Lone Wolf Alpha Tree Stand Novels & Stories

"My mistake, what is it that I can help you with Cohen?" Alaska doesn’t even miss a beat, sounding as apologetic as pleasant for the mix up, sounding as anyone would expect her to sound. "Is Jaxson available?" Alaska stares at the small window as the first large raindrop hits the heavily weathered glass pane of the small and secluded cabin which is far away from civilization, surrounded by trees and a good distance from all pack borders, the type of place that one would expect two outcast wolves, who are for all purposes rogues, to live.

the last was purred smugly. “And the sex,” Harry added, rolling their eyes heavenward. “Oh, f-king hell, the sex is mind-blowing. I’m hard just remembering this morning when he - ” Talen tugged them down into a patch of shadow as his eyes caught on a movement high in one of the trees. “Tree stands,” he whispered to Harry. He could see many of them now that he knew to look for them. He and Harry had been lucky that they had not been seen crossing from the farm, as there had been little shelter and, thinking that they’d wandered outside of the farm boundaries, they hadn’t been taking as much care not to be seen.

"From my observation, rogues territory isn't so far from this place. It's just a few miles to the north. Are you certain you want to embark on this journey? Elders might frown at it." "I don't care anymore. They can say whatever they like, j won't give in to their demands." "It seems you are bent on bringing trouble to this pack. You've really lost it my Alpha." "Maybe you are right." I rose up, but with my eyes still fixed in the sand I had packed. "I may have lust my mind, but I'm not ready to lose her too." >>>>>>>>>>>>>> The trail at some point became very hard. But my wolf never ceased to sense her scent, even as the night amplified.

A ripple of growls, eager. “This time it’s the outpost near the eastern woods. Supply center. Weak. Soft. A vein that feeds their warriors. We cut it.” They howled again. My chest thundered. “No survivors. No delays. Let the Scarlet bastards watch the fire and feel it in their bones.” Weapons clanged. Eyes glowed. My wolves were ready. I didn’t need a map. I was the storm. And tonight, we were moving fast. I shifted—bones cracking, muscle snapping—and the Alpha of Shadow Blood leapt into the trees, his army right behind him.

ISABEL My eyes open when a thick voice cuts through the tension in the room from behind the mob and everyone looks back, moving aside for the owner of the voice to come forward. “Allan found a northern wolf in the woods,” the blonde-haired wolf says, rising to her feet. “A what?” The werewolf with a thick thick voice towers over me and, with strange courage, I look up to his face and realize that he is Nate. “Fuck,” he mutters as our eyes meet.

Whenever the air was laced with Alpha pheromones, it would let out that programmed cry. So whenever Julian went into heat, all I could do was listen to the Plush Wolf Doll’s moans—more like a woman’s breathy gasps—until dawn. The third wheel between Alpha Julian and me was a giant Plush Wolf Doll. Anyone who heard it would think it was absurd. After countless arguments that went nowhere, I decided to bring it up at our son’s first birthday banquet. That day, the pack gathered at the Alpha’s castle—elders, allies, and trade representatives were all present.

Until now. As I stood at the edge of the forest, I caught a glimpse of movement. I squinted, trying to make out the shape in the distance. And then, it came into focus. A lone wolf, standing tall and proud. It looked at me, its eyes filled with ancient wisdom. I knew then that this was the last wolf. I approached it slowly, holding out my hand in a gesture of peace. The wolf approached me, its tail wagging slowly. It sniffed my hand, and then it sat down at my feet. I reached out and touched its head, and I felt a surge of energy flow through me.

But shock quickly shifted to elation and dizzying relief. There atop the high ridge through the dusty haze, backlit by the setting sun into the shape of a vengeful god, stood the towering wolf form of our sire, Alpha Leonidas. And emerging from the trees around and behind him, dozens of Silver Fang warriors, heavily armed and thunderous fury etched into their battle-hungry expressions.

“Layla! Get dressed! We’re going to Italy!” “But…” Lucien, in the middle of his inner battle, raised his hand in my direction, sharp claws emerging, and his eyes, completely consumed by their iris color, opened. All that could be seen were the brown spheres, scaring and exciting me at the same time. “He’s perfect!” The white wolf’s voice echoed in my mind, making my core slicker. Dripping onto the sheet. “Do what your alpha says, or I won’t be able to save your species!” His voice merged with another, a deeply animalistic and dark voice.

And thousands of slaves stood beside them, being held by their chains. Karim looked up and saw the master standing before them, just above, with a malicious and vain smile on his face. The front of a throne made of bones and wolf skins. "My brothers, we have won at last." He spoke as loudly as possible, showing his teeth and his followers howled in response. "The feelings of useless alphas and omegas have become their greatest enemies. The primordial alpha, FELL." He shouted the last words with intensity in a loud and euphoric sound.