Lambda Chi Alpha Jerseys Novels & Stories

“But from this pain, we will rise. Today, we move forward as one—wolf and human, united.” The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices carrying a renewed sense of hope. The moment had come. Elder Jeriah, the pack’s historian, stepped forward, holding the Alpha’s crest. He turned to Luca, his expression grave yet proud. “Luca maximoff, son of the Moon Shadow pack, today we recognize you as our Alpha,” he proclaimed. He placed the crest in Luca’s hands, and the crowd cheered again.

“This one. Is the colour fitting for the Luna of the Commander of the Military Betas?” He pulled it out, his fingers brushing the cloth. “Ellie, you could wear a sackcloth and still command the room. But yes, this colour is the colour of Alpha blood and power. Wear it.” He paused, looking at me seriously. “But listen. You mentioned Lachie. Did you mean we should be getting him today?” “Of course I meant it. Today is his last test. He’s just a pup, but he’s already stronger than most adult wolves. We need him home before the battles start. I won’t risk him in that training camp.”

In my previous life, I'd signed my name so excitedly, then jumped up to hug Adrian, unable to hide my joy. But he just pushed me away, grabbed the paper, and walked out. It wasn't until much later that I realized he had been rushing to the neighboring pack to buy a calming tonic that could soothe the wolf for Hazel Quinn. Now, in this life, I held the form and replied flatly, "Got it." Adrian wore a black cloak over a fitted shirt that clung to his abs. Hazel always said he looked powerful like that—that he had the makings of an Alpha King.

Alpha Alessio was already dressed up, to my surprise. “Alpha? Do you need any help?” I asked out of courtesy. He turned to face me. He was wearing casual clothes surprisingly. A black high collar t shirt with its sleeves scrunched up at his forearms, black jeans, a navy blue jacket on his arm that I suppose he was planning to wear over the t shirt. The dark colour was complimenting his skin and the hairstyle. Looking at him dressed like this, it was no wonder that so many girls could not stop talking about him.

One of the car doors opened. Alpha Jared stepped out with his beta. He was wearing a dark leather jacket which bore the sigil of his pack; a claw carved into a crescent tree etched in silver. His gaze swept across the small crowd and a disappointed look etched on his face. He was looking for me! I smiled. I knew he wanted to stare into my eyes and make me see the pride in his eyes. To brag about his soldiers and how strong they were. Too bad I wasn't there for such.

The outer fabric was pitch black, like a sky void of stars, while the inner lining was pale silver, cold and luxurious to the touch. Its design was unique—the shoulders exposed just slightly, creating a soft yet elegant silhouette. The hems were embroidered with crescent moons and faint stardust patterns, visible only when the light caught them just right. On the left side of the chest was a tiny, familiar emblem—the Graveshade Pack insignia, delicately stitched in golden thread, visible only to a discerning eye. A silver chain belt wrapped around the waist, holding a small charm shaped like a fading eclipse. “Alpha wants every eye on you tonight,” Lucien added, bowing his head slightly. “An

Choosing a present for Kennedy is easy, I know exactly what I’m going to get him. I’ve only ever seen him in three ties for work, and I know he likes weird slightly zany stuff, so I head into a suit shop in one of the posher streets and choose him a nice deep green one, to match his eyes. I smile as I picture him in it, because it’ll look good on him. I know it will. It cost me twenty, which is a chunk of my money, but at least I can still get Riven something and get my boots. The other stuff will have to wait.

he followed after me, pulling his shirt off over his head. Sophie was supposed to be helping me decide which of the four outfits I’d had made to wear. Not point out all the reasons why each was the perfect choice. It was traditional for Alphas to wear all black, and for their mates to wear all white. I was technically an Alpha’s mate, but I was also an Alpha myself. I couldn’t decide between black and white; or pants suit and evening gown. “Maybe if you show me the jewelry you planned to wear?” she frowned indecisively.

My mom won’t be very pleased, and my dad may actually be upset since I would be messing up his golden children’s day. I quickly take off to the packhouse, cursing myself for being late and also wearing what I’m wearing. Swearing in a new Alpha is a big deal, and you have to look nice at the ceremony. I opted for a knee-length, sleeveless black dress with red pumps. I always like to have an item stand out from everything else. Now, running in these pumps was just not the best idea for a dress. Then again, I didn’t plan to be late for the ceremony.

He was dressed entirely in ceremonial white—a white shirt and tailored white pants, barefoot just like me. But sitting right over the left side of his chest was a... wait. What? "I guess you guys really are meant to be," Mark muttered, a massive grin breaking across his face as he took a step back. "Seeing as you both chose the exact same color to represent yourselves. I wish you a peaceful reign, Alpha, Luna." With that, he walked away, leaving the two of us completely alone. Louis’s dark eyes were fixed entirely on the item pinned to my dress.