The Alpha's Vixen Novels & Stories

But before I could answer, my vision suddenly went dark until I completely lost consciousness. (XANTH’S POV) I was fast enough to catch the woman before she completely fell to the ground. Maybe the desire to help others prevailed so I was able to do that. After all, helping was one of my top priorities as the newly appointed Alpha of our pack. I should always have a good image while maintaining our position on top of the food chain. My father will hate me if I do something that will ruin the image of the pack. "Let me carry her." Khryx said and was about to touch her but I gave him a warning look. He raised both his hands like he was surrendering. "You carry her to the clinic then."

I made an irritating face. Juliana burst into laughter, which kind of made me wonder what I said wrong. "I'm sorry for laughing dear" she comports herself before continuing. "Alpha Tyler is the sweetest young Alpha I have ever known, he's the most respected Alpha in this region, he's strong, smart, handsome, has the best character, he can be brutal to his enemies but the sweetest to his friends and family, he takes care of everyone, you see my dear Melissa, Alpha Tyler is the best.

--- **Story 8: Queen of the Pack** **Chapter 1** The full moon hung heavy and blood-red over the ancient forest clearing. Selene Voss stood at the center of the stone circle, naked except for the ceremonial silver chains that draped across her body like jewelry. At twenty-eight, she was the first female alpha in three generations — powerful, fierce, and breathtaking. Long black hair cascaded down her back, her body toned and curvaceous with full breasts, strong thighs, and an aura of raw authority that made even the strongest wolves lower their eyes.

They are not wrong, anyway. I looked at myself in the mirror. A lady wearing a dress with no make up on. Just bare... Me. Who am I to even meet the eyes of the Alpha? When I came back, I made sure to hide in the shadows, so no one would try to look at a maid. So no one would be interested in me even though I know I'm not interesting. The music swelled around me as the alpha walked and dance with every girl and each of them seemed to have forgot breathing once they made contact with him. Polite, yes. But distant, cold, and not a glimpse of smile was seen from him.

She's my mistress, me. The giggle of the "Set" rose and applauded excitedly, saying with eyes shining with tears of laughter, "Look, who's talking?! Alexander, the ascetic!! Alexander, who has devoted his life to his pack and seeks to reunite all other packs under his banner, is ashamed of his mate, my mistress ?! Does your sacred pack know about the moon mate and that she is a rogue?!"

Once I stepped out, I would be strong again, but right this second, I needed a minute where I could break down. You’re allowed to be vulnerable, Amy. Megan sighed. But Nix was already shaking her head. She can’t. I just curled over my knees and allowed Nix to explain it. Nix straightened and turned. Alpha’s, especially female alphas, need to be strong. Stronger than their males because we get attacked so often. With us in here, she can be like this. But out in the world, she has to be strong, so she doesn’t open herself up to nonstop challenges.

I took a paper, then I wrote: We are the Palemane Claws. We rise not for vengeance, but for legacy. I vow to protect, to lead, and to never forget those we lost. I am Victoria. Daughter of Alphas. Current Alpha of this pack. And I am home. The next morning, golden light poured through the windows of the Alpha’s wing. It bathed the walls in warmth, in promise. Felix had already risen. He coordinated with warriors and trackers, adjusting rotations. Olivia handled the pups and omegas, helping them unpack and reassuring them. I watched them from the balcony—my most trusted people, quietly keeping the world turning.

Wolves are moving around the front lawn, a few of them tending to what looks like minor wounds, others deep in hushed conversation. I step out of the truck, the gravel crunching under my boots. The air smells of pine and smoke and something else, something that raises the hairs on the back of my neck. I scan the area, already looking for their Alpha. We need answers. Now. The moment Alpha Victoria emerges from the treeline, her presence is unmistakable, tall, confident, but with something guarded in her expression. She walks with purpose straight towards us, her steps sure despite the chaos that must’ve unfolded just hours ago.

Lex POV Greetings, fellow beings! I am Alpha Lex, the esteemed leader of the Black Widow Pack. Within the confines of my pack, we have a sanctuary. Where you will witness a harmonious coexistence of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, each with their unique strengths and vulnerabilities. Our purpose here is to extend our unwavering support and compassion to those who have lost their way. Whether it be due to their primal instincts overpowering their rationality or the heart-wrenching experiences of abandonment and mistreatment they have endured in their past packs.

Valerian demanded, his eyes were already scanning the expanse of land. "She wouldn't say." Turak came forward with a rather beautiful and ravishing female. "That would be close enough." Valerian said in a strong voice that even Turak was startled. "Surely, the great Alpha Xavier is not scared of an unassuming girl like myself." She said with a smile. "Great Alpha's have met their end at the hands of women." Valerian said without mincing his words. "You can either state your case, or be gone girl."