Stark Varg Alpha Top Speed Novels & Stories

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

Varg was waiting. The Alpha was a monster of a man, even in his half-shifted form—towering, heavy with muscle, thick black fur covering his chest and arms. His cock already hung heavy between his legs, thick and veined, the knot at the base already starting to swell. He looked at Serena like she was nothing but meat. “So this is the rogue bitch who thinks she can steal from my land,” he growled, voice mean and filled with aura “Killed her own kind and still got the nerve to come sniffing around here.”

ALPHA MAX CHAPTER 19: "What are you doing here in my territory?" Max snarled at the rogue, he was pissed that the rogues across his pack, the strongest pack in America as well the Blood Stone Pack. "I didn't know that it was the Dark Knights pack." He silently said, he was hiding something and Max was determined to know that. "Bring my tools, I hate liars." He growled and grabbed his least harmful tool which is the whip without the spark.

“Why? What happened?” “That wretched good for nothing Ripper!” Dad cursed. “What did he do this time around?” I asked. “He attacked our betas and most of them are severely injured and undergoing critical treatments, including beta Harrison, our Alpha’s best friend.” “Oh!” I exclaimed, acting like I didn’t know. “That’s not good at all.” Mum snarled. “How I wish Alpha Dexter would kill off that murderous bastard before he ruins everything for us.” “Alpha Dexter?” I scoffed, remembering his shameful act of cowardice and betrayal.

Royale Pack Territory United States Valentina's POV: I was given only half hour by my mate to pick my necessities and to be ready to roll to Royale Pack. The entourage of my pack seemed like insignificant infront of the entourage of the Alfa Re. Almost 20 high ranking specially trained members of Reale Lupos Forze Armate were surrounding Alfa Re and William and a convoy of 10 highly customised luxury Rolls Royce Sweptails was parked nearby.

Darren's pov The shock of what this woman just told me immediately summoned nervous goosebumps around my entire body. I stood up facing her then she was still smiling from ear-to-ear as if she had told the funniest joke of the century. I was feeling my heart pounding inside my chest. This woman was actually serious about whatever she was planning. "You have to let me go, I am an Alpha.." She nodded. "I am fully aware of who you are which is why you should be grateful to me that I have found use for you if not I would have decided to kill you the moment I saw you,"

One by one, they fell to the pack's razor-sharp claws and savage teeth. The Alpha watched from a distance, his eyes glowing with a fierce pride. He had led his pack to victory once again, proving that they were the true rulers of the forest. But even as he basked in the glory of his triumph, something nagged at him - a feeling of restlessness, a hunger that could not be sated.

The clang of steel against steel rang like thunder across the battlefield, echoing beneath the violet twilight sky. War cries rippled through the air, sharp and savage, as faeries and warriors cloaked in gleaming silver and cobalt armor clashed with the primal force of the werewolves—taller, broader, snarling, shifting between beasts and man. Blades flashed. Arrows danced like fireflies. And the earth trembled with rage of ancient magic. In the heart of it all, stood Alpha Don Ryker, his massive form soaked in blood and fury, golden eyes burning with defiance.

Something dark and certain moved through his eyes. "At this moment," he said, "yes." The door burst open without a knock. Kieran stood in the frame, breathing hard, his expression stripped of every layer of composure Lyra had seen on him until now. "My Alpha," he said. "The eastern border. Varis Duskfang's wolves have crossed the line." Draven's hand did not leave Lyra's waist immediately. For one heartbeat, one single suspended heartbeat, his eyes stayed on her face, and something passed through them that looked almost like regret.

But, this is what happens when I let myself succumb to anger and I just let it all out, especially to someone I hate. He quickly blocked all my movements and also gave me a few punches. I knelt on one knee, extended my right leg, and knocked him off his feet. His reflexes must have failed him when he had him on his back, again. However, he quickly pushed his back off the ground and turned the situation around. In the end, he proved to me that he was truly the Alpha. I bet normal werewolves like Allen will be taken out in the first round. Even though he was Alpha and all, he was lucky to escape a few bruises and bloody cuts.