Human Alpha Novels & Stories

I‍ gra⁠‍bbed h‌is broad shoulders,‌ shaking him with every oun‍ce of strength I had left, but his mas‍sive fr⁠ame remained l‌imp, heavy‍‍, and freezing cold. ‍‘“‍An Alpha Core⁠ c⁠an⁠n‍‌ot be h‌ea‍le⁠d by ordi‍nary medi‌cine o‌nc‌e‌‌ th‍e bond snaps,”’ Kaelen’s p⁠ast lect‍u⁠re⁠s on wolf physiology flashed throug⁠h⁠ my mind l⁠i‍ke‌ a burning flare in‌‍ the dark. ‘⁠“A royal A‍lpha’‌s‌ heart is p‍owere‌d by the soul-tet‌her‌⁠. If th⁠e‌ venom dest⁠roys his‍‍‍ co‌re, on‌ly‌ one f‌orce on earth ca⁠n jum‍ps⁠t‍ar‌t ⁠ the h‌ear⁠t o‌f a dy⁠ing k⁠i⁠ng:‌ the pur‌e, unfiltered, unrese‌rv‍ed sub⁠m‌ission of his Fa‍ted Ma⁠te’‍s essence.”‍’⁠

Over the past week, while studying the books from Ida’s library, I came across a mixture, Hati Hati, on the fourth page of the second section. In a small dose, it drags the body into such a deep sleep that the heartbeat slows, breathing becomes so shallow you can barely see it, and the skin grows cold while every muscle goes completely slack. For ten or fifteen minutes, the person can look frighteningly close to dead, but the effect wears off on its own without leaving any damage behind. According to Ida’s notes, Alphas had used it for centuries after wars, during periods of severe nightmares, or whenever their wolves became too restless to sleep and refused to let their bodies rest.

Dylan’s jaw tightens subtly. “Hailey,” he says, voice controlled. “You are escalating destabilization.” The words feel like they are coming from him. But they are not his. They are filtered. I lean closer, my mouth inches from his. “Do you remember what it felt like,” I whisper, “when you thought I was gone?” His pupils shift. Micro dilation. Alpha’s presence sharpens. “I am adjusting emotional recall access,” Alpha says calmly. The suppression layer thickens. I feel it.

At the restaurant alpha made his way to the bar, as a werewolf he could probably be able to drink the bar dry and still seem sober. From what mum told me is once you get your wolf, your body changes alcohol has near to no effect on you pretty much the same as drugs, you feel a little warm but that's it. Mum said alcohol and drugs only settle the nerves and keeps you calm. But other than that nothing, in my opinion if I ever wanted to actually experience alcohol i had to have some before my 18th birthday. And as if to read my mind Sophie ask alpha 'can Vee and I have something to drink too?' Ehile walking over to him.

I tried to reason. “Elijah Blackthorn is an arrogant man,” he shrugged. “And delusional, based on what you have told me,” Alpha Jonah cut in. “When an Alpha, powerful as he might have been, turns rogue, it is said he loses his soul. But in reality, it is their mind that breaks,” he explained to me calmly. “They lose their sanity, and their wolf takes over. They lose the ability to measure things properly and make responsible decisions.”

One good thing was that he was the size of an average Alpha, which is 3 times larger than the normal canis lupus, huge compared to a non-Alpha Werewolf. "We fricca alive wið wægn môna. We wagian geond ðurhscînendlic hwæðere r¯æsan swilce man. Sigehrêðig w¯æren dôð heofoncandel gyden, ûser wuldorlic ansund nergend." The Alpha spoke through the mental mind-link. The whole pack repeated the phrase until it became a chant, the whole pack link loaded with pure energy. Then they ran.

He was sending message to his only friend, Adom. The most delectable, earth-shattering scent worked its way through Ash foggy brain as she took deep breaths. The scent of apples and jasmine and a beautiful base note of roses all accented by the most perfect scent of Alpha he had ever had the pleasure of smelling invaded hid lungs. Alpha, the scent of Alpha. His Alpha! "MY ALPHA" she barked out as the realisation hit him like one of those new steam trains. She sat bolt upright as his eyes sprang open, which was a mistake, not the biggest one he had made today, admittedly, but bad enough. He slumped back onto the sofa as a wave of dizziness overtook him.

He silently prayed that none of these myths would distract Dom from his newfound responsibilities. "Have you ever heard of this, Alpha?" Dom asked moments later, getting Oscar's attention in the right way. "The myth of an Alpha born under the Golden Moon." Oscar was taken aback. This time his forehead wrinkled slightly, showing his uncertainty. "According to the stories I've heard, an Alpha born under the Golden Moon has a special gift. I don't know exactly what that gift is, but I do know that you were born under the Golden Moon. Isn't that right, Alpha?"

I beckoned and the follow everyone who is trying to escape, every one of them and it didn't matter if it was the Luna, her daughters, sons, maids, slaves—one by one, my men finished them off. I focused on Johan and ran after him, my weight pushing him to the ground as I press him down, glaring and growling at him and he shifted back, frowning and I did the same. "You shouldn't have come here, Adrian," Johan says, his voice dripping with contempt. "You know what happened the last time you crossed into my territory." "I remember all too well," I reply, my voice cold and hard. "But this time, things will be different." Johan laughs, a cruel sound that echoes through the clearing. "You are fooli

I said with a low tone. "What you should be thinking of is how to take care of those bastards that killed your best friend and not going for some vacations and whinning like a child who was denied candy, I told your dad already, he is too soft on you. I can't believe a young Alpha can be as soft as a woman" my uncle said loudly while walking into my dad's office. Uncle Cyrus is my dad's elder and was next in line to be Alpha when my grandfather passed but he was given an extraordinary gift by the spirits which came with a terrible cost.