Submitting To Three Alphas Novels & Stories

I ask. "Your old pack appears to be looking for you,” She says. "Well, I'm not surprised,” I comment, taking the notice and looking down at it. “Elseway they can’t claim me dead and appoint a new Alpha … This is funny,” Fire Moon looks confused. “What?” "This…,” I point to the drawing of me, which is situated underneath a headline reading: MISSING Alpha, “Our Beta drew this.” “Your beta?” She asks. Cana growls angrily.

I nodded and looked at the man for a second before raising an eyebrow. “Basically most of your auctions are taken care of there?” She asked, and I smirked. “Smart,” he said, and I rolled my eyes. “But yes, Los Angeles has three Alphas, I am one of them, who share the territory. We are all against all kinds of auctions, especially some that would be more or less aggressive. Now, there are ones that we tend to approve of, and they are those that are normal, be it on lands, artifacts, stolen or not, and different types of alcohol.”

Listening. Trusting. "The Alpha Trial," I continued, voice steady, "has three measures. Strength. Judgment. And the will of the pack." A ripple of recognition moved through the older wolves. The ones who remembered. Who knew the old laws. Elder Kael nodded slowly. Elder Soren sat forward. Seraphina's face drained of color. "And," I added, meeting Bragg gaze at last, "cheating disqualifies a challenger from the latter two." Silence.

She planned to milk this experience for all it was worth, by the time they left this place, she would at least have basic knowledge of werewolves, and not just some ideology from an outsider. “Well ,there are the thetas, the betas and the Alphas. The Alphas are at the top of the ladder, there’s usually one for each state, then there are regional Alphas, chosen among the state Alphas, Continental Alphas, then there’s an Alpha Supreme, he’s the head Alpha of the world. The Alphas make the decisions around here, they sign treaties, basically, they are like Presidents. After them, we have Betas, they act like Vice Presidents, only, they do more, the Betas are the head warriors of every pack, the

CLAYTON'S POV The rest of the day was filled with even more research before I went back to let the three Alphas know my final decision. Now that we knew they were together, I met with all three of them at once. “We didn’t mean to deceive you. These are just difficult times,” Alpha Yates stated solemnly. The other two Alphas were Alpha Rothschild and Alpha Timbers. “I complete understand, and that’s why we’re offering you our help,” I told them.

“It’s ruled by three.” I blinked, my mind spinning. “Three?” I whispered, my voice trembling. She gave me a small, knowing smile. “You’re about to meet your Alphas.” My knees almostgave out, my heart pounding so fast I thought I’d faint. Three Alphas? What kind of curse had I walked into?

I knew little about the world of wolves, I had only been warned to avoid the alphas at all costs, because I was one too, and if they were not familiar there was some rivalry for some things, plus they had aggressive behavior towards others. At that time the world was divided between normal people, wolves and vampires. Humans did not know of the existence of these two races, by decision of both parties avoided this at all costs and tried to live in harmony with each other, there were laws about coexistence. They should never mix any of the two. That was totally forbidden, although the only thing we had in common was the existence of the Alphas, Betas and Omegas, which was handled in the same

“You're sure that's the name they gave us?” “That's what the warriors said earlier,” I replied, keeping my voice low as we continued walking. “An Alpha arrived before sunset with his own warriors, and the elders apparently knew him.” Caspian remained silent, his brows pulled together as he looked like he was deep in thought. “Right now, I only care about finding out whether Thalia is here.”

Ingrid grounded out, an ugly scowl marring her face. I gasped at the accusation. “No. Never. I am not into sorcery.” Then I fell to the floor, head down in a pleading manner. “Please Alpha, spare my life. I am only but an omega who dare not match your standards.” The three alphas regarded me wordlessly for a while until Alpha Lance boomed. “Everyone leave. Now.” Alpha Lance was in disbelief as he watched everyone leave the room, including a confused Ingrid. He was still trying to wrap his head around the situation and understand how I could be the mate to all of them.

“Observe. Respond. Endure. Every twitch, every breath, every subtle motion threads through scrutiny, heat, and claim. Awareness and submission are tethered. Every inch is claimed.” The scouts pressed closer. Tension thickened in the air. I knelt, trembling slightly, chest rising and falling unevenly. I was painfully aware that my body was fully observed and fully claimed. Heat flared sharper. Nerves sang with overstimulation. Pulse hammered. Every twitch, every quiver, every breath was layered under the attention of the three alphas, tethered and owned. Hours passed deliberately. They guided me through extended positions while the scouts watched with open challenge.