Lone Wolf Alpha Tree Stand Novels & Stories

I heard someone say. I tried to move my focus to where the voice emanated from then I realized I was tied to a tree, stark naked. I struggled to free myself from the grip of the chain strapping my body to the tree, but my efforts were futile. My sight was eventually better, and I could see my abductors feeding their eyes with my suffering. Jacob, Alpha Ben and the luna of the pack were at the forefront of the pack. “What kind of Alpha walks alone?” Jacob asked with a smirk on his face.

as I feel myself hardening with the thought. My arrogant wolf, Shadow, snorted This place has become our favorite place to cool our heads whenever we feel like we're becoming out of control. I was sleeping up here on my favorite massive tree overlooking the brook when I heard movements. I already hide my presence and my scent so no one will notice me up here. I am well hidden under these thick branches. Then I was stunned. 'I knew this scent.' My wolf is deliriously happy, he is absolutely rolling with joy.

Except now. I turned my head away from him so he couldn’t read the worry in my eyes. It was there, eating away at me but when we’d come across the wolf lounging in the clearing, I started to act. This was normal. This was our job. Alexander was one of the greatest werewolf hunters in the world and I was supposed to follow in his footsteps. Evangeline Delacorte was supposed to exceed her father’s expectations and she had for years.

Like I haven't destroyed their relationship with me at least. **** I meet up with the boys at the treeline. We strip our clothes off and call the wind. Once we're shifted, we bound through the trees. Just three massive Alpha males, prowling through the forest. My wolf needs this for sure. It's the only thing that takes his mind off of Anna. I separate from the boys and twist and turn through the trees. I hear a sound. It's...it's familiar. A soft laugh carrying on the breeze.

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

he said quietly. I felt it then—a subtle pressure in the air, like a held breath. The forest thinned ahead, opening into a wide clearing ringed with standing stones half-swallowed by moss and time. We weren’t alone. They waited at the far edge of the clearing—six wolves in human form, arranged loosely but deliberately. Their Alpha stood at the center, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair tied back with a leather cord. His gaze locked onto me immediately, sharp and assessing.

The Ironwood alpha was twice Bastian's size. He looked at me like I was already dead. "That's the abomination? He barely looks worth the arrow." The northern border was a wall of green and grey. Ironwood forces stretched along the tree line in a dark line of armor and steel, their grey tree banners hanging limp in the windless cold. The alpha stood at their head, a mountain of muscle and scar tissue with a wolf's pelt draped across his shoulders. His beta, the same one I had fought in the pit months ago, stood at his right hand. When the beta saw me, his yellow eyes flickered with something that might have been guilt.

I watched the steam rise from his skin where the freezing air met his fading warmth. ​“The Tree is crying, Winnie,” Thorne whispered. ​I looked up. The Alpha was standing a few feet away, his fur matted with ice and the blood of his kin. He was not looking at the wreckage of the ships in the harbor. He was looking up at the mountain. The Obsidian Tree, the golden heart of our world, was pulsing with a jagged, irregular light. It was not the steady, warm glow of a sanctuary. It was the frantic flicker of a dying candle in a storm. The light was pale, almost white, and it seemed to shudder with every breath I took.

I will not let Liam and the rest of our wolves down. Dolph speeds forward towards the tree of power. The wolfsbane is strong here. I must be careful; wolfbane can kill a wolf in seconds. I may be the Alpha, the only one strong enough to step inside the valley, but one wrong move and I will never see my mate again. .

I had a bad feeling that something was going to happen, but I didn't know what. “Queen Luna, we have a problem.” I turned around to see a very disturbed warrior. “What is it?” “Rogues surround the pack and their Alpha demands an audience with the King, but he is absolutely nowhere to be found, and we aren't allowed to mind link him." My eyes widened. “Take me to him.” “I'm afraid I can't, his highness…" “I said, take me to him.” “This way.” I followed the warrior as I held my head high. I might be human, but it wasn't the first time that I was dealing with rogues. If they wanted to attack, they would have, but what did they really come here for?