The Alpha Agenda Novels & Stories

I wonder if they were moles too. Alpha Andrews is addressing us. "Good morning. I know most of you have been anxious to hear from us. I'm here this morning to tell you we have a plan and place." I turn to River and smile. He smiles back. His dad's on stage too. It looks like the whole Alpha council is here. "Ok." He shuffles papers. There's a territory map on the stage beside him.

I pour a generous amount, the liquid sloshing with a quiet swish, and take a long swig, letting the burn in my throat chase away the weight in my chest. With a heavy sigh, I lower myself into the leather chair behind my desk. The old wood creaks under my weight as I flip open the files I had sent over earlier. I start with the Alphas, each of the four who stood in that clearing just days ago, agreeing to this alliance. I scan through everything I have on them: political alignments, pack tensions, resource struggles, even old grudges. But there’s nothing. Not a single thread I can tug on.

His wolf was clawing at him, growling at his lack of action, at not claiming what was theirs. “My name is Tasha. And yes, I do feel that same pull. Yes, the urges are a pain in the ass. And that’s exactly why you’re here—for the wrong reasons. Not because you truly want me, but because your wolf’s pushing you too hard and the urges are bugging you too much. Well that’s not good enough for me.” “I stepped down from Alpha.” She was so startled she couldn’t speak for a few seconds. “What?” “My old Beta is now Alpha.”

“I’m going to need more than a vague monosyllabic answer, Kade.” I exhaled, running my hands through my hair. “Caleb Langley is…” A douchebag, an asshole, the biggest dickhead to walk the face of the earth. “Not a good person,” I finished. Andrea raised a brow. “You know him?” I nodded. “We went to Alpha Academy together.” Andrea scoffed. “That’s not a real thing.” “What?” “There isn’t actually an Alpha Academy, right?” I rolled my eyes. “Yes, there is. Think of it as finishing school or business school, if you will. It’s for Alpha heirs. They teach you all you need to know to rule a pack and negotiate the politics between other packs. Every powerful Alpha has gone to one.”

Flanna smiled knowing that she was waiting for an answer to her question. “I do not seek a traditional alliance between an Alpha and a witch that does whatever Alpha says. You don’t seem like a traditional Alpha. Rogue rehabilitation center is a credit to you. From some I have learnt about you we could work together to bring improvement and not suffocate each other in the process.” “I am neither the Alpha, not the heir,” Ada pointed out. “No, but you will win the Alpha challenge and I plan to help you.” Ada looked at Emil. Both knew there was no sense in denying it. She wondered if Vedma was spreading information.

"We will. Other Alphas been grouping. Scheming. Agreed on fresh rules. Fresh shields. Fresh spots for spell risks pre-hit. Calling it Evergreen Plan. After ya. After what ya did." Evergreen Plan. My tag. My mark. The bit that'd last past me. Proof my give-up counted. That losses weren't zilch. That we built better from the wreck. "That's solid. Real solid." "They wanna chat with ya. When set. Wanna thank formal. See ya as true Alpha. Some say ya should head Alliance. Grab from Thaddeus when he steps." Head Alliance. Me. The one they brushed as too fresh days back. Now want me bossing all. Funny if not so much.

Not just practicing our asses off for the songs to be perfect, but a way to help mitigate the Alpha command so that everyone could get free and head home. This week was the starting week of the Alpha Conference. It spanned over the course of three weeks. Alphas from all over came to our pack to renew treaties and build more advantageous alliances. It meant that the warriors were spread just a little bit thinner. That everyone was a little more on edge, and it was the perfect time to add a little chaos that everyone could get away with. “Alright. Speakers set at the correct angle and volume.” I checked my watch. “T-minus five minutes till fire alarm pull. Battle stations, everyone!”

"Yes and I do not know who among you is betraying me." Alpha Adam said, this time, turning his back away from them. Quickly all of them knelt down to him at once. "We can never betray or conspire against you alpha Adam, if we have conspired against you, may the goddess so deal with us greatly." Oliver said, and the others agreed to what he said. Alpha Adam turned to look at them and then he nodded his head. "Then find the spy, locate him or her and figure out what their next agenda will be. Oliver and Orion, we are going to buy the company from the humans, I can't give the Rarewolves more chance to meal growing stronger each day."

Dad said. “When should I attack them? I've been planning this for a long time, Beta Hugo?” Alpha Matthew asked. I held his wrist gently. “Dad just wants you to be more vigilant, Alpha Matthew. You know that Alpha Hughes is cunning. He could find out everything you’re planning if one of the spies you sent is caught.” Alpha Matthew sighed. “Okay.” “Hey guys, what’s the agenda for today's meeting?” Mark asked. “Obviously, we were discussing how to overtake Alpha Hughes’ control of Highcrown Walkers,” I said.

The raw, violent rage that had possessed him in the Vault began to cool, hardening into a brilliant, absolute tactical clarity. This wasn't just about vengeance anymore. It was about a revolution. "We're calling a meeting," Fennigan rumbled, his deep voice vibrating through the quiet office with the unyielding authority of a true Alpha. "An under-the-radar Alpha summit. No official channels, no paper trails, and absolutely no word to the capital." Jax slowly lowered his arms, his posture straightening as he felt the sheer, monumental weight of what his brother was proposing.