Three Alpha Wolves Novels & Stories

“It’s a long story but let me just warn you now, if you go after them, they’ll kill you.” He chuckled. “Perhaps you haven’t noticed, but I am not alone.” The warrior wolves behind him growled in unison to acknowledge his announcement. “I know you’re not alone but trust me, the triplet- Alphas are very strong. They will overpower you and my uncle’s warriors.” “Hush!” The Beta beside Antonio barked at me. “Triplet-Alphas? This is getting even more interesting,” said Antonio. “Where are they?” I pointed in the direction I was coming from. “They have a cottage on the outskirts of the mountain territory.”

A tense stillness lingered around us. Devyn confronted the three wolves, his teeth bared at them menacingly, and his stance ready to attack. The three wolves circled around us, their predatory gaze fixed on us as if we were prey. I could feel the confidence they exuded, clearly not threatened by us. In their heads, they were the threats themselves. They'll be surprised.

Together, the three Alphas began to strip down, folding their clothes neatly as their betas and gammas joined the front. Trevor caught Trixie’s eye before shifting. She stood a few paces behind the crowd, arms crossed loosely, her expression unreadable. He nodded once. I’ll be back soon. With a final howl, the three Alphas shifted, fur exploding from skin, and massive wolves stood where men once were. Trevor’s wolf was a deep, silvery-gray with gleaming golden eyes, towering in stature.

’ that was my thought in action as I stared vacantly at the beautiful woman before me. Despite being a very shameful thing among we shifters, I not only slept with Janet in secret, but I had also marked her inadvertently. During heat, it is usually established that the Alpha male and Luna belonged to each other. But I had no Luna. It wasn't a shameful thing that I mated the other she-wolves of the Pack, it was more shameful when it was an Omega. Janet was the most beautiful shifter in my Pack, the Crescent Pack. And that gave me a sense of pride. She was a trophy I owned, but it never lasted. It all ended the day she was killed.

Thomas’s room was not very large, however, some chairs were useful for everyone to sit on. Kyria then began to read aloud and slowly so that Thomas could understand and tried not to pay attention to Nayssa’s breath beside her: ""The Goddess is the Mother of wolves. She is the creator of all wolves and has always guided her children towards love and harmony. All possessed an extraordinary power, beyond what is seen today. But this was not enough for Mother and she realized that it took two distinct poles for balance to exist. Thus, the first alpha and the first omega were created."

“I have the latest updates from the medical wing and the burial arrangements. The sixty deceased will be buried tomorrow in the royal cemetery with full honors. Elara has confirmed that the remaining twenty survivors are stable for now, though three are still critical. The families have been notified and are being escorted to the palace for the ceremony. Also, the southern houses sent a formal letter of protest regarding Seraph’s arrest. They are demanding a public explanation and a trial. Corvin’s signature is on it.” I listened quietly, my expression unchanged. After a short pause I asked, “Can a beta smell like an omega?” Alastair blinked once, clearly caught off guard by the sudden quest

They’re rogue, they’ve given up on the human side, become feral. I shift to match his energy. I make sure to summon all of the powers I know how to wield. I might need one of them. “Disperse.” He raises his hand and gives this command. All but three wolves disappear into the woods. The three who stayed, also shift into human form. By the auras they’re projecting this is an Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and Delta. Rogues don’t have a hierarchy. These guys have a scent, and not a bad one. Rogues stink.

But while Wilson wrestles with this dark specter, an insidious conspiracy brews in the shadows—a sinister plot that seeks to unseat him from his throne. Deep within the hidden recesses of an old, decrepit mansion on the edge of the city, three Alphas gather in secret, their voices low and urgent. The atmosphere is thick with the acrid scent of betrayal, and the air hums with a palpable sense of menace. Alpha Lucius of the Ironfang Pack, Alpha Thorne of the Blackstone Pack, and Alpha Dorian of the Poniros-Lycus Pack, known among their kind as the Sly-Wolf Pack, are the architects of this treacherous scheme.

Astrid's POV: I went to see my boys and introduce them to Malessia. The triplets had just finished taking a bath when we arrived. As I introduced them, Malessia interrupted me, saying, “I can imagine them shifting into the most handsome wolves on their eighteenth birthday. All three of them are alphas.” Her voice held certainty. “But Helena told me one of them is a special wolf,” I said. All of them just looked like my little babies, and that was good enough for me. I didn’t need them to be great alphas or special wolves.

He was known as a cruel yet, quiet one. Alexander had silver hair, almost grey but with golden ends, rumors said he tinted it which he never did. He had pale wine eyes, beautiful like the color of wine but when angry, it turns extremely red. The three Alphas are feared by all Alphas in the twelve packs in the werewolf clan as each of them had the power of three Alphas and they had the largest pack as they are said to accept repented rogues and train them to be excellent. The three Alphas ruled with friendliness, power, strength, hostility, and arrogance.