Lonely Alpha Wolf Novels & Stories

Sasha and the rest of the guys barge in heavily armed. It’s too late for me to realize that the wolf in bed is Alek. The way they lower their guns and go on their knees simultaneously, like they’ve practiced it a thousand times, makes my heart swell with pride. “Alpha,” says Sasha, lowering his head, and the rest follow, including Kirill, who looks proud. “Oh, Goddess.” I let go of a shuddering breath as I step closer with weak knees. “Alek, you get your wolf back. You’re complete again.”

The entire Brooke family are white wolves, but that’s not what makes us Alphas. ‘A great Alpha is never alone.’ The younger me says, but he isn’t looking at my grandma. He is looking at me, smirking as if he knows a secret I don’t. ‘A lone wolf can’t survive the harsh winds of winter alone. One wolf against the world never ends well; that’s why the pack exists.’

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.

“Stop,’’ I say firmly, standing up straight and taking a step closer to the table. “Why?’’ The wolf answers back, startling me. “You are nothing to me but a way to get back at your Alpha.’’ I freeze for a second, my hand inches away from the blade. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about. I don’t follow any Alpha.’’ For some reason, my voice seems off-tone, as if I am no longer the one speaking. The wolf growls and I can almost hear its muscles contract under its skin. “Then like your not Alpha says, filthy loners without a pack like us don’t even deserve to be alive.’’ My mind is racing and, before I can reach out and pick up the steak knife, the large creature jumps towards me, its p

“We had him, Mother. The kid was cornered. Our nets were ready and our darts were loaded. It should’ve been an easy grab.” “Should – have – been,” I repeated slowly. “But it obviously wasn’t.” I said with a sly smile on my lips. He swallowed. “Something happened. Someone showed up.” I straightened. “Someone?” “A wolf,” said the one beside him. “ A very big wolf came out of nowhere and took us out like we were nothing.” My jaw tightened. “And you’re saying one wolf took down all seven of you?” “He wasn’t just any wolf,” the third man muttered. “He fought like he’d done it a thousand times. He knew exactly where to hit. He must be an Alpha.”

Chapter Nineteen: Meeting. Words spread like wildfire that the alpha of the Lone Wolf Pack had wiped out most of the witches of Ayr Wood and sent the rest into hiding. Alpha Zachary had always been seen as a strong and courageous alpha who'd take on any form of danger courageously.

Each wolf, with its sleek In the heart of the sanctuary, where the winds whispered secrets and the trees whispered tales, a formidable force emerged. Led by none other than the legendary alpha wolf, Arvandus, the wolf military stood tall and proud, their presence an indomitable shield against any threat that dared to encroach upon their sacred land. Arvandus, with his piercing amber eyes that held the wisdom of countless moons, commanded his loyal pack with an unwavering authority.

Torches flickered along the paths, casting long shadows across the ground. Blackthorn territory was beautiful. But it was also intimidating. Every wolf we passed seemed stronger than any warrior I had seen in Moonfall. Some bowed their heads respectfully as Kael passed. Others watched me with open distrust. One woman even stepped aside sharply as if she didn’t want my shadow touching her. I tried not to notice. But it still hurt. Kael eventually stopped in front of the largest structure in the valley. A tall stone building carved directly into the mountain. “This is the Alpha house,” he said.

The 25-year-old werewolf, who by rights should have assumed the mantle of alpha, had been cruelly robbed of his destiny by a grievous injury sustained in a brutal pack battle. Ryker, a stalwart friend and loyal pack member, proudly bore a banner emblazoned with the inscription "Hail the Future Alpha!" in bold, golden lettering. The banner was draped majestically above the fireplace, where it fluttered proudly in the flickering candlelight.

It made us incredibly bitter towards her and her perfect image within the Wolfen community. There was a pause. Part of me wondered if she had left us. She mustn’t like to be challenged by those she has already forsaken. ‘Mind your thoughts, Alek. We have our past, it is true, but I will not tolerate disrespect for long. I was disappointed and upset by your past actions, and punishment must be given to deal with all crimes. You claimed a thousand innocent wolfen souls; I can not reward you for such a heinous act. I have kept a close eye on you, nonetheless. I saw your remorse, but the consequences must still be enforced. I did not abandon you, however. I found a new path to redemption for you