The Alpha's Protective Brothers Novels & Stories

"I don't want you to be sad. I’m just… I'm just worried. You’ve been hiding from my brothers, remember? If they see you out there..." "Your brothers?" I laughed, sounding more confident than I felt. "Black, the more I stay here, the more I realize they have got nothing on you. They aren't going to do shit to me. Not when they know I’m under your protection. Not when they know the Alpha has me. They’re cowards compared to you. Come on." The praise worked like a charm. Black puffed out his chest, a smirk playing on his lips. "That’s true. They wouldn't dare."

I pressed back against the stone wall, wishing I could disappear into it. "Let me tell you a story," he said, crouching down so we were eye level. This close, I could see scars on his neck and arms, old ones that had healed badly. "Once upon a time, there were four Alpha brothers. The strongest, most powerful wolves in the northern territories." My breath caught. "Four?" "Four," he confirmed. "Rowan, Damon, Riven, and me. We ruled together, shared everything. Including the right to claim the next Luna when she appeared."

the Alpha says again, she has three alphas protecting her, and a badass Luna, an acting Beta, and her own brother here with her. "What about me Uncle? I'm Olivia's son too," Finn her little brother whines, getting the Luna's attention again. "Yeah, you got her attitude," he says hugging Finn too. "A drink?" the alpha asks us. "Yes please," I say. "The strongest you can offer," James adds. "Being his wolf for the last thirty years I have great options," the alpha assures us with a smile on his face.

’ I thought furiously, pulling my hair. My father was the Alpha of the Crimson Pack and the Alpha and Luna weren’t an admirable couple. Always fighting, resenting each other and regretting giving birth to us. That was painful. It wasn’t… a beautiful time, it was toxic, it used to give us headaches. As I was scowling, my elder brother with dangerous crimson eyes came, pulling my elbow down so I won’t hurt my hair in dismay. “Denzel,” Armiz, my elder brother who always stood beside me, held me close whenever I was saddened or scared.

More visible. "Tell me about your brother," I said. "Not the pack version. The real version." His expression shifted—not closed, but careful. "Why?" "Because you're the one who'll give me the version that costs him something to tell. And I think I need that version." A long moment. "He's—" Dominic stopped. Tried again. "He's the most honest person I've ever known, and the most reckless, and those things are not separate. He runs toward the things that are dangerous because he doesn't have the—the friction I have. The hesitation." Something moved in his jaw. "When our father died, I took the Alpha role because it was what the pack needed and what I was built for. Rafe—couldn't stay. He needed

Wayne looked at me with open disgust. "Leah, apologize to Nala right now. How did I ever end up tangled with a woman like you? I have terrible luck." His friends behind him covered their mouths as they laughed. "Leah, this really isn't a good look. Why can't you be kinder to your own sister?" "Exactly. Once Wayne becomes Alpha, plenty of shewolves will chase after him. Are you going to fight every single one of them?"

Let alone to even protect ourselves. They had always focused more on the Alphas and Omegas. The Alpha because they are known to be a protector and the Omega for them to not be born with as much strength as the other. I kind of get the gist for the Omega section to hunt the inner part of the forest, however, the Alphas? Not so much. I thought they were the 'protector', at least that was what everyone had been telling me. Instead, all I could see was them cowardly hidden behind the title, when the Betas were continuously abandoned.

“How long have you known Dylan?” “Since he was a child, my lady,” he replied cautiously. “Then you must be very familiar with him?” “I am, my lady.” I raised my brow. “Then tell me, is he the kind of man who, when threatened, withdraws people into his shell? The kind who believes that everything he owns, should not be touched by others?” The Beta kept quiet for a long time and then, at last, he said, “The Alpha is a protector. He dislikes the idea of other people taking over his domain.”

he sobbed into my shoulder. "Who is making you do this Bradley? Tell me and I can help you," I replied. And it's times like this where I think I would have made a better Luna then an Alpha. An Alpha is strong and protects everyone above themselves. An Alpha is a leader and knows all the right things to do to keep their people safe. An Alpha knows how to discipline those who need to be disciplined and how to show mercy to those who have done nothing wrong. An Alpha is someone the people admire, someone the people turn to at a period of crisis in the belief that their Alpha will get them out of that situation.

He forcefully channeled the vast Alpha energy within him into the broken fang. It was a forbidden resurrection technique among werewolves. An Alpha could exchange his life for the soul of a werewolf in his pack. "Elina, come back. I'll give up my life for yours. Please don't leave me." But it was all pointless. The dead couldn't be resurrected after their fang had been broken. I watched as he threw away his life force like it meant nothing. It wasn't until blood streamed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth that his face turned ashen.