Romans & histoires Three Alpha Wolves

The body of the man fell heavily, convulsing for a few moments before it went cold and silent. Alpha Drake had a smirk on his face, making him look like a descendant of hell. His elongated claws dripped blood as he pointed at the remaining four wolves. He didn't need to say much, but the men all fell on their knees. Hoping to be spared. " Useless," he spat, his eyes carrying disgust. " Alpha, we already know where the sacred howling was heard. Why don't we go full massacre spree?" One of the men suggested, hoping to quell Alpha Drake's anger.

I said when I looked back up. “So, that means the Witch's new High Priestess was right. Seems we will lose three of our kind to the others.” Luna Morgan said to the Alpha and Beta pair. “Luna?” “Dravo was just the first. The Witch’s Seer had a vision that three wolves from the highest pack, ours, would be mated to the leaders of the world. We know that you are uncomfortable with a lot of things regarding mates and that’s why we wanted to speak to you both together, but we will have to just talk with you alone,” Luna Morgan said.

Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts. This year was our turn to hold the annual Alpha meeting. Ever since Mykel stepped up and took over from his father, he had avoided each one with the excuse he wasn’t ready. But not this year, had we refused to accommodate it would have been seen as a great disrespect to the surrounding packs as well as those who are coming from further away.

I might have to stop bedding other female wolves. I had to seek counsel from the elders, seeking guidance on the qualities that would complement my role as Alpha. At first, it was because I wanted to get them to my side but as I spent more time with them that day, I realized that Their wisdom echoed through the ancient trees, emphasizing the importance of strength, loyalty, and unity. It wasn't just about finding a mate; it was about forging a bond that would strengthen the pack.

This is also the secret that she has hidden for many years. Usually, Alpha and Beta werewolves' wounds heal faster than Omega attribute werewolves. Where she lives, werewolf Omega is very despised and easily bullied by the council. Because they are weak and defenseless, they are considered useless and parasitic. She witnessed tragic scenes, many Omega werewolves because they could not stand the oppression of the Alpha and Beta werewolves but had to commit suicide. But the departure of the Omega class was considered an insult to the wolf race.

Omegas were the commonest tier, and like Deltas, it was totally random being an Omega. There were major differences between the three tiers. Alphas had red eyes in their wolf forms, Deltas had orange eyes while Omegas had yellow eyes. Alpha wolves were larger in size, and the strongest, while Delta wolves were smaller, but faster. Omega wolves were the frailest of them all. They often had issues turning to their wolf forms as they got tired often. Alphas also had the ability to talk with everyone via a mind link when in wolf form, but Deltas and Omegas couldn’t. I mean, they could talk with the Alphas, but not with other Deltas or Omegas.

“But just because a wolfant caused havoc years ago doesn’t mean the one that is breathing will be harmful. They have Lycan blood but that might reduce their criminal tendencies…” “Have you met the Alpha Triplets?” Dan murmured. “Bullsh*t!” Fraser cut in, shaking his head. “The same was said about her and what did she do?” Madeline scoffed. “She’s young and inexperienced, you can’t blame her.” “Stop saying that!” Penelope burst out, taking a deep breath and angered that she had given Madeline the satisfaction she wanted. “All I’m saying is that wolves are not the same and you can’t judge a wolf because of what another did.”

"Well, thanks for your help. I hope I won't find any danger like the rumors people have been talking about.” "How was your trip down to the valley, Alpha?" he asked. "Do you find ease or is it the other way around?" Alpha Troy gulped roughly. “Yeah, some bad things happened. I was intercepted by several very unique packs. They were werewolves but settled like human tribes. It wasn't a big deal, even though they were very strong. You just need to make your point and don't cover anything up. As long as you don't intend to get greedy, then you guys will be allowed to pass.”

"Since they started marking you." Something moved in my chest, not my heartbeat or even my wolf. My spine bent slightly on its own. My vision shifted at the edges, the forest sharpening into silver detail and every leaf, shadow, breath rising from the wolves around me in small white clouds. I could smell their deference. I didn't know how, but I could. "Moon Alpha," the first man said again, softer this time. "The pack has been without an anchor for fifteen years. We've been waiting for the one the marks would choose, the one the blood..."

The same smell that had been in my nightmares. One of them—the tallest—spoke first. His voice was calm. “The White Wolf. Awake at last.” Damon stepped in front of me. He was ready to fight. “You’re on Silver Crest land " he said. "Leave.. Die.” The tall one laughed. A short laugh. “We’re not here for your pack Alpha. We’re here for her.” My wolf growled inside me. A low growl came out of my throat. The tall one tilted his head. "You feel it don’t you? The pull. The destiny. You were born to end this.. To save it.. Either way—you end with us.”