Scarred Alpha Novels & Stories

I can’t look at him, not when the words themselves cut me raw. “It was hard being a single mother and a new alpha. I built this pack to give him a life of love, surrounded by wolves who also needed a fresh start and a family.” My voice falters, because even as I say it, I remember every lonely night, every time I smiled for Saben while breaking inside. “A life you lost because of me,” Levi cuts in, his words sharp and heavy, slicing through the air. Each syllable stings like claws raking over old wounds.

“Later. Not here.” Then the air completes the trick. Fresh draft through old rock. The men feel it too. “They’re shifting,” the second mutters when Hyden’s nails whisper on iron and Rowan’s teeth click once. The word Alpha arrives uninvited. He spits it like spittle can shrink it. “Worth double,” Scar Neck crows fear dressed as glee. “Worth a city.” “Touch them again,” I say, soft as frost, “and I’ll show you how a paring knife kills a man who thinks he’s a lock.”

Scar. The phone rang twice before a gravelly voice answered. "Well, well. If it isn't the Alpha king’s Beta calling the gutter rats." Scar was a former hunter of Blackcrest pack. He was banished by his Alpha for unnecessary brutality, even according to pack Laws. He went feral after his mate’s death and hasn’t quite healed. "I have a job," I said without preamble, eager to get my new set of orders carried out. "High pay, personal satisfaction guaranteed."

What happens now, I ask. We submit it, he says. Formally, to the Alpha King's review board, with your father's endorsement and mine as a former officer who filed against Vael once already. And then we wait for them to convene, and we hope that this time, unlike the last time, his standing is not sufficient to protect him from what the documents actually show.

“Did you not see the scratches on her arms? The marks on her face?” His wolf pushed violently against his skin, agitated and furious. “What kind of useless doctor are you?” The doctor looked seconds away from passing out. “T-they’re superficial injuries,” he stammered. “Just surface-level scratches. She’ll recover quickly...” “Shut up!” Justin barked. The entire room vibrated slightly beneath the force of his Alpha aura. “Do you have any idea what happens if a woman’s face is ruined?” he snapped furiously. “That’s a disaster!”

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

The details of the lines left behind tell a story of an excruciating battle. ‘Scars?’ I ask Ness. ‘They must be from another alpha. The alpha is the only wolf that can inflict the type of injury that would leave a scar.’ I scan the rest of him, noting the large and thick cock growing between a pair of thighs containing more defined muscle than I have ever seen. I look back to his eyes and quirk my eyebrow at him, signaling that I didn’t miss what was happening. He doesn’t shy away though; his eyes just burn a deeper green. “Not much I can do about that. You’re standing there looking at it. It kind of has a mind of its own. “

' I gave you a very simple task, but no you just couldn't carry it out, must I have to do everything by myself, just get the information I need but no you just couldn't do it " said Alpha scar, as he walked slowly towards the young man who was busy struggling to breathe with unbearable pain he felt on his right leg. " Am sorry, it seems he already knew that we were following him, the other men are dead, but I managed to escape. Please, Alpha, spare me and give me a second chance. " the young man kept begging for his life, as the elder's present stared at him in disdain. Alpha scar had been the alpha of the dark moon pack for so many seasons. Despite his brutality towards his pack, they could

The scarred man had transformed into a werewolf, but unlike the mindless beasts they faced, he retained his consciousness. With this newfound power, the scarred man unleashed a devastating onslaught against the Alpha, his strikes precise and calculated. Amelia watched in awe as the scarred man, now transformed into a powerful werewolf, clashed with the Alpha. Their movements were a blur of fangs, claws, and fur. The ground shook with each collision, and the air crackled with energy.

I'm sure he has many but I still ask. "You pack fears me, I'm sure you know the answer." Alpha Adrian's gaze drops to mine. "I sure do," I murmur looking down. I glance up at him again and something begins to snuggle at the back of my head, a frown form on my forehead trying to figure out what it is. "Alpha Linux is benevolent, if you choose to lay low he won't mind selling up his alliance for his friend." "I don't want his benevolence, he owes me that much."