Three Alpha Wolves Novels & Stories

The pack embraces their primal instincts and revels in their unity. Blaze, Dexter, and Alexa, three members of the pack, stand among their fellow wolves, eagerly awaiting their alpha's command. Each of them possesses unique skills and strengths, ready to contribute to the pack's efforts. They are loyal and dedicated, bound together by the unbreakable bond of their pack.

“Rest now. Feel your pups move. Know that you are cradled by three alphas who choose you every day. Together. No more cracks tonight. Only strength.” I closed my eyes, surrounded by their heat and the constant, reassuring pressure of their hands on my swollen belly. The flutters continued inside, strong and steady. The argument had been faced. The cracks had been named and acknowledged. The bond between my alphas, though tested, still held. For now. I was theirs. All of theirs. And they were learning, slowly and painfully, how to share the deepest parts of that claim without breaking. The external threats loomed larger outside the Den, but inside, for this moment, the triad remained whole.

He turns around and looks at me. “What did you do today?” He asks. “Nothing,” I reply and he gives a half smile that does not touch his tired eyes. “So your name’s Derek?” I ask out of the blues and the way his eyes widen in astonishment tells me I caught him off guard. “Yes,” he says, quickly picking himself up from the shock. “How did you know that?” He asks softly. “The scary wolf with black eyes called you Derek. Is he the Alpha?” “Right, Nate. Uh, he’s not the Alpha. He’s my best friend. One of the strongest werewolves in the territory.”

How could so many live on the same lands and not kill each other, fight over females and resources? “Our pack has three Alphas. Our lands are vast but extremely beautiful. There’s plenty of room for all,” he said, teasing my nipple with his thumb. Three Alphas?? I’d never heard of such a ridiculous thing. “I’ve never pledged to an Alpha. I don’t see the point now. I’ve always taken care of myself and I’d still be in the wild if those stupid fuckers hadn’t tricked my wolf,” I mumbled. I was still raw about it, couldn’t believe Maura had been so easily fooled.

Giving his head a firm shake, Alistar continues, “The reason that Charlie and Brandon weren’t able to find the Luna’s name is because the pack doesn’t have a she-wolf luna. Their alpha is mated to a male.” Shocked silence reigns in the room. I don’t even know if anyone breathes, it is so quiet. An alpha willingly taking a male mate is unheard of. After a beat, the former-delta continues, “According to my uncle, the alpha of this pack believes in something called a “mate trio.” Three wolves are mated to each other, either two males and a she-wolf or two she-wolves and a male. Their oracle backs it up. The alpha believes that he and his mate have a third mate, a she-wolf, out there. Onc

They were cruel. If not treated, the 3K's could lose their lives. Damn, I brought them into this situation. "Isn't it obvious? I want to kill you three. The three great Alphas," Lucy laughed devilishly as if she were possessed by a demon. My eyes widened upon realizing that they were Alphas. Uncle Zorious had told me about them. Alphas are the leaders of wolves.

"And how about the three classifications of a wolf" "That is Alpha, Beta, and Luna" "Teacher, can I ask a question" "What was it Cressida?" "You said that there are three classifications of a wolf. The first one is the Alpha, who is consist of the strongest in the pack. The second one is the Luna, they are the mate of the alpha who gain the blessing of the goddess of the moon. Lastly, the Beta who is not as dominant as the wolves whose alpha. They are much like a normal person. But I saw a term called Omega. Do they exist?

Disappointed that my hindrance was not someone I could beat, even if I still had Echo. The rumors about the Alphas of the Fury packs never being far from each other were true. Seeing Liev meant that Devyn and Axel were close by. The territories called the triad, the Alphas of Doom, because every unlucky wolf who had ever gotten involved with them would either wound up dead or become their victims. There wasn't a single wolf who didn’t know that. And the Alpha standing in front of me right now was Axel. Axel Anders. He had a breathtaking beauty that could easily rival Liev's, no doubt. In a millisecond, he ate up the distance between us and wrapped his hand around my waist, trapping me in his

Alpha Dominic. Even thinking his name made my jaw tighten. The old wolf had ruled with iron and fear, breaking everything he touched, including me. And though he no longer sat in the Alpha’s chair, I knew he had not stopped scheming. His influence lingered like rot in the bones of this territory. The reports came two nights ago. Rogue packs moving with weapons too advanced for their kind. Coordinated raids. Supplies vanishing from our borders without a trace. Not random. Not sloppy. Strategic.

It has been three long days since that dreadful day when Jake put me under house arrest. I haven't seen anyone—not even Cathy or Sophie. I kind of missed them, and it's crazy that I also missed Jake, really badly. Maybe it's the mate pull. I’ve been stuck in my room, Googling about wolves, werewolves, and witches. I learned quite a lot, actually. I learned about mates, the bond, and that the Alpha is the leader of a pack. He has a Beta, who is second in command, and a Gamma, who is third in command. The pack also has higher-ranked wolves like the Delta, Zeta, Eta, Theta, Epsilon, and the Luna, who is the Alpha’s mate. Unfortunately, I also learned that packs have lower-ranked werewolves know