Sad Alpha Wolf Novels & Stories

I had a driver's license, he drove someone's car, he said - we need to take the woman and the girl to another city. Well, you have to, you have to. The car, Moskvich, was filled to capacity with their things, and I drove them, then I returned back, but three days later we returned to the flock. A little more than a year has passed, Aidar again approached me: Can you help? Well, why not help? Here we already drove by car two days before another town, and again I figured out which of the werewolves in the area was seen. He went into the house, said that he would come down in a couple of minutes, and a little wolf cub ran up to the same entrance, smiled at me sunnyly and went there too.

Alpha Dagon tilts his head as he looks at the mad wolf, who slams himself against the wall with a cry. “It means something is stirring. Mad wolves come from deep pain, trauma and loss. Some of them are high on wolfband, others are broken, mentally and emotionally, they don't choose, their minds snap and they lose control. They inflict pain on themselves and lose entirely their human side, unlike rogues who still have a chance to live normal lives after banishment from their packs.” Kieran's eyes narrow. “He wasn't just mad, he was strong, quick too, he almost got me,”

My heart belongs to Malek’s birth mother, and I never give Sade any reason to believe she will ever sit in the Luna's chair. Just like I told my son, my wolf does not like her. I walk down the stone stairs with a hard face, noticing the white linen bandage wrapped tightly around Sade’s arm. “I am sorry my pup’s fangs drew your blood,” I say coldly. Sade quickly waves her hands, trying to look soft. “It is nothing, really. I am just so worried about the little master. He threw a massive tantrum the second he smelled me today. Is it because I have been away inspecting the border mines for too long that his wolf became distant from my scent?”

Her large black wolf was prowling towards Sadie. Sadie tries to get Elsa to back off by using a wooden chair. “ELSA, PLEASE!” Sadie is crying harder than ever. She desperately tries to keep the wooden chair between her and the wolf. The wolf that was hunting her. Sadies deep blue eyes flicker to mine. “Please, help me. I don’t want to die.” “Maybe you deserve it.” Finn’s voice rumbles through the room. He seemed to be amused by what was happening. I knew Elsa was holding on to a lot of guilt for killing Kyra, but she would never forgive herself if she killed Sadie.

Because among the three of them, Adam is the first one who said that he’s interested to Maxine. “I am not sure. But I still feel so weak. I might contact the Salutary of the pack.” [Salutary: The doctor of the pack. This wolf is the herbal wolf. They heal and take care of the ill and injured. No magic or powers, just herbs and special medicines from resources.] “You should,” Adam agreed. “But we need to be careful. The media can’t know that you were drugged.” “Right,” Chandler said, nodding his head.

I feel like killing all those traitors myself but I have no right to do that. It would be better if San handled everything on her own. She is doing pretty well in any case. “I can’t tell that, Alpha- AAAAAHHHH,” the wolf screamed in pain as blood trickled out of his neck. “Don’t make me do worse to you, smut,” San growled. “I-It w-was A-Alpha A-Adolf,” the wolf stuttered and San’s eyes widened in shock but then she side smiled and flung away the coughing wolf.

I smiled sadistically at the Zeta as I smelled the tang of his piss hit the air, his eyes going wide in horror. “What the fuck are you bitches?” He stammered as Ada came out of the room with my phone, the camera flashing as she took pictures of the scene. She then came over and pressed record on the camera as I leaned close to the ear of the scared shitless wolf. “We’re harpies from hell; you mother fucker. And since you deemed it appropriate that we die; I’m gonna make your last minutes on earth feel like you’re living your worst nightmare before you even head there yourself.” I snapped the small bone of his pinky when I said it; the small crack making him whimper and bite his lip hard enou

We stop in front of a large door, and the voices that were coming from the room quieten. Salvador pushes the door open after a gruff come in, and we enter the room. There are five people in the room, two males and three females. But my gaze is stuck on the tall figure sitting behind the mahogany table. He stands, he's tall, very tall, with brooding shoulders. He exudes a strong alpha aura, but it's not like Kian's, which is pure. He feels dark, corrupted, and my wolf whimpers. Josiah Adalwolf is in his mid-fifties, with salt-and-pepper hair, thick and slightly tousled, and deep-set, cool, hazel eyes.

Alpha Daniels growled dangerously as he came to his feet, glaring at her, while his Beta attempted to soothe his anger. “You know what? You come into my pack, demanding that I leave my – well, gilded cage, I guess – and demand to drag me to another cage or declare war on my pack and expect me to just accept it all because you’re an alpha wolf? Wolves suck for never considering anyone else in their decisions – not you, Wade, you’re awesome – but the jury is still out on the majority. So go ahead and attack my pack, kill out your own for your own selfish wants.” She snapped as she came to her own feet and glared at him.

"But a shifter? Wolves are pretty sexy animals." Sexy! Lia hadn't heard that particular adjective applied to wolves in her lifetime, at least from humans. From them, she'd heard adjectives like rabid and vicious and crazy. And certainly those applied to the pack that had decimated her own. But Lia knew firsthand wolves could be definitely sexy. "She certainly made it believable," the woman behind Lia said.