Marine Alphas Novels & Stories

my brother chimed in, breaking my thoughts as he walked over and finally settled into the seat beside me. I rolled my eyes at him, frowning gently. "Says the one who couldn’t even land a single punch in the spar. Why is Louis so strong anyway? Did he have some kind of special training?" "He was born that way," Mark breathed out casually, his tone turning serious. "No one but the Alpha family actually knows the exact details, but all I know is that he’s completely different from normal wolves. You should see his wolf first... that thing is massive as hell. Triple senses, and incredibly agile." Mark finished, a small, respectful smile on his face.

Brandon, the Alpha of the Rogers Lake pack, is standing beside Malcolm, and they’re both looking down at me, arms crossed, satisfied expressions on their faces. I can also see that we’re on the deck of a large boat. Surrounding us, all the way to the horizon, is the dark sea. All I can smell are the scents of the Arizona shifters, and I realize they must have been using this boat, anchored out away from the shore, as their headquarters for the assault on my pack house. “Let me out!” I shout. “You have no right!” Malcolm just shrugs. His injured arm is still wrapped in a tight bandage close to his chest. “I’m the Alpha of my pack, and I can do whatever it takes to protect and avenge my pack.”

Alpha Mikhail was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a commanding presence and a distinct air of authority. "Greetings, Alpha Adrian and Queen Alessia," Alpha Mikhail boomed, his voice echoing through the hall. "I come bearing news of great importance." Adrian gestured for him to proceed. "Speak, Alpha Mikhail. What brings you here?" The Alpha's expression turned serious. "I have received information about a group of rogue lycans gathering strength nearby. They have been causing trouble in the region, attacking innocent humans and challenging the authority of neighboring packs." Alessia's eyes widened in concern. "That's terrible. We must do something to protect our people."

"Alpha Dante, my name is Gerald." I sucked in a deep breath. "Gerald, I will give you a chance to prove your loyalty. Tonight, you will come with me on this mission. If you betray me or try to escape, I will kill you on the spot." My voice was thick with authority. He bowed his head. "Yes Alpha." Alex removed his cuffs and he quickly shifted into his thin, shaggy-grey wolf. "Mya, Khai, Raya, Daphne, James, Cole, Evander...and Nathan," I called out, "all of you will come with me."

Clayton added. “I think we will,” I replied with a nod. Matty returned and escorted our new arrivals to the conference room. Seven more Alphas arrived with their men: Colin, Neil, Martin, Craig, Paul, John, and Kyle. Aside from John, who was in his late fifties, the others ranged in age from twenty to thirty-five. John was another older alpha without a filter. When he and Alpha Bruce got together, it was always bad. They tended to feed off one another and could be very disrespectful, especially towards women. My mother disliked both of them with a passion.

After a while inside the cargo ship, Erlyn Gristin heard panicked voices from the crew members. "There's news from the mainland that the Alpha will sink the ship if we don't find the girl!" Erlyn's eyes widened, and she was overwhelmed with panic. She curled up in an empty box, covering herself with some greens. "There's no way he'd do that. We'll be short of many ships if we sink them!" "The Alpha has plenty of gold pieces and human banknotes; he can easily acquire new ships, you idiot!"

It was her best friend, Karlie. “Why do you think Alpha is calling us?” She asked Freya while running. They were communicating with through mind link. “Don’t know. We’ll find out when we get there.” She told her. Freya heard someone else running on her other side. “Ladies.” A red wolf greeted them. “Randall. Looking as sharp as always.” Karlie said. The red wolf flashed a smile. “Last one to reach the Alpha will have to hunt the entire week.” Karlie told them.

A fatal attraction that dragged you living into the grave. Seven Alphas. The seven most dominant Alphas on the entire continent. They formed a semicircle of crushing, suffocating pressure. Kane and I were the sole epicenter of this hurricane. Cedarwood. Aged paper. Wildfire. Cold metal. Fresh-cut grass. Honey. Bone ash.

If her body avoided the drowning cage of the carriage, her internal wolf might still be fighting the current. "The waves were exceptionally massive during the afternoon watches, Alpha. The tide likely swept her form toward the isolated rock islands dotting the outer perimeter. Our ships are preparing to navigate those coordinates next." "Hold your tracks," my voice orders as my hands seize a heavy life-saver vest, my boots marching directly onto the deck of the lead search vessel. "My alpha beast navigates this line with your crew." Evelyn Lawson attempts to grab my arm, her voice frantic against the howling wind. "Gaston, the sea is too rabid! Your presence is not operating with a clear min