Free Alpha Wolf Stories Novels & Stories

I said to them. "But will the Alpha take it easy with her, you know that they Alpha do not really like all these types of stories, I am sure that he will surly kill her, I am certain of it" the warrior said back to the huge wolf. "So be it, I do not care if the Alpha likes it or not, we all are loyal to him and you are going to tell him that this is what we have found on our lands, it is not still going to make any difference if we do not deliver it to him. He is still going to be angry if we did not tell him what had occured here today," the huge wolf spat.

“Really? What's it about?” “It's a legend that follows an incredible she-wolf, with powers beyond anyone's imagination. The tale describes how she once found a he-wolf close to death in the Arctic. She was weirdly drawn by him, and it turned out he was her mate. He had gone rogue after being banished from his pack and exiled to the Arctic as an attempt to overthrow their Alpha. Sadly, being a normal wolf, he couldn't survive in the weather,” I realized Xavier really was very fond of this tale. His enthusiasm said it all.

"No, Blade. You're a wolf but not an ordinary one." "What do you mean?" She smiled. "Can you remember the Legend of The Cursed Alpha?" "Yeah!" I said. "There's no wolf who doesn't know that." "Yeah." She said, still smiling. "Remember Alpha Kopis, the powerful and relentless Alpha who turned rogue and decided to go against the moon goddess..." "... Why are you telling me this fable?" I asked impatiently. "Be patient." She said then resumed her story. "And then he fought against all the gods and..."

"My wolf took complete control over me and attacked my mother, ripping her heart out. Before the pack members could come to her aid, a disaster had already happened. I was told I was looked up for days because my wolf was going ballistic and attacking everyone, they said my eyes kept switching to different colours. I finally regained consciousness and was told, sincerely, I wished it never happened, I mourned her for months before I finally bounced back on my feet, it was hectic, everyone labelled me a murderer, my status as Alpha was threatened so many times but I never lost hope, I wanted to make my father proud in the land of werespirits and I don't regret it one bit. Ten years later, I a

I was already so close to losing myself, now I know the tales of feral wolves must be rooted in fact. “My wolf says he has never known of a human being mated to an Alpha. It is not uncommon for wolves of lower rank, but never in an Alpha bloodline. The only exception is one pack, in which an Alpha was mated to a witch, generations ago.” I can hear the disbelief in my voice as I repeat word for word what my wolf tells me. “Fuck off.” Ryder scoffs. “Witches, really? I think your wolf is pulling your leg.” Ranger agrees with his twin.

The Alpha has an audience as she gives birth to a baby that smiles instead of cry. Her green eyes shine bright, never burning red, like it should. Which means she has no wolf, unusual to their kind. "This is what happens when a female is Alpha. She bores a wofless child, who is of no use to us." Someone said, sparking murmurs all around the room. The news quickly spread throughout the pack, causing an uproar, with them asking for the Alpha's head.

Whenever the air was laced with Alpha pheromones, it would let out that programmed cry. So whenever Julian went into heat, all I could do was listen to the Plush Wolf Doll’s moans—more like a woman’s breathy gasps—until dawn. The third wheel between Alpha Julian and me was a giant Plush Wolf Doll. Anyone who heard it would think it was absurd. After countless arguments that went nowhere, I decided to bring it up at our son’s first birthday banquet. That day, the pack gathered at the Alpha’s castle—elders, allies, and trade representatives were all present.

"They're just legends..." "What?" I demanded, my frustration was already building. "What are you talking about?" Elena's hands trembled slightly as she turned the book toward me. The page showed an intricate drawing of a wolf, but not like any wolf I'd ever seen. Its fur seemed to glow with an inner light, and strange markings covered its body. "In the oldest pack histories," Elena said slowly, "there are stories of wolves more powerful than alphas. Wolves whose bite could heal instead of harm, whose presence could calm the most savage beast. They were called..."

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.”

My father paused before suddenly yelling at me really loudly, "What's with the crying?! An Alpha's daughter only bleeds but never cries! Tell me, did that rascal bully you?!" I wanted to say 'No' nonchalantly, but all reason fell apart when I heard the familiar yelling. "He never loved me, Dad…" I cried and grieved like a little child. Tears poured down my face like a waterfall. They refused to stop no matter how hard I tried. I used up a lifetime of tears in that call. My father was initially quiet, but he soon cried with me as well. "Oh, my poor Rhea. Come home. Heavenly Wolf Pack will always be your home."