Rebuild World Alpha Novels & Stories

Alpha Jed had been a huge thorn in their flesh and it was time to repay him back in his own coin. For centuries, they had been living in fear, hoping that they didn't become his next target. Now that he had friends around and his darling mate, Alpha Drew knew it was time to take back what they lost. By the end of the day, Alpha Jed and his entire pack won't know what hit them.

[REINITIALIZATION COMPLETE] [SOUL INTEGRITY: STABLE] [REINCARNATION TYPE: REGRESSION — PARTIAL MEMORY LOCK] Alpha opened his eyes. Stone ceiling. Cold air. A younger body. Smaller hands. Weaker heartbeat. His wolf was silent. His fangs dull. His blood thin and restless. He sat up slowly. “What was taken from me,” he said, voice calm, “and by whom.” The system paused. Not out of mercy. Out of calculation. [QUERY ACCEPTED] [COMPILING LOSSES…] Symbols burned behind his eyes. Not memories—records. [LOSS 001: TRUE ALPHA DOMINION — SEALED]

“Or killed. Home or killed. Or captured by the Obsidian Court. Allie, please. I think we should head north.” “North? North isn’t home.” “North is the Teal Valley Pack. Werewolves. We can ask for a safe passage around the forest.” “Teal Valley are a pack of murderers. They’re not going to get us anywhere safely. I’m the Alpha heir to their rival pack. I set a foot on their territory and I’m dead. Use your brain Josh.” “Murderers?” “The Obsidian Court taking over the forest is because of Alpha Leo. He murdered my dad’s former Beta here in the forest just because he spoke out of turn. He’s the one who altered the balance of power. We’re going south. I’m not going anywhere near that pack.”

And when she came crawling back, he would magnanimously forgive her. Minutes ticked by, then hours. Outside, the sky began to dim. She didn't contact him. A tendril of unease began to snake its way through his heart. He closed his eyes, focused, and sent a call down the mate bond that connected their souls. Elara. Nothing. He tried again, this time pouring his Alpha power into it, forcing it against the invisible door. Elara! Answer me! The other end of the bond was a silent, bottomless abyss—a dead void.

"I've thought about it, but unless we go back to the Valleys, we know nowhere." It dawned on Amara, and her sobs intensified. The Valleys were taken by the Pack Midnight years ago, leaving it in ruins, but now that there was a new Alpha, it was all his; it wouldn't take long before she was found there if she ever left. Unable to hold the tears any longer, she let them flow, shoulders shaking uncontrollably; what was she supposed to do? What? Would she have to see Nathan again? Take care of him if he ever comes out of the healer's? What if he never came out? Financially, he controlled her. The estate remained hers as long as she remained married to him.

He dreamed as the Alpha — running a forest that wasn’t there yet, wolves weaving between trees that sang. Eli is waiting in the kitchen with Jonah and Silas. Silas looks better. Human tired, not hollow tired. He’s eating actual food now. Bread. Stew. He flinches every time someone thanks him. “Twelve,” Eli says before I sit. “There were always twelve. The first pack didn’t just plant one Tree. They planted a circle. To hold the continent together.” Rowan pulls up a topographical map on his new laptop — Tree-grown casing, doesn’t fry anymore. “If you give me the points from the dream, I can overlay.”

In my previous life, I only realized when I was dying that my Alpha mate marked me just to better control me and make me willingly transfer wolf essence to my sister Victoria. Victoria had suffered from wolf essence depletion since childhood—a severe condition where her wolf was failing and couldn't survive without regular essence transfusions.

Suddenly, he came to an abrupt stop before the witch and said, “You have to reincarnate me too! She stole something precious from me. I need to find her wherever she is, collect what she stole from me, and kill her!” The witch looked uncertain. “I___I can’t do that.” “Why?” He demanded, his tone stone cold. “Because___well, you’re an Alpha werewolf. Your spirit and soul will be much stronger and harder to control,” She motioned at Opal's dead body on the ground, “She was a Luna. It was much easier with her. But you?” She shook her head, “I can’t do it. It’s too risky.” Tave gave her an unnerving stare.

Fourteen Alphas walking out of the valley grounds in the first full light of the first morning of the beginning. Going home. I watched them go. I looked at the building. At the original creation in the hearing chamber. At everything assembled. At the permanent council record. At the formal declaration. At the legal foundation of the beginning. At the planting spreading through the clean foundation. At the child of the new world in the entrance. At Lyra appearing beside the child. The last wolf of the old world and the first wolf of the new world standing together in the building entrance looking at me in the valley grounds.

“That Luna-born whore reached into their heads and stripped them of their will. She made my own wolves turn against me.” Tobias Renner stepped forward. My Beta. His movements were careful, controlled. He chose his distance the way one chooses words around a blade. “What are your orders, Alpha?” He had resisted her pull. Somehow. I did not know how, and that bothered me. But I could see the questions weighing on him. He was still loyal, but loyalty alone does not quiet doubt. “We rebuild,” I said. “We move through the Fracture Edges and beyond. We find wolves who have not been softened by her influence. There are still packs in the Clanlands who believe strength is taken, not offered.”