Harry Potter Is A Alpha Werewolf Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She smelled like sweet raspberry juice, fresh rain, and a delicate hint of vanilla that belonged only to her. A fragile scent. It was a smell that made his dominant Alpha instincts want to wrap her up, lock her away in the deepest part of his castle, and never let another living soul look at her again. Yesterday, when he had walked out onto that library and caught his own brother, Kaiden, brushing a strand of Hazel's hair away from her face, his mind had gone completely blank with a murderous rage. To a werewolf Alpha, a fated mate was not just a partner. She was the other half of his soul. . If someone killed a mate, the Alpha died too, or became a mindless, bloodthirsty monster.

You know, that was how to trump any argument. I’d nodded, glancing around at the snarling Alphas. “He can have his whole life, if I’m gobbled up by the big bad wolves. I was meant to be solving a murder and stopping a war but…” Jeremy snorted. “Look you, was I Claimed by a sorceres or a Muggle?” I’d raised my eyebrow. “What, even with a wolve, I can’t escape the Harry Potter jokes?” Jeremy slunk to his feet. “That depends if you want to see my wand?”

The Alpha clawed at his chest in fear as his knees lost all power and he dropped to the floor. His wolf! His wolf was gone. He was the Alpha of his pack and his wolf was gone! “I’m sorry, I just wanted you to fall in love with me. All I wanted was for you to want to marry me. I’m so so sorry,” The woman continued to sob hysterically. But the Alpha could barely focus on her. His senses began to dull as his powers leaked from him. What had she done? The woman had taken away his wolf! The Alpha’s eyes reddened and the pain grew crippling. He could barely hear her hysterical cries over the loud roaring in his head.

I looked into his eyes, and they were just as inviting. "What are you, and what does that make me?" He seemed to relax when I looked calmer and asked questions. He didn't move from his spot, only talked. "I am what you call a werewolf and to top it off, I am an Alpha wolf. An alpha is sort of like a king or lord over his people. He keeps them safe and protected. His people and the community they're in are called a pack. Right now, you are currently in my pack." My eyes widened when I heard him speak. He already had a deep voice, but now it's even deeper and more gravelly.

My wolf stirred uneasily. “You planning to stand there all night?” he said. I moved quickly to the mattress. I didn’t want to push him. I didn’t want to see the other side of him. His hand came up, cupping my face. Heat rushed through me instantly. Something about this Alpha wasn’t right. Not just his aura—his scent. It made me dizzy, hazy. I’d never felt like this with Lucian. Not even once. “Uh… Your Grace,” I whispered, trying to distract him.

We had done it a number of times for people who were mated to rogues, and were exposed to danger. My father hissed. "Not with Larkxe. Doing that, would either strip him of his power, or worse, kill him." his voice was low and cold as he spoke, and together with his words, they gave me chills. "But why?" I asked, frowning. My mother sat on one of the chairs opposite from me, and sighed. "Because, Larkxe, is not just any wolf. He is going to be Alpha soon. You don't do those kind of spells on am Alpha." was her answer, which confused me the more.

She merely smiled at me in reply as she placed her empty plate in the sink. "But I really want to know if my baby girl is happy," she said as she started washing the dishes. I sighed heavily and rubbed my temples before telling her what happened with the stranger. I told her about his scent, his eyes, his smile. About how I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I was even about to tell her how he had disappeared this morning when I heard a loud howl. My wolf jumped at the sound. It was the howl of our Alpha, Lucien Malfoy. The evil brute that pretended to be a saint. Lucien was actually the previous Alpha's beta but he challenged his Alpha's authority for the pack in a conclave to the death and

I had tried to ignore it, to deny it, but with every passing hour, it became more impossible to escape the truth. I’d seen the way he fought, the way he ripped a man’s heart out with his bare hands, the way his eyes glowed like embers in the dark. He was a werewolf. Not just any werewolf, but an Alpha—the leader of the Bloodhound pack. A pack so dangerous that even the most hardened criminals feared its name. And I, of all people, was his mate.

Anna had no time to sort out what was happening. Meanwhile, the remaining Sandjinn pounced and attacked Anna, she rolled out into the ground as the Sandjinn about to pounce her back, suddenly Harry's massive wolf runs and leaped towards it and used his claw as spears, poking out its eyes and slice its throat. He stole a glance at Anna, then she spins and slices more into its throat furiously than he had ever been. He wasn't tiring and getting wasn't sloppy. The adrenaline course through his veins.

Black fur and smoke surrounded him, his bones forming a wolf shape that is not physical; its form now resembles a Wraith Apex. A spectral wolf with streaks of Lunar silver that burns through its shadow. His paws did not even fully touch the ground, just like gravity; his moves became optional. Every instinct in me was screaming, “SUBMIT TO HIM OR DIE”. But I am a Luna-blooded. I am also, and Alpha and Alphas don’t bow. I won’t bow, not even for my mate. Even if he carries gods, he is still my Sebastian, my second-chance mate. He stares at the moon goddess as if she were prey to him.