Three Alpha Wolves Novels & Stories

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.”

"Her wolf isn't ordinary." I nod. He is right. It isn't. Her wolf is the size of an Alpha. I am not joking; it really is, and the way she is moving swiftly with effortless ease. Amazing. She is a promising talent that I would love to nurture myself. I lick my lips, watching Stella bow. Too bad the performance ended way too quickly. I wanted to watch more. Quinn and Mark take the stage again, doing their thing with their mics while I do what I have been for the past twenty minutes. Assessing Aurora.

"Alpha Aragon changed his mind and sent a Mystwolf. He will arrive tomorrow." My back straightened. My eyes widened. Alpha Aragon had previously judged that White Moon did not have the appropriate security to protect his precious Mystwolf, but then he changed his mind? Even if Xavier bribed him with a hunk of diamond for this exchange, I wouldn't care. I was so grateful. "The Alpha explained that the Mystwolves are basically witches born from wolves. So they are more capable of handling magic problems in werewolves." "This is really good news. I really appreciate your efforts to persuade Alpha Aragon without giving up," I said, touched.

He appointed three of the betas in his pack and said, "Get close to the omegas, gather as much information as you can. I want to find out why they're interested in Anna. Although I was a boy when my father told me about the story of the last rare specie of werewolf who was killed so many years ago, I do know that he killed so many of them as well. He was the alpha of my dad's pack and back then, the only reason why they were able to get to him was that he was betrayed. I don't want to think that is the case with Anna. I mean, she's just a helpless girl who recently became a werewolf. But then again, still find out for me, okay?" The three betas nodded. "Alright, we will get back to you befor

"Mic test. Good day new comers. Welcome to Troika Academy." A middle aged man was the one speaking at the stage. His eyes we're red. I remember what mom said. Wolfs are divided into three types; Alpha, Beta, and Gamma. Red eyes for Alpha. Alpha is known for being the strongest of all packs. Alpha have a leader who ruled the wole packs even Beta. They choose the leader that has quite huge power and strength. Next to Alpha is a Beta. Beta have green eyes. Alpha leader chooses his own Beta who can be his right hand. If ever the Alpha has died and have no son who have the ability to take over the position, the chosen right hand Beta would be fit. Next is Gamma, the packs where I belong. Gamma is

“Yes.” He shrugged and a wistful look appeared in his eyes before he quickly masked it. “Westside is a very progressive community and they practice equal rights amongst every wolf, regardless of their designation. Neither alpha pheromones nor dominance does much here to coax a Beta or an Omega. Even their president is a Beta.” I nodded and we both stepped into the elevators. There was something in Sen’s gaze that made an odd sense of guilt wash over me but I didn’t have the time to dwell on it as the silver doors spilled us into the hallway of the bottom floor of the hospital.