The Alpha's Vixen Novels & Stories

But that didn’t bother her, giving into her animal instincts gave her solace, gave her peace. Within a few seconds, the white wolf was gone, and in its place stood a tall, lean woman with hair almost as white as snow and eyes as blue as the endless oceans. In place of the white wolf, now stood Mikalya Carnell, the first ever Female Alpha in the world dominated by male shifters.

, she said quickly excitement is written all over her face. I stared at her suspiciously, I didn't have many reasons to doubt Hayden, she was the cousin sister to Alpha Lucas of the moonlight pack. Plus I was extraordinarily beautiful, I am endowed with beauty by the moon goddess, I had the perfect figure, blond hair, very white skin, and dark grey eyes. Also, I was one of the most powerful women around, I wasn't just a werewolf I was the only daughter to my late father, I was Alpha Alex's heir and the heir to the Vikings pack, I was to be their FEMALE ALPHA. The alpha blood still runs in my blood and I was extraordinarily powerful. I was loved by everyone in the Moonlight pack even though I

Amber took some few steps closer to her. "Why don't you let me show you how a true Alpha behaves?" She sprinted to her at the snap of a finger and grappled her neck. Jenna grasped for breath as her eyes went red.

I did not answer him. The Rogues shoved me forward until I stood beside the others. My former subordinates looked at me in disbelief, whispering amongst themselves. "Freeda!" Alex called out to me once more. I glanced at him, tears welling up. As they rolled over the deep gashes on my face, pain shot through me like fire. "Don't you know who she is? She is the only Alpha Female of Valdora! How dare you do this to her!" Alex shouted at the Rogues.

Alpha Zain's pov I wasn't happy with everything that was going on. My father Alpha Vixen made me take a bride from the Blood-moon pack in order to settle the upcoming war he had with them. For him, a good woman would buy his heart any day and anytime. I hadn't seen her before but the moment I set my eyes on her, my wolf howled in excitement. She was like an angel. Her pale milky skin went with her ginger brown hair and hazel hers. She wasn't smiling but I could tell she would look like an angel if she did because even her anger made her look as cute as a teddy bear.

"You have no business here, Alpha." I got up and walked towards her. Her set face and stance made me know she wasn't going to tell me anything. So, I called up my alpha powers. My eyes flashed red and hers were yellow. Her claws extended from her hands, and before she could attack me again, I grabbed her neck and said in the Alpha's voice, "Stop!" It worked. That meant she must have been an Omega of a pack and being long for by her. Alpha that she couldn't withstand the command of another Alpha. She topped writling. I let her go and grabbed a seat.

And in Woodhidge-high, the most notorious bully was Clenk. Clenk Harris was a seventeen year old werewolf whose parents were quite rich. He was by miles, the strongest werewolf—his age—in town. His strength was just a gift to him, he wasn't a leader of any sort, yet he was an Alpha. He was born an alpha. Alphas generally get their level of authority and power after they have invested in leading a particular pack or killing another alpha werewolf. However, there aren't many alphas anymore because there wasn't any pack to rule. Over time, the werewolf culture has been forced to go through changes and series of phases because of the intimidating ever-growing nature of the humans. While, werewol

His brows dipped as he raked his brain for the answer, then he snapped his fingers and said, "Lilith Rivera." "And you were the arrogant alpha," my little she-wolf seethed, steeling her shoulders and stepping to my side as more of an equal to me, "I remember you, too," Lilith's attention then fell on the werewolf Queen, "I take it you're his mate." The current Alpha of Alphas smiled as if she found the entire exchange amusing, "I am. You can call me Alpha Sydney." "A female Alpha?" Lilith asked with confusion coloring her tone.

It was carved with strange symbols that made my head hurt if I looked at them too long. "You are the Alpha?" she asked. Her voice was like music, but a scary kind of music. It was a melodic, chilling rasp that made the hair on my arms stand up. It felt like a soft hand and a sharp knife at the same time. "I am Alpha Theron," I said, stepping closer. As I got near her, a violent, magnetic pull hit me in the stomach. It was so strong I almost fell over. My wolf, who had been sleeping and sad for five years, suddenly woke up. He started howling inside my head. MATE! MATE! MATE!

Now, she was a prisoner, her spirit crushed under the weight of fear, her joy replaced by a chilling silence. The thought of Vicky's fate, the grim reality of their situation, brought a wave of anger crashing over Jessica. Landon, the Alpha of this vile pack, had chosen her as his mate. She, the outcast, the one everyone had deemed unworthy, was his obsession, his prize. He had dared to claim her, to defile her freedom, to reduce her to a trophy in his game of power. He had dared to insult her, to dismiss her, to call her weak.