Savage Alpha Novels & Stories

The doors pushed open and I peaked through the bookcase to have a clear view of the rogue. The rogue, looked like a savage male version of a Nymph. If he washed up, he'd be actually good looking. But every rogue, had just a few things on their mind- especially an alpha. Sex, Hunt, Kill, or Eat. Like a wild wolf with nowhere specific to run off to. He had white foam running down from his lips, a sign he was rogue. He didn't have an ink of humanity but it won't stop him from shifting freely between forms. There were only a few things that could make an alpha go rogue. My guess would be as good as any of what happened to him. He was butt naked, muscles tone and fit. He had a mirror's shard cutt

savages. Another guffaw around her that made her glue her ears to her head in embarrassment. -Innocent puppy. That's what the alphas always say to keep control- the brown she-wolf got up, but she couldn't advance much, as they all didn't have much range of movement given the leashes around her neck- We savages as you call us are wolves that after living in the wild and surviving by our own means, afraid of being attacked we have become stronger thanks to our instinct. Any one of us... can kill one of your useless and controlling alphas.

134. HEA: The Savage Alpha claimed his Rebel Last Chapter Jade's POV Inching his face up, he bruised my collarbone with a red bite as his devilish eyes dared me to moan. Bloody Asshole Alpha. He was challenging me. I wouldn't mind doing it, but I was afraid he would really open the door. Zach could do it. He's done many things he said before and I was not stupid that I would try it just to see how it would really end up if I moaned.

His little arms trembling Alpha Sandro is a werewolf who has much stronger resistance compared to his pack members. He was able to tolerate the poison and shifted into his werewolf form and darted towards the container truck where the smoke bomb came from. However, he found no one inside. The smoke was quite thick, making his view blur for a moment. He was a werewolf and thus should have good eyesight. However, the smoke is extremely rare. Not even the top ten werewolves have it. Only the three packs can have it. One is the Werewolf King, The Prince and the Duke.

Early that morning one of Ashtaroth's guard arrives, he had sent for him the night before and was expecting him that morning, he met with him secretly with his two children Kinky the youngest and Zing the eldest, next in line to ascend his father throne " Alpha." He told him to go with his two children and relay a message to Ashtaroth in Ashland as he may not be able to go with them because he needs to sort something out. Alpha Derrick knew that his power was going to acclimate when he feeds on the human organs, so, he was in a hurry to get to the border of transmission forgetting to inspect his Gamma, the escorters. He departed, him and Rib ( the title for wife in Abalone wolf pack) Selena.

"Oh, no, no, dear. You two have enough to worry about. Just enjoy your day." As she turns to walk away, I could not help but feel a sense of revulsion . Her heavy makeup and cloying perfume seem like a desperate attempt to cling to youth, just like my mother. I glanced at Nicholas and caught him looking at me, with that calculating gaze and I shook my head. I know that I have made a terrible mistake, and that my life is now irrevocably tied to this man. But as we walk away from the altar and into the rest of our lives, I know that I will have to find a way to make the best of a bad situation.

Most would be. The Alpha of the Viribus Pack was Cassar Salvateer. He had been alpha only for a couple of years, but he was already famous. Famous for a bad attitude, and a quick temper. He never showed mercy. They said he was just as wicked as his father. More so considering he killed his own father. They said that if someone ever pissed him off, he would personally gut them with his own claws. He turned his enemies inside out. If someone wanted to join his pack they had to break every bone in their dominant hand to prove their loyalty. He's the kind of guy that cuts the heads off of dolls. A real asshole from what I've heard.

Sage intruded. "I'm sure, Alpha Sage. They put those demons and ferals to good use. I can smell them too." It had taken just one innocent question to bring Eve’s day crashing down. She groaned precariously, her eyes glazed with hatred. "Those monsters!" She wasn't able to hold back her anger as she paced. Alpha Henry, however, saw the resentment in her eyes that showed the scarred younger self from the first war, the girl who was taught to fight and starved of the love she craved and the family she wanted.

He can't die like this. “What are you talking about?” the old alpha asks, narrowing his glare on me. “Rafael is a rogue, there's no question about it. He must be eradicated.” “He's not though,” I insist. “And I have the papers here to prove it. I have these records saying that Raphael’s grandfather was the old alpha.” “That's absurd,” the old alpha growls. “There's no way he's related to an alpha. He's a rogue, and the challenge was unjust.”

Tomorrow, I'll call the group and see if I can meet with them. ________________ Petra's P.O.V. The night with Anton was incredible. I didn't want to get up this morning, but seeing the excitement on Martina's face made me glad I did. As we head to the next pack, which Teegan said is not one we expect to be a good one, my phone starts ringing. The number isn't one I recognize. "Hello?" I answer. "Hello. My name is Ryker, and I'm the alpha of the Savage Moon pack in Tennessee. I'm trying to reach Petra." Why would this alpha be calling me? I don't know anyone from that pack or Tennessee.