Lambda Chi Alpha Jerseys Novels & Stories

Jacob **** Two Years Later The mirror reflected a man who looked like a king. I knew the truth, though—I didn’t feel like one. The elaborate gold embroidery on my deep crimson jacket shimmered under the glow of the overhead light. My shoulders were draped with a wolf-pelt mantle, symbolizing my role as Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and the ceremonial insignia of my lineage was pinned at my chest. Every seam and stitch was perfect. Yet inside, I felt like a hollow shell.

she said. Chadrick immediately looked at the alpha that Lany was referring to and he just smiled when he recognized who it was. "Ah, are you referring to him? The one in a black shirt and also with a black cap?" Chadrick asked in confirmation. "Y-Yeah, he is," Lany replied immediately. There's no other alpha there who's wearing a black shirt and black cap, so she was sure that Chadrick also got who's the alpha she was referring to.

’ She was pulled back to reality when Chris was standing in front of her. “He’s asleep now. Let’s go outside. I need to talk to you,” Anna Kiz nodded her head in an understanding manner as the mother-son pair walked out of the room together. “So, what do you wish to tell me, Chris?” Asked the mother with an arched eyebrow, making eye contact with her son. “That kid… Charl… He’s an Alpha, isn’t he?” Asked Chris curiously as he looked back to the door where they had exited from. “You know and yet, you asked,” Anna Kiz stated simply.

Wolves surrounded us, shifters from every corner of Lucian’s territory, some in human form, others padded and noble in their fur, all standing in reverent silence. And at the center of it all, him. Lucian. The Lycan King. The Alpha. He stood shirtless, barefoot, draped in a ceremonial sash made of braided threads, black, silver, and deep crimson, the colors of the Alpha line. The mark of the moon was etched in ash across his chest. He looked feral and beautiful. Mine. His dark eyes found mine as I stepped into the circle. I wore nothing elaborate. Just a deep blue silk gown and a crown of wild white flowers threaded with moonvine across my hair. My feet were bare. My heartbeat was loud.

After a few more minutes of rummaging through my closet, I pulled out the coat, running my fingers through it. "Got it!" Striding towards the omega, I stood in front of her. “Here, take this. You can wear it over your dress.” Lana appeared hesitant as she eyed the material, clutching the shawl tighter around her body. She shook her head, accepting my jacket. “Thank you, Alpha. I’ll wear it later.” What? Was the material not to her liking? So ungrateful. I thought under my breath with a huff. ***

Around their necks hung twin pendants bearing the Alpha's crest, proof that they were true sons of the pack. Their hair was slicked back and held in place by narrow leather bands etched with protective symbols. Crystals were woven subtly into their tunic sashes, catching the morning light. They looked like young warriors, proud and ready to protect the growing pack. Each of them held a piece of the family’s legacy: Keira with her quiet grace, Kelsey with his bold stance, and Kelvin with his unshakable loyalty. Jared, dressed in his Alpha ceremonial cloak, black as night and trimmed in red fur, stood proudly with his Beta, Gamma, and the Elders by his side.

“You’ll regret humiliating me. Everyone will celebrate me as your Luna tonight, Cassius. Whether you like it or not.” “You can wear a crown or bathe in gold. Drape yourself in titles. It doesn’t make you what I want.” My voice was ice, and I was already walking away. I didn’t look back. ************** That night, I dressed in the traditional Alpha regalia. Champagne-colored fabric with silver embroidery traced across the collar and cuffs. A belt of dark leather sat snug around my waist, accented with a golden wolf insignia. It was regal. Commanding. Made to intimidate.

Dallas’ p.o.v. “Did you see the dress code for the Ceremony?” Jesper asks, while turning it towards Joshua. “No, I didn’t. I don’t need to know, because I will be wearing my uniform.” I reply as I sit down behind my desk. Usually the dress code for an Alpha and/or Luna Ceremony is similar, you show up in the colors of your Pack. In some cases they just ask you to wear something with your Pack’s emblem on it, for men that usually means a tie with the emblem on it and most women wear a brooch or scarf with the emblem on it.

Chris I stepped back from the mirror, straightening the starched collar of my crisp white dress shirt. The ceremonial attire of the Alpha of Moonstone pack always felt a bit stifling compared to the casual human clothing I had become accustomed to wearing in recent years. “Dammit…” With a frown, I tugged at the embroidered gold and sky blue sash draped across my chest, willing the thick fabric to lay properly. The sash was an old Moonstone tradition, the fabric supposedly imbued with magical properties dating back centuries. I didn’t know how true that was—it just seemed like regular old fabric to me.

I’m wearing a dark navy shirt and black jeans. Some Alpha’s, like Alpha Austin from Greenway, don't do anything unless they’ve got a kilo of gold around their neck to make sure everyone knows who they are. It’s not like that here. It’s too fucking hot for a start, plus your pack should know who you are, not your ego.