Lone Wolf Alpha 2 Novels & Stories

I answered as I spoke into the microphone placed in front of me. A woman raised her hand, who I recognized as Alpha Mira of the Solitary Pack. She had my respect because she was the only female Alpha I had come across and regulating a pack was a hard task. “Why don't we all join forces then? After all, the war is bound to affect everyone; Every supernatural being and even humans,” she spoke in a genteel tone. She had a point, but a werewolf’s pride was intoxicating. This was something she wouldn't understand because women were selfless and thought of what would be best for everyone. But that was not the case here amid power-hungry men, who only thought selfishly.

THE ALPHA’S WOLFLESS LUNA “This is the best idea, Alpha”; “at least you will still be able to lead this pack. Its less embarrassing than being kicked out of the pack, even the other Alphas will be jealous”, “Trust me alpha, you should accept his proposal.” These were some of the advices Alpha Diesel received from the members of the Apex council. He was very shocked when he received a parcel coming from Blue-Moon Pack. The parcel contained a gift and a letter from Alpha Drake. The gift was immediately thrown away for fear of something bad happening to him, it was the letter that was of importance to him and when he read that Alpha Diesel was apologizing for all the wrongs he has done to New-M

I wipe my face and begin walking toward him. "I will leave you alone, Alaska. I know you are committed to Finn, and I should let you be even if we are mates. Maybe we are not mates, and maybe I am just crazy because you told me no," Alpha says. He gets to the edge of the water and leaps into the air taking his wolf form. He begins running toward the pack house. FUCK! I come out of the water, leaping into the air and taking my wolf form, chasing him. Why am I chasing him?

He was cunning. I drove back to Wolf Creek after I called Joel. Once there, I summoned Eric to my study while I waited for Joel’s arrival. “What can I do for you, Alpha?” My gamma, Eric, walked into my office. “The borders are secure and there have been no sightings of rogues in the vicinity.”

Add the fact that their naive Alpha just left two walls barren of protection; this was an easy victory for us all. “So, this Alpha is honestly just exposing half of his pack. Including the walls closest to the safety bunkers? No one in that pack sees the error in this?” Reaper was still sitting on the bench, lost in silent, stunned thought. “Apparently. There is more,” I announced as I turned my attention from the fire and over to Alpha Thorin. Alpha Thorin was a man whom I deeply respected. He fought through hell to save me from myself, and because of that, he built trust and loyalty. I wanted to be the one to share my suspicions with Alpha Thorin first.

We both turn. Two Frostveil wolves drag a captured Eastmarch fighter into open snow. He can't even stand. One Frostveil warrior grips his hair, forcing his head up. Their Alpha steps forward. He is just as I remembered him. Tall, scarred, with empty eyes. He doesn't shout. He speaks calmly. "Mercy is why you lose." Then he snaps the wolf's neck. Just like that. They leave the body where it falls. The message is clear.

Those were their trophies. “Hunters,” I whispered to myself. “Rasia….” My father’s voice cracked through the noise. He was the Alpha of our small pack. He was strong and looked unbreakable. U turned towards him…running. But I never reached him. A blast goes off. The shockwave threw me into the dirt as pain exploded through my shoulder. I immediately tasted blood. When I looked up, the elder’s hall was burning. Wolves I trained with, fighters, are dropping like flies as silver bullets pierce through them.

Shifting drills begin, wolves transforming fully now, massive forms pacing controlled combat circles beneath my command. Dominance challenges rise naturally. Two males clash too aggressively and I step forward instantly. My wolf surges outward—but I don't shift just yet, just presence instead power slams into the arena and both wolves collapse submissively immediately. I’m reviewing patrol rotations when hurried footsteps echo down the corridor. A scout skids to a halt, breathing hard. “Alpha.” Every instinct of mine sharpens instantly. “Report.” His throat bobs. “Outer scouts detected markings.” My spine stiffens for a second as I stare at him.

He nodded and walking a bit closer, he averted his steps and walked towards his bed, then be sat down and took his phone out and pressed a few buttons, then he switched it off. "Come, sit." He demanded. His eyes was the coldest. I could feel it within me. Even Felisha felt it. "I hope you're sure of what you're doing, Amber. His wolf is a Lycan Apex!" "Shut the fuck up Felisha. I definitely know what I'm doing. And can't you see? It's working!" I shut my wolf up. I walked gently to him and sat on his soft bed. It felt good to be this close to an Alpha. The Alpha of Ironclaw Pack.

And to get the essence of an Alpha… The only way was to be marked by an Alpha… And to be marked by a werewolf, an Alpha… That only means one thing… “I’m a Luna.”