Gamma 2 Fanart Novels & Stories

— T*****d t*****d Tap read Tap Read T*****D T*****d A****n A****n kindle Although werewolves are still unknown in modern society, we are one of the most powerful species, we rarely get sick, and excellent resilience makes our physical stronger. Once the wolf in our hearts awakened, we can transform into giant wolves that can easily tear apart any human being. Not to mention the Alphas in the wolf pack, they are even stronger than all wolves. As the leader, Alpha will never leave the pack easily unless they died. I swear that no matter what happens, my father will protect the pack until the last moment.

With only two of us remaining, the plan shall be… "You crab him," Connor confidently smiles, "I will slice the fucker up." "I believe the fucker is called a Rugaru, and I hope that after tonight that I never have to see another one again." All that comes from Connor is a rather annoying smirk; I do recall that there is another problem waiting for us at home. And as this very thought grips that my beloved is in danger, I expose every each elegant finger with razor-sharp nails; in less than a wink, I rise from where I find myself standing through the air at a speed faster than one single breath.

Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face. He’s dressed in all black like me, with blackout tattoos covering his neck and arms. Short cropped blonde hair, grey eyes, tall but muscular; I’ve heard tales about this Gamma that rival my own. He has a penchant for killing humans in the most gruesome ways, and his favorite weapon is a JagdKommando knife; the deadliest of blades as it has three edges that spiral together like a corkscrew into a sharp tip. No doctor can sew up a wound left by this knife.

But in his feelings, Gamma must not know that Alex is very afraid of being hated by Athena. Gamma sighed, then leaned back against the sofa. "Well, I can't deny, your story is very shocking." He wore hi usual blank expression. “Don't worry, my friend, your story is sure to make me discouraged from seducing Athena. You don't have to worry.” ××÷××

Being with this Alpha must be ten times better than being stuck with Gamma Price. I have to make this work. No matter what.

’ I knew he was right, but how could I ditch my plans now? ‘We can’t, Freyr. So stop already!’ He kept quiet, but the constant hum of dissatisfaction kept on echoing inside me. I stood at my window, watching the streets outside. Everything happening outside caught my eye. It was the same scene as always. I knew Zephyrus hadn’t arrived to disrupt my peace of mind. I wasn’t complaining since I had invited him here. However, a movement in front of the Hungry Wolf Café caught my attention. Was that Leandros Vasiliou, the Gamma of the Luceres Pack? I blinked and refocused on Zephyrus’s Gamma. Yes, it was him.

" So that means we're alone?" " Yeah, and Mira's my babysitter." " Wow, even more interesting...." Darren muttered. I arched my brows at him. " So what are we doing first?" He asked. " We are watching my favorite cartoon. Frozen 2!" Tina exclaimed. I giggled and turned to Darren. " Hey, let me have your phone. I need to tell my parents I won't be coming home early today." " What about yours?" He asked, stretching it towards me.

Not without his mate. Her scent still lingered in the room. It wasn’t just the remnants of her presence. No—this scent was stronger. Almost territorial. As if her very soul had claimed this space. It was warm. Calming. Like sunlight filtering through the curtains on a quiet morning. I closed my eyes, trying to hold on to whatever she left behind. “Hades!” My eyes snapped open, shifting toward the door. Gamma Celeriac stepped in, knocking once before entering. He carried two cups of coffee and a plate of cookies. His face looked as weary as mine—troubled, restless.

Of course, many packs don't. It's not uncommon for alphas to intentionally make themselves and their warriors sound a bit more ruthless and bloodthirsty than they actually are. A little fear helps set healthy boundaries and can make your enemies think twice, but I'm not so sure that's the case here. They have a roughness about them, a darkness. "Mam," the gamma tips his chin at me and makes a weird motion with his hand, like a cowboy with an invisible hat, "Bradley Walters, Blood Moon gamma. Where can we set up camp?"

His mate was laid down beside him and he looked at her leg worriedly. Glancing around again he noticed the gamma female from SilverFang looking at them worriedly. “Can you run?” His mate shook her head no and he did the same, he would not leave her or his pack! The gamma nodded before she went into another bag and pulled out some shorts and two long dresses. “Here put these on and shift back so we can communicate better.” She whispered before her bag chirped. “Big Papa to Hot Mama, come in Hot Mama.” The gamma grabbed the radio and answered. “This is Hot Mama, go ahead Big Papa.”