Scarred Alphas Novels & Stories

The Alpha asked in a mockery tone, and I hid my face in shame cursing Scar, this is all her fault “Dont fucking curse me you're the one enjoying the mean” Scar blasted me, “Come here” The Alpha grabbed my face, surprising me as he took a wiper from the box and began wiping my messy mouth, I was lost staring at his Icy blue eyes “Don't you think you're staring too much?”

He continued scheming. "Why do you even want this?" "I miss the old Touya. That's all." He said. "You know, alphas are supposed to be elite... superior but I heard rumors about some alphas wanting to take it up the ass, are you by any chance-" "That's enough." He yelled. "Are you?" I pressed.

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

Scarlet blinked. Then she laughed. A hard, mocking sound that bounced off the mansion walls like an insult carved into stone. “You want me to help you?” she scoffed. “Are you hearing yourself? You’re an Alpha. A whole damn Alpha. And you can’t handle one ordinary wolf and your pathetic Beta?” She stepped closer, eyes blazing. “You’re telling me the mighty Alpha Ronan is being played like a dumbass puppet by Liora and Alaric?” Scarlet’s voice dripped venom. “What is this? A comedy show?”

“Wolves, think they know everything, but they know little, it seems. They like to believe in fairy tales, not what is right in front of them.” Jack yells, “What are you waiting for? Finish her!” I glare at the old fuck. “She can’t. Just as you can’t! You genocidal, narcissist fuck, only an Alpha can end an Alpha.” I look between Frank and me. “We are the only two here.” Frank growls. “Scarlet, if you touch one hair on her head, I will kill you myself.” Scarelt recoils with a whimper. Now, maybe she finally realizes that she would never have him. She shifts back.

’ Ebony drops her big head in defeat and stalks past me into the forest. The leader of Shallow Creek pack is a formidable Alpha who goes by the name ‘Scarface.’ I’ve never personally met the man but I have been told he has a huge, deep scar that runs from the top of his forehead, through his right eye and down to his chin. His battle scar from the uprising that broke our people out of the binds of slavery. If I follow Zev into his territory then I am asking for a fight. Better to leave Zev at the mercy of his ruthless pack than risk all our necks for the sake of retribution. Blake and Bleiz exchange a glance, and even if wolf form, I’m sure I detect a slight eye roll. I growl viciously and a

Rhea’s POV “Alpha!” Scarface’s voice cracked the silence like a whip. He doubled over, clutching his arm where the mark burned through his sleeve. The scent of scorched flesh hit the air, sharp and metallic. His eyes widened in horror. I blinked, frozen. My hand still throbbed, the same hand that monster had gripped moments ago. The ache pulsed in rhythm with the faint glow still shimmering under his skin. “Leave,” Alpha Malric rasped, his breath uneven. His voice wasn’t his own anymore, it was layered, as though something monstrous inside him was speaking too.

Once he has the alpha pressed to the ground, he yanks out the blade hidden at the back of his boots and charges, but Scar grabs the blade before it meets his throat. “Shoot him! Fucking shoot him!” Scar screams, the blade cutting through his palm and getting closer and closer to his throat, his eyes widening as he stares at the murderous eyes of Valen, who stares at him with a maniacal smile. Scar's men struggle to withstand the crushing weight of the mad alpha's pheromones. Gritting their teeth, they force their trembling arms up and aim their guns, but before they can pull the trigger, gunshots suddenly erupt from all directions.

In the world of Alphas, where egos often clashed, we had managed to maintain a steadfast bond that transcended any obstacle. I couldn’t help but reflect on Alex’s journey after his parents were killed during a rogue attack when we were just sixteen. Stepping up as Alpha amid tragedy, he faced numerous challenges, including his uncle’s opposition. He managed to rebuild his pack from the ground up, staying true to his ideals. Together with Sean and me, he founded a successful company and took over his late father’s other ventures. Beneath his smile lay the pain of his past, hidden from most.

“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.”