The Alpha Who Faked A Broken Wolf Novels & Stories

I could feel it. I was next in line for the position of the Alpha. It was two months till the Carmella, and I'd not yet found my mate. I was going to suffer for being the freak of the Pack. This was a big crime. Anyone who ever happened to pass their eighteenth year without finding their mate, here in the South Pack, was considered an anomaly. They were always banished, while the unfortunate ones ended up being killed. I swallowed hard at the thought. A knock on the door jerked me away from my thought. "Come in," I said in a placid tone, sensing it was my mother. I watched in the mirror as the door swung aside and true to my expectation, it was her.

That was how I had no choice but to change into my wolf form and sprint out through the window and into the woods, running with everything like my life depended on it, because it did. Alpha Kane's last words were, "If I set my eyes on you again, I'll make sure they are the last things you see before sending you to hell." And for someone whose strength rivaled everyone else's and was called the alpha of death, I had no doubt he'd fulfilled that promise to millions of others in the past. When I jumped out the window, I was working purely on adrenaline and didn't notice the sprain in my ankle, nor the fact that my pheromones were leaking and we were still underneath the auspicious hour of the b

My father paused before suddenly yelling at me really loudly, "What's with the crying?! An Alpha's daughter only bleeds but never cries! Tell me, did that rascal bully you?!" I wanted to say 'No' nonchalantly, but all reason fell apart when I heard the familiar yelling. "He never loved me, Dad…" I cried and grieved like a little child. Tears poured down my face like a waterfall. They refused to stop no matter how hard I tried. I used up a lifetime of tears in that call. My father was initially quiet, but he soon cried with me as well. "Oh, my poor Rhea. Come home. Heavenly Wolf Pack will always be your home."

I heard the voice again. “Who the hell are you and what have you done to me?” “Relax, Rosa. I'm your wolf, and you just went through your first stage of shifting.” “Have you lost your damn mind? I'm a human!” “That's what your parents wanted you to believe, the bracket you lost three months ago while fighting with Thanos was the reason I was sealed, your parents wanted you to believe you're a human that's why I was sealed.” “That doesn't make any sense, why would they seal me away from who I am?”

Dozens of dead wolves scattered around and one Alpha. Alpha Tony sitting in the middle of some of his pack members. he’s covered in blood, scars, and tears… in his hand lies a piece of green flesh-like material. “She attacked us, well some of us and we had to flee. They are powerful, more powerful than I remember them. She didn’t even have to lay a finger. She just used a spell and shadows crawled from beneath the earth and started ripping them apart. Those who remained ran with me to you… we came to seek refuge but they caught us.”

"I've heard a rumor. They say he's a broken Alpha. The Kennedy family really values their Alpha status, so only Mr. Allen is recognized by the boss." "What do you mean by a broken Alpha?" "He doesn't function. I don't know the details, but he's clearly broken. Why would the boss keep a son like that if he didn't want him? Even though Mr. Allen is very competent to take care of Rosat's matters alone. ." Aslan pressed his own phone. Even though he spoke quietly, Aslan could hear all the gossip. Aslan had intended to be cooperative when he was at Rosat headquarters. He didn't want to make a fuss. But his delinquent soul couldn't stand to hear others insult him.

"But, Acacik, my wolf is that exact individual. Right down to the tactical gear and the basic transport—my beast prefers maximum utility when executing a long-range patrol, and my primary armored vehicle suffered an axle failure along the Northern Hunt Path." "Negative, you are not that wolf. The field gear and the broken transport are superficial variables. You are the Alpha who deployed a cloaking field against my tracking senses, who manipulated my instinctual readings, who forced my beast to believe he had found a genuine ally. The Alpha who lacked the absolute... the raw guts to drop his shields, trust my processing power, and debate this contract in a rational, dominant manner." "You e

"Alpha sorry to disturb you but I've just had a link of Wilson, they've just had a wolf turn up at the borders, he looks like he's been beaten pretty bad and he's asked for you." "Who is he?" "It's Jacoby, Alpha." WHAT THE FUCK?

He looked very feral, and dangerous. And then, the real showstopper entered the scene. It was a massive black wolf with eyes like red-hot embers, striding into the clearing. Now, brace yourselves, 'cause here's where things get wild. The big bad black wolf walked towards the three and the terrified lady. It sniffed at her, baring its teeth against her before it transformed into a... wait for it... a muscled, tatted-up dude who looked like he'd just walked out of a Marvel movie. Meet Alpha Damian, a silver fox in his late 40s, and a total Alpha with a capital A. Though not an Alpha of a real pack, he was the Alpha of this carefully selected rogue werewolf who was banished from their original.

The warriors charged forward, their fists bared. Behind the broken doorway crept five wolves, no, six, all huge, all strangers. Their coats were tangled, their coloring dark, eyes glowing red from the sunlight. Rogue wolves. The leader, the largest, transformed mid-step into a man. The scarred man from the rear of the room. He grinned, flashing too many teeth. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said, his tone dripping with malice. “But the *real* Alpha has sent me to collect what's his.”