Three Alpha Wolves Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

I pushed him away from my face with my leg, and he growled at me, without thinking, he launched towards me, and I picked up a huge wood in the fire I built and mashed him with it. I pointed the woods towards both wolves, and they moved back, I might be a human but training with werewolves in the past five years really came in handy and they hated fire. “You little bitch!” He growled as he pounced on me and used the wood to tear his flesh open and hit him so hard with fire making him burn. I ran into the woods as fast as I could while one of the two wolves chased me down. I was close, I could hear the sounds of cars and people getting close, but I didn't stop running as the wolf was in my tai

He was drinking straight from the bottle. “The Alpha's secret breeder, right?” One of the other men responded. “Yes!” The first man noted as he began to laugh. The other men also began to laugh. I didn't know the reasons for their laughter and I tried to ask the man beside me. I used a foreign accent to keep myself concealed. “The Alpha hired a secret breeder who got pregnant for him without the whole Pack knowing at all…” the man beside me explained. “Now, the breeder ran away from the Pack to another Pack where she gave birth to triplets!”

Growling in frustration helped to relieve some of my pent-up irritation but not enough, these wankers really needed to say something that made sense to me. “We think you came from a family of Alphas, or Betas at the very least.” Alpha Brock glared at his Beta with daggers, before three sets of eyes were trained on me, frozen open and staring. The three sets of wolves they belonged to were waiting on baited breath for my response to the crock of shit that had just spilled from Beta Petes mouth.

he began, “there is a place called the Lunar Hollow. That is where the first wolf was created.” I stared at him. “And?” “And inside that hollow roams three Prime Wolves,” he continued. “It is not like the Moonbound wolves. They are older. Stronger and carries the blessing of the moon but they're cursed.” My mouth went dry. “You want me to fight it?” “No,” Cane said immediately. “If you try to fight it, you will die.” “Then what am I supposed to do?” “You must earn its acknowledgement,” Caden answered.

“We had him, Mother. The kid was cornered. Our nets were ready and our darts were loaded. It should’ve been an easy grab.” “Should – have – been,” I repeated slowly. “But it obviously wasn’t.” I said with a sly smile on my lips. He swallowed. “Something happened. Someone showed up.” I straightened. “Someone?” “A wolf,” said the one beside him. “ A very big wolf came out of nowhere and took us out like we were nothing.” My jaw tightened. “And you’re saying one wolf took down all seven of you?” “He wasn’t just any wolf,” the third man muttered. “He fought like he’d done it a thousand times. He knew exactly where to hit. He must be an Alpha.”