Savage Alpha Novels & Stories

Nodding his head, Alpha Soga then said, “I know about your plan with my son, I find it quite ridiculous.” “Ridiculous it may seem, but we have our ambition, at least acknowledge this ambition of his.” “By consorting with an unranked female werewolf?!” Alpha Soga was furious, as he stood up and shouted at Gale. “If the three of you choose a more admirable woman, a Beta with a possibility to become a Luna, I could easily give my blessing, but this?!”

Nothing interesting to report there, even though Zoe was clinging to the back of Ethan’s shirt with such a tight grip her knuckles were turning white. Ethan hesitated. He still hadn’t answered. I thought fast, but he was being exceptionally slow. This was what I was here for, then. This was where it got interesting. “My name is Alpha Ethan Savage. Aria is my… mate.” If I were an amateur, I might’ve sucked in a sharp breath at that bit of conversational gold. As it was, I didn’t so much as let my lips twitch. Inside, though, calm satisfaction spread through me.

“No. No, Eve, absolutely not. It’s better you pick Nate again and again than him. What are you thinking?” “Are you crazy?” I spat. “I don’t care. He’s the only option—” “I don’t care either!” Mia hissed. “That man is the devil himself. Don’t you recognize him? He’s the newly appointed Alpha of the pack.” My eyes widened. Sage Hawthorne. The devil Alpha himself. I had heard the rumors—the brutal way he took power, the cold warnings, the reputation he built in months after returning from abroad. He was feared. Respected. Untouchable.

I asked casually, taking a glass of water to wash down my food. “Alpha Dexton,” he said casually. “What?” I gasped, spitting the entire mouthful of water across the table. My heart slammed against my chest as I quickly ran over to him, dabbing his shirt with my sleeves. “I-I’m so sorry, forgive me.” I stammered, my hands shaking. I must really have nine lives to keep finding myself in danger. I had been in the courtesy of the Savage Wolf all along, acting defiantly. An Alpha known for his savagery and brutality.

However, my father must have overheard, and wouldn’t let it go. “What pack did you come from, miss? I don’t think Draven ever said,” my father asked, and I glared at him for it. Sage took a deep breath, and bravely answered his question. Her lip quivering the whole time. “Alpha Tiggy, I come from the Mystic Shadows pack in Custer, South Dakota. Before you ask, the current alpha is Regent Darling. His father was Roland Darling, and he was the one who killed my parents. The current alpha is just a younger version of his father, and to prove his worth and take the title of alpha, he killed his father. I have nothing to hide, so, next time you feel the need to go through my things to find out an

The old Alpha needed that acknowledgment before he could let go of the past. That’s when Sofia and Alex realized that they had made a grave mistake. Their sneers faded as they watched the change in me, their confusion giving way to fear. Their faces twisted in confusion, but I didn’t give them a chance to react. In one swift motion, I waved my hands, calling on the energy of the room, the very place where the old Alpha had died. The air crackled with power, and I felt the surge of magic flow through me, connecting me to Rhys.

“Alpha. You need to see this.” He turns the screen toward us. A video is everywhere. Savannah stands with rogue wolves. Behind her—clear footage from our meeting with Reyes hours ago. Sienna’s golden eyes and claws are fully visible. “See what they’ve done?” Savannah shouts. “The Alpha betrays our kind. He breeds with a human abomination and invites butchers into our territory. This hybrid child will destroy us!” Comments flood in. Anti-supernatural groups gather. Luna Chasers argue. Some wolves openly question our leadership.

"Savana!" Sanité surged forward. In a flash, he crossed the distance from the treeline to the stage, the air whistling past him. He vaulted onto the wooden planks, the old timber groaning under his weight. My warriors instinctively stepped back. This wasn’t a fight for us. Not yet. The Alpha reached her in two strides, his enormous hands gently cupping Savanna’s face, an unexpectedly tender gesture amid the chaos. "Did they touch you, babe? Did they hurt you?"

"If your soul ever calls upon my claws, no entity in this Dominion shall be permitted to inflict pain upon your skin." A powerful shiver of heat ran straight through my chest, my wolf howling with fierce adoration. I threw my arms around his broad neck, pulling my chest tight against his. "I know, my Alpha!" I buried my face against the warm column of his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent of pine and dark thunder. "Yet I do not require my Alpha's executioners to fight this war. I shall demonstrate my true caliber to the Grimshaws with my own claws! I will show every pack across the five territories once and for all—whether my blood is lacking, or if Mirelle is a fraud."

I smiled. "What if I did?" He said, trying to be bold. "Even if you did... it would never work out." I blurted. He flinched at what I said and didn't talk anymore. I waited and waited but he didn't say a thing, even his friends didn't utter a word. "She's right, you know?" Misa unexpectedly said, making me look at her. "I'm sure you heard me say it before, you know... when you were eavesdropping. He's an alpha and not just any alpha, he's an elite among elite."