Sigma Wolf Background Novels & Stories

She rolled her eyes. I didn't have a coffee maker. "Huh," I sat back down, chomping on the pastry. This woman was a werewolf, and I'm more worried about why my house didn't have an espresso machine. "I'm Christine," I muttered. Pamela then began to pour out her life story. Literally, her mouth vomited everything about her. Her dad Sigma wolf, meaning he was like an Alpha wolf that could rule a pack, but as the ability to be alone. He took the loner type and ended up stalking his mother, who was also human, and grabbed her and rushed her away to his cabin.

From the dense shadows of the forest, Malrik watched the scene unfold with keen interest. His amber eyes gleamed, reflecting the eerie red glow emanating from Hugo’s wolf form. The Alpha’s primal rage, his unrelenting ferocity—it was exactly what Malrik had expected. But it was Sarai’s voice, trembling yet firm, that truly intrigued him. She had been the one to pull Hugo back from the brink, to quiet the beast within. It was a bond Malrik could twist to his advantage.

He appeared similar in age to Oliver's father, and by his position at the table next to the Alpha's chair, I had to assume he was someone very high up as well. "No," Parker growled with disgust and frustration. "They were too frail, on the verge of dying at any moment. From their taste, I would assume they were also already diseased or maybe even drugged. As soon as I made contact with the first wolf, its body crumbled. The impact killed it almost immediately. I was surprised they were able to make it as far onto our land as they did." I glanced back to Oliver as his hand tightened around mine. His jaw was tense, the muscle in his cheek flexing as he clenched his teeth.

He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does." "Beg my ass" he scoffed out a mirthless chuckle and pointed the gun towards Andre "You will not tell me what to do with her. Do you understand me!" Andre said, "Calm down. That will do, Norris. There is no need for that." My lips trembled at the drama. They wouldn't dare to fight me or my wolf, because we both were just deadly. I could single-handedly take on a whole Pack and beat them to a pulp.

Pasha laughed. It sounds unrealistic, but it's true. My animal is a she-wolf,” I explained, extinguishing the fire in my palm. “Usually female werewolves are born without abilities and they have only one fate, to be a wife and raise children. They don't even choose their own husband. Men decide everything for them: fathers, brothers. Who is older in the family. - You're a guy! Pasha interrupted me, not really believing my story. What the hell are kids?

That day he became a werewolf. Little did he know that his new-found power would not shield him from the troubles to come, rather they would put him at the center of everything. The Idols knew that a war was coming unlike any war that had ever been fought. Hence, they created an army unlike any army that had ever been created: Strength- the iron werewolf… Chapter 4. 40 YEARS AGO. Samson came into the Loveland kingdom from the northern nomadic tribes. He came as a simple scholar in search of knowledge.

Kassandra's POV: First off let me tell you how I got to be an omega in my pack. It was one tragic night when I was 14 and I was at home with my parents, the alpha and luna of the Red river pack in texas. I had just got home from school and went to take a nap when I heard a noise from the living room. I went down to check it out and saw that three rogues had found their way into our house. Next thing I know my father was dead and my mother told me to run and that's what i did.

He connected one to her vein. "How do you feel, your Highness? Did her blood help you in any way?" After observing Sarah for a few minutes, Beta Waylen inquired. "Yes, I feel stronger. Incredibly strong. But I'm also struggling to contain my powers. I feel like I might lose my mind at any time. Who the hell is she? Why is she doing this to me?" "I'm currently gathering information regarding her birth and her parents, but nothing extraordinary. She's popularly known as the wolf-less she-wolf. She is the only she-wolf in our pack who does not own a wolf. She has been weak all her life," Beta Waylen explained.

I had no life. I am Charia Wolfenstein, daughter of the greatest Alpha Lugard Wolfenstein of the Red Moon pack. I had no wolf and had been hidden by my family since birth, locked in a room like Rapunzel. The one opportunity I get to be out, I was made an Epsilon by my father, he gave me a mission - to slay Alpha Ryder who happened to be the second- greatest wolf alive. I escaped on my first trial,

“Why don’t we sit down, and you tell me about this she-wolf. Maybe we can help each other out.” I sat on the sofa opposite the door, my wolf was on edge, urging me to continue lying to the man before me as he sat in a recliner. I was curious how he thought I could help him. It didn’t make sense that my search for another assassin would benefit him, but then again everything I knew about the guild was based in rumor alone. “Tell me about the she-wolf.” He prompted, watching me from where he sat. “She was petite, black hair, green eyes. We don’t know how she managed to get as close as she did to our Alpha. She ran, I followed her scent here.” I replied, forcing my voice to remain steady.