Lambda Chi Alpha Flags Novels & Stories

Zoe immediately deviated from the tailor. I rolled my eyes as she walked into the room to inspect Ilario. He still had his arms stretched out and legs slightly apart with pins in his burgundy and black jacquard blazer and black pants. It was a vague tradition that the ranked members had to follow. Alpha and Luna rank the ceremonial clothes must include gold. Betas wear blue, Gammas green, and Deltas red.

I muttered, pulling off my helmet. The door opened before I knocked. Corvin stood there barefoot, gray hair tied back, leather vest hanging open over skin inked with symbols I didn’t recognize and didn’t like. His eyes—sharp, bright, too knowing—flicked over me. “Took you long enough, Alpha,” he said. “Moon’s been screaming for days.” I scowled. “You could’ve sent a memo.” He snorted and stepped aside. “Come in before the forest decides you’re rude.”

"I admit I was wrong in the past. I'll make it up to her slowly. But what does that make Jasper, taking advantage of her grief?" At that moment, the ceremony reached the exchange of the mating mark. The High Priest held up a moonstone and asked me, the future Luna, if I was willing to accept the Alpha's mark. Kade could no longer contain his raging wolf. He shook off Chloe's hand and lunged for the altar. But he was intercepted by enforcers who were already on alert. He struggled but couldn't break free. All he could do was scream at the top of his lungs, "Anya, don't let him mark you!"

That is, until the next afternoon, when I approached the underground club where he and his bikers often gathered and overheard their conversation. "Wow, Mason, you 'marked' little Elara already?" a voice said. My face flushed crimson. I was about to slip away when Mason's careless voice, laced with that unique lupine arrogance, cut through the air. "Of course not. Her wolf is weak—it is said that her dead father was a stupid human!" He paused, and I could almost hear his dismissive shrug. "My target is always Alice. She's a pureblood, and she knows a lot of secrets about those damn Alpha twin heirs. Only someone like Alice, with her pure bloodline, can help me return to the Constantine pack

Black, gold, and silver were the colors of the flag in our kingdom. “Those alphas are wise. They chose gold which symbolized her majesty’s loyalty to the kingdom,” I heard Minister Kiel say from another table. I grabbed the wine glass and emptied it right away. All the eyes of the alphas were currently on me, they were watching my every move, eager to please me. Later at the dance floor, I’m sure they would say things they didn’t mean, things a woman would want to hear from a man just to score points.

"Alpha Lucien," I ignored them and fixed my gaze on the omega sitting on the torture chair. Her claws were digging into the armrest. Tears mixes on her sweat and her chest was branded with a traitor’s rune — a jagged, glowing red mark etched into her skin. It was a combination of fang-like spikes, claw shapes, and barbed chains that symbolize betrayal. “D-Don’t k-kill m-me,” she weakly pleaded but I don’t feel any pity towards her.

Chapter 15: Two Moons Entwined Chris read through the result slip a couple of times, thinking he had mistaken the word “Alpha” as “Omega”. Nevertheless, no matter how many times he read it, the word “Alpha” was clearly stated there. For whatever unknown reasons, Chris was not satisfied with the result and he was denying the fact Nathan was an Alpha. Before this, he was certain his best friend was an Alpha and he did not mind it. However, after talking to his mother and listening to her thoroughly, Nathan’s description fitted more to be an Omega rather than an Alpha. Nonetheless, a heavy-seed Omega — the rarest of the rare.

Gone was the dark purple and blue lighting, replaced with warm yellows and pinks. Banners promoting the fight were hung all over the club, just to the side of the entrance into the main floor, was the weigh in area. Gone was the smell of cheap perfume and alcohol replaced with the scent of vanilla mixed with spice. On the main stage was a cage decorated with some sort of sheer material. Inside was a small chaise lounge. Seeing that cemented the fact that we’d have no way to get to Tel’annas tonight. She would be on display for all to see.

It’s already being decorated for the summit. The lavish tapestries are being hung in the halls. Our clan emblem is a white dahlia with silhouetted lions running along a pedal on a purple banner. A full moon with three silver crescent moons surrounding it on a black flag stands for the Wolf’s Clan. A snake coiled across itself twice like an infinity-only vertical on a green banner for the Reptiles. The Fliers emblem, a feathered wing fanned out on a blue flag, acting as the sky. Finally, The Nomad’s a red banner with a sailing ship surrounded by all the points of a compass. Safe for true north, signifying they belong not to one but all.

Not the injury I was sustaining or Nyra that attempted to escape. His blood soaked my dress. He cupped my face with shaking fingers. “Lara,” he whispered. “I love you.” Then his hand fell. Alpha Ray lifts the ceremonial Alpha medallion—a heavy silver disc engraved with the crest of leadership. It has passed from Alpha to Alpha for over a century. It was meant to rest on Lucas’s chest as he ruled for years. Instead, it will rest with him on the earth. “This symbol,” Alpha Ray says, “represents strength, loyalty, sacrifice. Lucas embodied all three.”