Friendship Titles Novels & Stories

Score! “Elle, Kade, Dante, Ziyah, Jackson, Imeela. We’ve known each other long enough that you’ve earned the dropping our titles bit. You’re an Alpha, Aldan, and an honorable one at that. So, please, for the love of everything on this planet, use our fucking names.” Aldan cracked his neck to relieve the tension there. He nodded slowly. I got it and understood it. He was a pup when he met Elle and Kade, so the titles were ingrained within him. However, he was certainly close to us all and should feel free to drop the formalities.

How about ‘the only’ girlfriend he has ever had? “And I know I’m going to get the best bestfriend I’ll ever had later but please remember that you have all the power in the world to change your title in my life. Girlfriend, bestfriend, I’ll take it. As long as we’re together.” I nod while wiping the tears that escaped my eye socket. “You’re the only woman who gives me the wifey and bestfriend vibe, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to replace you with anyone. You’re a rare, Sophie Summers.”

She dropped the plates in the basin and I got down from the cabinet and began to wash the plates until Beta Gabriel joined. " You know you can't do this? " I asked, but he only gave me a shrug, rinsing the plates that I had washed. " Beta Gabriel! " I called out, holding his hands, getting him to face me. " Gabriel. Call me Gabriel. Beta Gabriel is too formal for two people who are trying to become friends, " he said, but I shook my head negatively. " I can't do that. You're the Beta of this Pack, it is only necessary for me to call you by your title, " I argued.

“I don’t know your name, mister. “ “Mind telling me?” He stopped, turned and came face with her smiley pretty face. After staring at her for a while, he answered with his eyes narrowed slightly, “sure. My name is Richard miss.” Cindy smiled and stretched her hand for a handshake. “I’m Cindy. Call me Cindy and not miss.” Richard chuckled slightly and took her hand, “alright. You have a sweet name, Cindy.” To which Cindy smiled sweetly.

It didn’t matter if we came here under the pretense of being someone we weren’t, even the made-up titles were higher than those of the pack members. But even the titles aside, Titus was my best friend, my second in command, my family. And Goddess have fucking mercy on anyone who dared to mess with my family. “He stole the salt shaker!” The girl shrieked as she attempted to break out of my grip. A low chuckle left me as I lowered myself to stand face to face with her and whispered, “a salt shaker, huh? Is it so special to pay the price of your life? I wonder who told you it was acceptable to attack the King’s Beta over something so trivial.” Slowly, I moved my face to the side of hers to whis

I asked quietly. “That is because before he is a Beta, he is my friend. The same goes for Joe, and Pete. Titles, and shows of respect like that only come into play during pack business. I respect them as my Alpha, Beta, and Gamma, but I care for them as my friends. Relationship before rank. Just like with you. Dimitri is your father, the relationship between you two should come before that of Beta and an Omega. Same with Joe, as he is your father in law, and Pete is your uncle in law.”

I brought a hand to my stomach and sighed, "what title does Quade hold? I mean, have you seen his mark?" My father nodded curtly, shifting his attention to Quade, "A King title is higher than a Queen's. It's only the natural order of things. As a she-wolf, you already hold the Luna of Luna's title and because of your wolf, you hold the Alpha of Alpha's title as well. With you holding both titles, Quade has none. Hence his mark. However, as your mate, he can attend meetings. We cannot call him a King, not when in actuality you have a higher ranking than him."

“Close.” “How close?” I asked. Celeste gave me an irritated glance. “You can’t measure friendship like market volatility.” “You can approximate access.” “Fine. Real friends, the useful kind. Which means the husbands have a channel to each other that never touches a single document you could subpoena. A wife mentions a name over lunch. A dinner gets arranged. Nothing’s ever written down, because nothing needs to be. That’s how access moves at this level. Through the people you decided didn’t count.”

“It’s gonna be okay. Fuck the princess title. You’re a good person. Be our American princess instead, and we will treasure you.” I hugged her back as tears streamed down my face. “Thank you for not judging me.” As we pulled apart, she wiped the tears on my face. “Our friendship and love aren’t measured by our status, your blood, and freaking titles. And yes, Mad is trending again. I was so worried about you. I thought, shit, she must be freaking out right now. How did it come out?” “I have no clue.” I shrugged. We found ourselves sitting on the bed, savoring the peacefulness.

She hadn’t looked at Alex once since he walked through the door with Emily. “To my best friend and business partner,” Robert said, his voice warm and full of pride. “Alex, you’ve been with me since college. Through every late night, every risky deal, every win and every setback. The Thompson project is shaping up to be our biggest success yet, and I couldn’t have done it without you. To partnership, loyalty, and the family we’ve built together.” Glasses clinked around the table. “To Alex!” Mom cheered, smiling broadly. Ethan raised his glass with a grin. Emily beamed up at her father, clearly proud.