Supreme Alpha Novels & Stories

Christian is now the Alpha of Nightshade pack; all werewolves in Alaska are under his command. When I became the Supreme Alpha, I'd had to give up my position as Alpha of the Nightshade Pack, as the Council's rules were clear—no Supreme Alpha could hold another leadership position. It was supposed to prevent conflicts of interest, but really…… it just meant I had to trust someone else to protect what was mine. That's why I'd made Christian the new Alpha of my old pack, while all the fifty Alphas across the United States and their pack members became my responsibility.

The protector, Terra pleaded. Kai chuckled, he had come this far and he had no intention of turning back just because some fancy human said so. “Do you know why they call me the supreme alpha, Terra?” The protector gasped at the mention of her name. Not many knew her by that and for this ambitious wolf to recognize her by that name says a lot by how much effort he has put into this. She remained silent to his questions, “Fine, I will answer that question myself,” he sighed, “the goal is to become supreme. It is not hard to understand, it is spelled out in the name.”

"Every pack is desperate for an heir to the Supreme Alpha." A shiver ran down my spine at his words. "That doesn’t make sense. The Supreme Alpha doesn’t accept anyone. I’ve heard traders say he doesn’t even look at a woman. That he never sleeps with anyone. That he’s either gay or... a eunuch." My voice was a harsh whisper, full of disbelief. Everyone knew of the Supreme Alpha’s reputation. He had no mate. He had never claimed a female. To some, he was a mystery. To others, a ruthless and untouchable king—more wolf than man. A primal being who cared for nothing but war and bloodshed.

As the Supreme Alpha, his power effortlessly brushed her arcana aside. Without a moment's hesitation, Adira rushed forward, placing herself directly between him and the others. "Alessandro, please! You only saw a fragment of our past life!" "Ahhh!" Adira screamed as Alessandro lunged, his hand clamping around her throat and lifting her entirely off the ground. Mason charged back into the fight, but the Supreme Alpha was too fast. In a swift motion, he vanished from the courtyard and reappeared inside the living room, slamming Adira hard against the solid wooden wall.

"Who are the Tsukuyomi assassins? I've never heard of them before." Gabriel turned to face me, and I could see genuine fear in his eyes for the first time since I'd known him. "They're the most ruthless, highly trained assassin organization across all seven continents. They're organized and funded directly by the Alpha Supreme himself, and they're only ever called in for the most important, most sensitive jobs. Targets that absolutely cannot be allowed to escape or survive." My blood ran cold. "So you're saying—" "That means the Alpha Supreme himself is after you too," Zayne finished quietly, squeezing my hand. "Not just the Hunters, but the most powerful supernatural leader in our entire wo

I said. "Supreme Alpha is born from descendants, Alpha Xander," said Elmerez. "It is very rare for a Supreme Alpha to be produced from the selection of ordinary Alphas. There are special criteria that are passed down from the first Supreme Alpha line and in this pack, it is the Riordan. You," replied Mr. Elmerez calmly. "Don't mess around, Xander!" my father snapped. I saw his unusual look in his eyes. He felt worried and angry at the same time. "This pack will be destroyed the moment a Supreme Alpha lets his hand go."

Things I thought I could never feel again. Who the hell was this man? I tore my gaze from his and met Rosemary's glaring eyes. I could see the hate emanating from them. The old Rubyrose would have been doomed— but not me. My gaze met Rosemary's as my expression softened, looking confused. “Sister please, who's he? You know I can't remember some things. Who… who is the Supreme Alpha? Can you tell me what I need to know about him?” Rosemary's eyes brightened at my question. She quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me a few steps aside. Her nails dug into my skin. The smile on her face didn’t match her eyes.

A warrior rushed past her like a shadow, cleaving a guard’s head off with a massive axe, while another drove a blade deep into the Crimson Moon captain’s chest. “LYRIA!” Selene turned, heart pounding… But her sister was gone. Swallowed by the chaos. The temple had become a slaughterhouse. Guards tried to fight back, but they were weak, unprepared for an attack during a wedding. Every second, more bodies hit the floor. More blood. More agony. And then... He walked in. Slow. Imposing. The only one without a mask. The Supreme Alpha of the North. Walking like the chaos meant nothing to him, with a wide grin across his face.

The only way to save our powers from their eyes was to hide it from them in the depths of the dark valleys and jungles. We lived in packs. Each city or town had a different pack run by a different leader that they called an 'Alpha'. The alpha was like the king of that pack who had the responsibility of keeping the pack safe from attacks of humans or other packs. I was given the alpha title as soon as I was born twenty three years ago, but at the age of Eighteen I officially took the place.

His scent is instilled in every crook of the condo, Adom can sense it as easy as dew forms before dawn. Alexander is an alpha. That's evident. Adom needs to decide how high up on his list of problems that certain aspect is. When he thinks about the way Alexander yielded to him last night without an ounce of fear his heart thumps. He's not sure he could ever do that in front of another alpha, let alone one he met in a bar. Alexander had laid himself bare right there in that alley and Adom had not thought twice about following him back to his house then. So why is the fact that Alexander is an alpha such a hindrance to Adom now, he thinks. Or is that not the problem at all? Adom furrows his br