Sara Wolf Novels & Stories

I inhaled deeply, my eyes focused on the elder Alpha, who seemed to be the leader of this board. "Sara is an Alpha. She is as qualified to be here as any of you are. She was chosen for this role, and if she couldn't be an Alpha, do you think she would be here right now?" "You speak nonsense." "I wasn't done speaking." I snapped coldly. My wolf itched to come out and show these fools a lesson or two. "Regardless of gender, an Alpha is an Alpha. And if you think any less, are you even qualified to be an Alpha? If you're so insecure that you think a woman ruling over a pack will beat threat to you, shouldn't you step down since you lack the balls for this?"

How do I tell her that her real identity is not of a feeble human but something powerful? Yes, Zara is not a human but one of the invincible wolves in the werewolf world, ALPHA WOLF.

"Surely they had traitors." "Did you?" I ask Nira. She nods. "For someone to leave the pack, they had to fight Amira or Tavin, her trainer. No one wanted that. The ones who attempted to leave without permission were dealt with." She fidgets with her fingers nervously. She might have been close to the former alpha but she doesn't do well with me. "Who is the closest to the she wolf?" I ask. "Tavin Brooks or Iyla Banks." She says quickly.

Thank goddess, she wasn’t a good liar. “Oh my goddess, Aria!” I practically squealed, ignoring her attempts at shushing me. “You are seeing someone! Who is he? What pack is he from? Does he have an obnoxious wolf name like Thunderstrike or Darkfang?” “Sarah!” she hissed, clearly mortified. “It’s nothing like that!” “Then tell me,” I said, crossing my arms with mock authority. “No more secrets. Who’s the wolf making you blush for the first time in years?”

"I am Alpha John of Ironwood Pack. This is Alpha Sarah of Riverside Pack. We've come to negotiate an end to this... situation." "Situation," Kelvin repeated, his voice dangerously quiet. "You've laid siege to my territory. Killed my warriors. And you call it a situation?" "We came for the Ghost Wolf," Sarah said. She was younger, sharp-featured, with eyes like ice. "Not to make war on Lycan packs. Release her to us along with Christopher, and we withdraw. No further bloodshed necessary." "No," I said simply. All three looked at me. Christopher smiled coldly.

When my wolf took complete control we became a lethal assassin to anyone that showed even a hint of evil. "Yes, Alpha. They don't suffer, I swear. It's unproven right now, but I'm a doctor and scientist. This could help save so many of our kind." Carmelita was under my compulsion now and couldn't resist spilling. She tried to adjust her words not reveling too much, but it was giving her a massive migraine. "I want files on all the wolves and I will determine whether this will carry on." I threw her off my lap, disgusted I was just deep inside her.

she said looking remorseful “Father's right,it's best if you sit this one out” I clenched my fists as I forced myself to hold my head high. I turned around, retreating from the clearing as tears threatened to fall from my eyes. “Ethan,” I hear a voice from the shadows whispering and I stopped short,”You can't seriously be considering this. A wolfless girl?. You know what the pack will think.” the voice was full of displeasure. Alpha Rowan? I thought grimly. “She's more that just that” Ethan argued,his voice heated,” she's strong, loyal…”

Carson licked his lips as he reminisced. This wolf was going to get a foot up the ass if he didn't chill the fuck out. I nodded as he showed me another one. "Bachelorette number two is Sara—or should I say, slutty Sara. Now, this one Alpha is a freak-a-leak. She likes bondage sex; Christian Grey style. She does this thing that will have you guys conjoined by the crotch for hours in pure ecstasy, and she doesn't mind a threesome," he winked at me, placing a hand on my thigh and I knew what he was suggesting.

Parker swallowed the last gulp of his drink before placing the empty glass back on the dark wood of the desk, careful to avoid the papers. "I'm not requesting access to all of the rogues. I would only be going after the one who participated in my death. Maybe all three of the wolves who had attacked me, if they are all present." Parker looked amused at my statement as he clasped his hands together over his stomach with his elbows remaining on the arms of the chair.

Looking down, she saw the date at the top: June 16, 1763. ‘I saw the white wolf again. My goats nor dog pay it no heed. Perhaps they know this beast favors the flesh of man. I hear the screams at night and witness the yellow eyes in the trees. My dear Sally was taken two nights ago. The Indians say the wolf is our protector, that the evils of the forest are to blame for the dead. Maxwell says this wolf is of nightmares. He swears to have seen the beast stand on two feet and change into a man before his eyes on a hunt. I am starting to believe him. Footprints lead to wolf prints in the mud and no wolf is seen during the day. It only appears in the light of the moon.’