack and their schemes are always successful. "Alpha Max." The head warrior, Zerxes saluted him. "Zerxes, any clues?" Max asked him. "We have some good news, one of our spies went to the rogues territory, he saved a conversation between the man who is supposed to be their leader and their beta." He said, playing the video on the lar

Underground safezone, Beta Beta leaned over a man strapped to a chair. A former Vairo syndicate coder. He trembled, sweat dripping from his temples. “You… you’re not her. But you look like her.” Beta smiled sweetly. “I know.” She crouched, cupped his face. “And soon, no one will remember she ever existed. Only me.” She lifted a pistol. His mouth opened to beg Bang. Blood sprayed the walls. She stood, wiped her face clean. Then she walked to the screen. Typed into the system console:

"With respect, future Alpha, you have two warriors. We have intel that a rogue pack of six was hired yesterday. After the Summit." Hired? By who? James and Jace exchange a look. I step forward before they can argue. "What's your name?" The Beta seems surprised I asked. "Marcus. Beta Marcus of Dark Moon, Luna." "Marcus, I'm Kira. Not Luna. But... thank you. For coming." Marcus bows his head. Actually bows. A Beta of the strongest pack bowing to a 19-year-old human girl on the side of a snowy road. "We will be shadows, Lu- Kira."