Lambda Chi Alpha Jerseys Novels & Stories

T O M O R R O W I woke up early because it was 6 a.m. the royal families will come. I immediately took a shower and got dressed. I was wearing our school uniform and of course not losing the cloak. The cloak I'm wearing is green with the HU logo on the right chest, on the back is MONTREAL. its embroidery is still cursive and only moderate in size. At the bottom of it is written ALPHA. I just took my sword and tied it around my waist before going out and going to the grounds.

He still didn't quite understand the concept, but everyone seemed pleased with their work, so he didn't question it further. "Miss Thornstun, I mean Luna Lily, Alpha Jayce." A young male stepped forward wearing what looked like armor that was deeply detailed, with engravings of a crest on the breastplate. His hair was slightly long and from a close enough inspection, it seemed paint that gave him a realistic beard. The look made him seem so much older than he did. Lily's eyes shined up at the gentleman.

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.”

Down below, filled with rage, echoing from beyond the entrance. Eiren blinked awake. Light barely slipped through the crack beneath the door, casting a thin line across the floor. He pushed himself upright, his thoughts murky like stirred water. “You can’t just claim him and expect us to accept it,” a man’s voice said, unfamiliar. “He’s defective. The law is clear.” Another voice, older, added, “Rejected omegas are to be executed.” “Kael Vorthran doesn’t follow pack law when it inconveniences him.” “Then we’ll force his hand.” The older voice dropped lower. “The Alpha won’t protect him forever. And once the bond is challenged”

But he looked at me like I was a puzzle he didn’t have time to solve. That’s fine. I’ve had years to learn that Logan Shaw doesn’t solve puzzles—he collects trophies. ⸻ Back at the Alpha Chi house, everything smells faintly of lemon cleaner and ambition. Our move-in banners still hang crooked from the staircase, and the living room is stacked with boxes labeled Philanthropy, Recruitment décor, Emergency glitter. The other officers collapse onto the couch, shoes tossed aside, giggling over selfies from the Ice House party. I drop my bag by the door and take the armchair nearest the window, pretending to check emails.

“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.”

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