Moon Base Alpha Series Novels & Stories

Eamon snaps, and in one motion, his foot connects with the beta’s ribs. He hits the ground with a grunt. But Eamon doesn’t stop. He lets the anger rise like wildfire. “You answer to me. I’m the Alpha!” Kick. “How hard is it—” Kick. “To kidnap—” Kick. “One fragile—” Kick. “Human?” He stops screaming after the third kick. He must’ve passed out, but Eamon doesn’t care enough to check. Instead, he takes a long final drag and throws the burnt out end at the limp body. He turns to the other one, the taller one, who’s now frozen in place like prey sensing the end.

The torture has become a part of my daily routine in the last ten years, but I'd been stupid to think it will be better in Silver Moon than it was at Silent Moon pack. Silver Moon and Silent Moon packs are sister packs. The alpha's of both packs, Alpha Thane and Alpha Ronan are brothers, and my father had been the stupid beta of Alpha Ronan that thought he deserved the alpha's seat, and he'd almost dethroned the alpha. I was only eight years old then.

This is such a joke. They ushered the Moon King Alpha and his family to the large dais; a long, beautifully elaborately decorated dining table stands on top of the dais. That is where they will stay for the duration of the festivities. In an obnoxiously, loud nasally voice, Trent announces their Alpha, “May I present the Alpha family of The Moon Pack, Alpha Gaius, Luna Jora and their sons, future Alpha Rush, Marric and Daughter Kali.”

The alphas are at the top of the food chain and also the pack leaders, while the omegas are at the bottom and the rest follow suit. The moon goddess has made it in such a way that the Alpha has the best trait in order to keep producing the best offspring. They are natural leaders; they are tall, handsome, or beautiful (whatever the case may be). They are strong and brave. And with it, the positive characteristics that one may possess. But they tend to have one disadvantage. They can be quite proud and egotistical. "He sure damn is." "Language!" she instantly chided. It is almost like a reflex now where I cuss and she immediately rebukes me.

I nestled closer, nuzzling into the warm curve of his neck, breathing in his scent. The night settled over us like a protective cloak, our small family safe in its embrace. (Alexander's POV) The territory was abuzz with news of Blackwood Pack's triumph. After securing the major Advanced Moon-Crystal Communication project bid worth 20,000 territory credits, I formally reclaimed my position as Alpha of Blackwood Pack Holdings. Our flagship product, the "Coming Home" moon-crystal, debuted to tremendous acclaim. In less than two moon cycles, pre-sales exceeded one million units at twelve territory credits per unit—a staggering 12,000 territory credits total.

The doctor and Moon talked for a short while, and he started cutting into her leg and grabbing some pliers to take the bullet out. "My name is Alpha Moon. I am the rightful Alpha of this pack, chosen by my grandfather Alpha Boden. I am sorry I didn’t come here sooner; I wasn’t aware of his decisions until it was too late and Alpha Oskar had already taken over. But I am here now, and things are going to change. Starting with this—" she looked down at the doctor and bit into her lip, trying not to growl at him. I felt whatever she was feeling, and it wasn’t a nice fucking feeling, to say the least. He was poking and prodding inside her leg.

in seconds. "The 'Silver Moon' arc was a 'Resource-Hog'," the Engineer said, his voice flat and bored. "Too many variables. Too much 'Free Will'. The Board ordered a 'Total Format' of Floor 12 to make room for a new 'Space-Opera' franchise." He raised the torch toward the pod holding my family. "Don't you touch them," I growled. I didn't reach for the Admin-Key. I reached for the **Moon**. Deep inside my "Administrator" code, beneath the layers of "Delta" and "Vance," there was a piece of data that couldn't be "Managed." It was the **Alpha-Pulse**. It was the part of me that belonged to the Pack, not the System.

"I'm Alpha Timothy Ryder from Blue Moon. I, along with Alpha Axel Hunter of Cresent Moon, formed an alliance with the hunters after a rogue hunter..." "Wait, I know exactly who you are. We all got the information on both your packs, even us old retired ones.

The energy clash was blinding a gold and silver supernova in the heart of the Dead Lands. The wolf’s snarl turned into a whimper. He stopped fighting. He pressed his massive head into the crook of my neck, his hot breath huffing against my skin. The wild, untamed Alpha recognized the Moonbound. The two halves of the prophecy had finally met. For a moment, there was peace. A terrifying, beautiful silence where our souls fused. But the silence was broken by the sharp, metallic clink of a crossbow bolt hitting the cave floor. I looked up, my silver vision piercing the darkness.

It was empty. "The Silver Moonstone isn't just jewelry, Maya," Cillian said, leaning against the wall for support. "It contains the concentrated lunar essence of the First Alpha. For centuries, the Vane family—the Silver-Backs—have held it. It acts as a dampener. It keeps our scent hidden from humans and, more importantly, it keeps the peace between the packs."