Three Alpha Wolves Novels & Stories

"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

As much as it hurt me to crush their little hopeful minds, they needed to know that Asher might claim to take responsibility for them, but it didn’t mean he loved them. “Anna!” Felicia, one of the mothers I engage in simple talks with at the park called my name and I looked over my shoulders to see her hanging onto her husband, brows arched. By her husband’s stance and scent, I knew he was Alpha. And one thing about Alphas were their attachment to their pup. Yet the look on his face was nothing but pure boredom as their children hopped around his legs, faces stuck in huge cotton candies. “The zoo is almost closed! Are you going to keep waiting out here? Who exactly are you waiting for?”

I curled my fingers into my dress, watching as the triplets began shifting. The moment they transformed, the competition officially began. Damien’s wolf was as massive and terrifying as I expected, jet black, powerful, and radiating dominance. His muscles flexed under his thick fur as he sprinted into the forest. Rhett followed next, his wolf a striking golden brown, lean and agile, with piercing amber eyes that practically glowed under the moonlight. And finally, Dorian’s wolf was silver like the moon itself, sleek and fast, moving like a shadow as he disappeared into the trees.

*** Gabriel's POV "It's not possible for a she wolf to be Alpha." Dimitri looks from me to an omega I've learned is named Nira. Nira shrugs. "She always been more. She's one of our strongest fighters. I guess the betas respect that and followed." "Respect isn't the only thing you need to be Alpha." Dimitri argues with the omega. "No, you have to be born an alpha. Which Amira was. No one expected it. Her mother's pregnancy wasn't different in any way. Not a soul knew until she was born. She had alpha eyes and Alpha Moon could smell her."

"And if anyone in that hall looks at the three of us with anything less than complete respect I am going to say something about it." Thorian received all three with the patient warmth he had been developing for the better part of a year. "The first two are acceptable," he said. "For the third: the pack will be respectful. I will make that clear before the ceremony begins." "You are very confident," I said. "I have been their Alpha for eleven years," he said. "I know my pack." "And if you are wrong?" I said. "I am not wrong," he said. "And if I were, which I am not, you would say something, and I would be entirely and without reservation on your side."

The cries of the wounded, the roar of the wolves, and the clang of metal on metal reverberated through the air, a symphony of war. Draven, his body a tapestry of cuts and bruises, fought like a man possessed. He was a whirlwind of fury, his every movement a testament to his raw power. He was a bulwark against the tide of Mateo”s forces, a wall of bone and muscle that refused to be broken. Finally, he found Mateo, his face contorted in a mask of rage and desperation. The two alpha wolves locked eyes, their gaze a silent war. The air crackled with anticipation. The battle between the two alpha wolves was a spectacle of raw power and primal fury. Their movements were a blur of claws and teeth,

A sinister smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he continued, "It seems that my brothers are also interested in you, and we can't go around fighting over a she-wolf like you, not even if you are my mate. So, I have organized a threesome for us – we are going to have a lot of fun." The words hit me like a physical blow, their implications sending a shockwave of horror through my body. I stared up at him, my eyes wide with disbelief. This couldn't be happening, it had to be some twisted nightmare. But the destructive glow in their eyes and the way they closed in around me told me that this was all too real. Panic seized me, and I scrambled to my feet, my hands trembling as I frantically