Scarred Alphas Novels & Stories

Kane says. I roll to the left of him as he rolls to right, shifting as he falls off the altar. The witches scream and rush away from him. For a moment, I forget that I’m supposed to get on his back. His exquisite, golden wolf transfixes me. The rarest of them all. The biggest and strongest wolf to walk this earth. Born only once every hundred years and known to us as the Alpha of Alphas. Wow. Well fuck, don’t the gods have a twisted sense of humour?

Ava's POV “The thing is…” Victor started. I narrowed my eyes slightly, waiting to hear the rest of his words. “…she is the one with our Alpha-Luna scroll.” “What?” The word snapped out of me before I could stop it. My brows shot up, genuine surprise breaking through the carefully controlled mask I’d been wearing. “Seriously? Why would she do that?” Of all the things I expected, that wasn’t one of them. The Alpha-Luna Scroll wasn’t just some record, it was sacred. Once an Alpha and his Luna had their names inscribed upon it, their union became law, recognized by the entire pack and bound under the authority of the elders. It wasn’t something that could be undone on a whim.

Aria's POV Alpha Kieran’s words rattled in my mind like broken glass. A curse? Four Alphas? Mates? A true mate? What were all these? I could not make any sense of it and it all sounded insane, like something out of a nightmare. And yet, the way he looked at me made my skin crawl. I let out a short laughter and smiled mischievously to myself. That bastard thinks he can tie me up here after spitting out some rubbish folktales from his mouth.

Luna Rita took her hand again, and smiled. "Alpha's are made of half pride. They are wolf and pride. Not wolf and human. Their human side is crushed by their pride as soon as they attain power. Power is what they long for. It's what they need. Supremacy. No matter how much they have, it is never enough for them. Never challenge an Alpha unless his defeat is sure. Their pride will kill anyone." "Luna Rita, I am sorry to offend you, but may I ask where you got that scar from?"

“Be quiet, Kane. As I see it, there is no reason for unhappiness here. For too long you've been a loner, stalking the Farlands in search of Outsiders to kill, only returning to the core to recharge your soul in the presence of the Source. ” "I had good cause, my boss." This time, it's another Alpha who speaks. This one is standing behind Orchidid, his hand placed protectively on her shoulder. His appearance is frightening, even more so than Kane. His head is shorn to a scalp crisscrossed with countless scars, just like the rest of his body. His face is covered in a thick beard that quivers as he speaks. “I used to feel like you too, Kane,” says the Alpha. “I loved Talia too. After she was ki

I still cannot process the thoughts and emotions running around in my head. “Alpha, I promise to give you a full report on the future Alphas condition as soon as I am done here but...” He starts. I cut him off. I know he has a job to do, but... I have to know. “TELL ME” I grate out, my voice gravelly with the presence of Spear in my words. My aura flying out of me. Me and my wolf both need to know how badly we fucked up. “Yes. She is scarred.” He says with a tremor in his voice.

he said, “You want your best friend and your Alpha to be the strongest in our clan, don’t you?” Draven nodded vigorously and I could see him wincing slightly in pain, but I didn’t know what was happening to him yet. “If I took down a wounded Sabretooth and you defeated an unknown beast that tore men apart with its claws, who is said to be stronger between the both of us, Draven?” he asked, each word calculated and cold. “You don’t have to reply, it’s obvious enough. Malric will return unscarred, he is the Alpha, we can only expect that much from him.”

I'm sure she'll forgive me if I told her I had found one of the people that rerouted our son's fund. I gripped the edge of my desk until my knuckles whitened. My wolf snarled, a low, dangerous sound vibrating inside me. First Eryn. Now this. Everything was spiraling, and I was losing my grip on the pack, on myself, on the people who mattered most. “Alpha,” The gamma's voice broke through the storm inside my head, “We’re still working but we believe we have bigger enemies than we thought. And if Rave was just a pawn, then whoever’s behind this… they’re still out there.”

Alpha-knock. We heard Marcus open it. "Marcus Stone," a new voice said, deep, accented. "I am Alpha Kade of Red Moon, West Coast. You have broken council law by recognizing a null mate and broadcasting our existence to humans. By old law, I challenge you for territory and for the nulls." Silence in the main room. Karl and I looked at each other. "Of course," Karl muttered. "We win against the humans, the wolves start." He took my hand, claws out a little.

There was one boy in particular that kept looking nervously her way. I walked to him. He was a scrawny looking kid, dark shaggy hair with brown eyes. Freckles covered his face and a scar that ran from his chin to his chest. Kneeling in front of him, “Where did you get that scar?” He looked shocked by my question for a minute before answering, “training.” “The only scars that stay on a body are those that are made by an alpha. Everything else fades.” I stated the fact. “Yes, sir. You are correct.” That made my blood boil.