Romans & histoires Three Alpha Wolves

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.

The word felt heavy, like something I had heard in stories but never in real life. He nodded. “Yes. Werewolves live in packs. Think of it like a family but also like a company. The Alpha is like the manager or the leader. They make decisions for the good of everyone. Under the Alpha there is the Beta, who helps lead and keep order, and then the Gamma who takes on other duties. It is a hierarchy; a system that keeps the pack strong.”

’ I call out through the mindlink. ‘Yes, Alpha!’ I hear 70 voices respond through the link instantly. I shift to my wolf, and Lucas and Tobias do the same. My big black wolf is almost the size of a bear. Alpha wolves are always bigger. Tobias being my Beta, his tan wolf is not much smaller than mine. Lucas’ white and brown wolf is the third largest in the pack. We follow the tracks that belong to Justin’s wolf. All of a sudden, his tracks are not the only ones we see.

We had done it a number of times for people who were mated to rogues, and were exposed to danger. My father hissed. "Not with Larkxe. Doing that, would either strip him of his power, or worse, kill him." his voice was low and cold as he spoke, and together with his words, they gave me chills. "But why?" I asked, frowning. My mother sat on one of the chairs opposite from me, and sighed. "Because, Larkxe, is not just any wolf. He is going to be Alpha soon. You don't do those kind of spells on am Alpha." was her answer, which confused me the more.

Each of them had their unique aura, filling the room with electric energy. Alpha Marvin, the leader of the pack, sat at the head of the table. To his right sat Alpha Victor, a towering werewolf with piercing green eyes. To his left was Alpha Leon, a lean and agile wolf with sharp reflexes. The other three Alphas were seated around the table, each with their distinct features and personalities. Alpha Xavier, is a seasoned warrior with a gruff exterior. Alpha Sophia, is a fierce fighter with a quick wit. And Alpha Kiera, a cunning strategist with a talent for manipulation

I offered weakly. Nina pressed both hands against her face and let out a long breath through her fingers. "Three Alpha brothers. Three of them. Supposedly the most powerful wolves in the country. And not one of them remembered to feed the pregnant woman carrying their baby." "That's not fair, they've been—" "It's completely fair. What is the point of having three mates if none of them can remember a sandwich?"

ARIA Rowan Frostbite was the third most powerful Alpha, commanding about two thousand white wolves. His pack was also the third rarest in the world. And now, this Alpha… this Rowan—was standing before me, his pale grey eyes locked onto mine. His nostrils flared slightly, as if my scent offended him.

"You can't? Aren't you just like them? I mean, from what I've learned so far, an Alpha is like a king." "I am only an Alpha on the outside, Arwa. A true Alpha has a wolf. A wolf is an important aspect of our life, but I don't have it. Or better yet, I've never shifted." "Why?" she asked softly, inching a bit closer to me. I could smell her, a sweet and flowery fragrance which made me ball my hands into fists. She didn't even realize the effect she had on me, or how badly I wished I could have her. But I had to control myself, because she was not mine to claim. Yet.