Taming The Alpha Novels & Stories

Besides they had a system that kept them in check. On the other hand, rogues did whatever they wanted. They were uncontrollable. Although some did no harm to other people, it didn’t take away the fact that they were very reckless. To try and turn a rogue into a proper luna would be an uphill, almost impossible task. An alpha of a neighbouring pack had tried it a few years back and he’d lived to regret it. The woman destroyed his pack within months before rejecting him and running off to live as a rogue again. Alpha Axel couldn’t risk that.

It was a cold, calculating, and deeply intelligent glow. This was the Alpha. It didn't roar. It didn't charge blindly into the mud. It stood at the edge of the swamp, tilting its head as it studied the areas where its pack-mates had drowned. It looked at Mwajuma, and for a horrifying, split second, she saw something entirely human in its gaze—a flicker of tactical assessment, a spark of a soul trapped beneath a mountain of corrupted magic. The Alpha raised its right foot and stepped onto the surface of the swamp.

I wipe my face and begin walking toward him. "I will leave you alone, Alaska. I know you are committed to Finn, and I should let you be even if we are mates. Maybe we are not mates, and maybe I am just crazy because you told me no," Alpha says. He gets to the edge of the water and leaps into the air taking his wolf form. He begins running toward the pack house. FUCK! I come out of the water, leaping into the air and taking my wolf form, chasing him. Why am I chasing him?

he demands. “Apologies, Alpha, but I had to prioritize cleaning Juan and Denise's house before attending to my chores here,” I nervously explain to Alpha, my voice trembling with fear. As I attempt to take a step forward, Alpha forcefully seizes my arm and hurls me against the unyielding wall, eliciting a sharp cry of agony as the impact shatters something deep within my body. Before I can even react, Alpha swiftly crouches down, positioning themselves in front of me, their voice dripping with disdain and disappointment. “I should have never kept you in this pack, you pathetic mongrel. Your worthlessness is only surpassed by your inability to fulfill the simplest of tasks assigned to you.”

He kisses her check and walks up to the podium, raising his hands, everyone stops talking almost instantly. The ones who didn't shut up were growled at as they waited to here what the Alpha wanted! Clearing his throat Tam looks off into the distance for a second praying everything works out! "My fellow wolves I call you here today to find out where my son is and to put a stop too all the wrong doing. I am now your Full Alpha having taking my one True Soul mate, I now have power over all of the packs on this land as my Great Grandfathers once did! I do not wish to return to the old ways, I want all of us too be free and live in peace! This can only be accomplished by following my rules. If y

The primal symphony of snarls, growls, and yelps echoed through the narrow alleyways, creating a cacophony of primal fury. As Brianna cautiously opened her eyes, she witnessed the Alpha’s power in action. His movements were a dance of lethal precision. Each strike was calculated to subdue the rogues who had threatened her. The rogue leader, seemingly aware that they mess with the wrong wolf, attempted to retreat, but the Alpha pursued relentlessly, and he immediately chased him. “Ah—I’m so sorry, Alpha! I didn’t know that the Omega was yours. P-Please, spar—ACKH!!!”

All he saw was the flickering red reflection of the device at the base of Vane’s skull. Silas chuckled into the microphone. "He won't kill him. That’s the flaw of the natural Alpha. Sentiment. It’s a biological glitch in their DNA. My Anchor doesn't have feelings. It only has objectives." Silas tapped a command into his tablet. Vane’s movements became more erratic, more violent. He began to use his teeth, snapping at Cane’s throat. Cane finally shifted. The transformation was an explosion of fur and bone. A massive, silver-furred beast appeared. But even as a wolf, he remained purely defensive. He pinned Vane to the ground, using his superior Alpha weight to hold his brother still.

Tammy ask the alpha before I even have a chance to respond. "That he lost control and started attacking everyone for no reason." He turns his attention to Tammy. "Your men are lying." Tammy glare at the alpha. I place my hand on her shoulder silently telling her to calm down. She may be small and sweet but she does have a feisty side to her that she never really let show. I can see that the alphas are having an inner battle with themselves. They're not used to someone who's weaker than them to hold eye contact and talk to them the way Tammy is doing.

“You can choose to sit back and do nothing, but keep in mind that they took your soldiers before—and not even you could stop them. Think about what else they could take.” “This is a war we’ll never win.” “I thought the same, but now I see that I might be wrong. I think the Raventhorne Alpha is growing… soft. I killed two of his men, and then he discovered about the plot we’d hatched against his pack, but what did he do? He let the soldiers go—without even a single scratch on them. That alone is enough proof that the Mad Alpha is losing his bite. But there are also other rumours, rumours of an illness he is suffering from—”

A loud menacing growl tore from my chest resounding in all over the area, the growl of the Alpha. If even a hair from her head has been touched, I will first torture, then kill those motherfuckers!