Taming The Feral Alpha Novels & Stories

I was closing in on the tail of the feral, I looked to the left and Alyse was gliding through the forest parallel to me. *Push in, now, before it gets to the border* Alyse and I closed the distance until we were running at its side. The Feral panicked and lunged at Alyse. I pushed off hard and flew myself through the air, landing on its back. I hit it hard enough that it missed Alyse. We rolled along the ground as I dug in my claws, I tried to get a grip on its neck with my teeth but couldn’t get the right angle. We hit hard against a wide tree trunk, dislodging my hold on the Ferals back. We bounced apart and I jumped back up to my feet. I growled and barked, snapping my jaws threateningly

He let out a roar of pure, animalistic agony. In that moment of absolute betrayal, his Alpha bloodline finally, violently, awakened. Silver claws burst from his fingertips. His canines lengthened into fangs. He threw himself at the feral horde, a beast driven mad by rage. One, two, three... Liam tore through every feral wolf that came at us, the passage running red with blood. We fought alongside him, desperately holding back the tide. Half an hour later, the last feral fell. The tunnel was silent except for our ragged breathing. Liam knelt in a pile of wolf corpses, drenched in blood that mostly wasn't his.

His hand shot forward, catching the attacker’s arm mid-swing, and he pulled him in hard, using the man’s own momentum against him. His other hand came up and drove straight through the man’s chest. A wet, choking sound escaped him as Damien tore his hand free. In the academy…they were taught one thing…tapping into feral mode. It’s a state that allows the powers of your Alpha to really take over…and in that form, killing basically becomes a habit. “Who dies next..?” Damien’s tone was now filled with bloodlust. He turned on the next one before they could regroup, his movements quicker and much more aggressive. A strike to the knee dropped the man instantly, followed by a clean snap of the neck

“His pack was attacked, and he’s in the middle of a crisis. Aside from that, our people can no longer go on hunts. I don’t know how much longer we can take this.” “Patterns!” the Alpha from Stormwatch finally said. “Ferals copy patterns. As you know, they’re stuck between two worlds. They have no policies, no formal training, no teachings. The only thing they do exceptionally well is learn patterns.” “What do you mean?” Finn asked for the first time. His voice was rough, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in a month. “They learn your fighting patterns and store them,” the Stormwatch Alpha explained. “They study how your warriors move, how they attack. By the time you’ve engaged them once, tw

With trembling fingers, I flip through the pages until I find Garnet City. My heart nearly stops as I see the entire city marked in red, labeled "Feral Alpha's Territory." At the bottom of the page, a small note reads: "While Garnet City is an entirely human settlement, it falls within the territory of the Feral Alpha, formerly known as Dominicus Amadeus. The city is situated on the former grounds of the Amadeus pack."

She practically devoured me, moving at a crazy rhythm, back and forth, almost mimicking the most sacred act that can exist between an Alpha and his Luna. In a short time, our frenzy changed into vigilance. The beast was close, almost breathing into my neck. I withdraw slowly, not losing touch with the emerald in her eyes. So I wrapped Teresa into a tight embrace, almost covering her eyes, looking for shelter in the hollow of my neck; at this point, I tried a connection with this renegade. I dipped my face into her hair and my eyes instantly turned red.

They move with a slow, predatory grace that makes my stomach flip. Alpha Prime leads them. He is the largest, a wall of scarred muscle with eyes that glow a dark, hungry gold. He doesn't wear a shirt, and the heat radiating off his chest is like a furnace. Behind him are the Twins, Silas and Kael. They are identical, massive, and move in total sync, their heavy boots thudding against the floor at the exact same time. Trailing behind is the Feral. He is the youngest, and his eyes are wide and wild. He looks sick with lust, his chest heaving as he catches the scent of my heat.

What in the world is that substance? A booming laughter filled the alley and the guy started talking to himself. “What he said is true! Ah! I feel it! I’m becoming a Prime!” Prime? No, this man was becoming a Feral! She gritted her teeth hard. A Feral was already dangerous for everybody, but a Feral Alpha in rut who took some f—d up substance was deadly! She needed to get out of here as soon as possible! “It’s time for our mating, my dear!” he growled again as he made his way towards her.

in a sarcastic manner. Alpha Beowulf went feral,he was a huge man,he charged towards Luke like a bull dog trying to punch him, Luke dodged him but he was too late to notice when Alpha Beowulf kicked his leg, Luke fell down on one knees,Alpha Beowulf flipped him backwards and smacked him down,a sound of bone breaking could be heard.smile of victory could be seen dancing in Alpha Beowulf's Luna and son's eyes. "Is that all you got as an alpha that has experience and has lived for ages,am quite disappointed,I have not even used quarter of my strength on you and you are already acting like a mad dog."

Casie sighed before closing her eyes. "This is the tale of my elder sister, Amora Roosevelt, the heir of the Alpha's position of Black Heart pack. We were not known as black hearts for no reason. Our actions were just like our name, black. So we had never guessed that the to-be alpha of the pack, the ruthless and untamable, would fall for a person of a different species," She took a deep breath.