True Alpha Review Novels & Stories

That very day, Alex was officially stripped of his Alpha title and exiled by his own pack. At one point, my phone buzzed with an unknown number. But I was too busy—standing beside Luke, wearing white, raising a glass with my true mate. I didn't answer. Later that night, the headlines came like a final blow. "Disgraced Alpha Alex exiled by the Werewolf Council. Accused of abusing pack members under the pretense of ‘mate searching.' Brutally attacked by a rogue coalition. His wolf is not expected to survive." I stared at the screen for a long moment.

Mr deep voice says. My eyes fully adjusted to the light, I look at the owner of the voice. He loomed over everyone with an imposing presence that commands respect, he was bulky, with muscles hidden in his slick black suit. An Alpha. His black hair pulled back, not a strand was out of place, his facial features, sharp with is thin lips in a straight line. My green eyes met silvery grey. His expression was indifferent but his eyes held amusement to the fiasco I pulled at them.

That self-assured confidence in his power. It was simultaneously the scariest and the hottest thing I had ever had the privilege to see. I knew that if I let it, it would ruin me. The workout was a grueling three hours. At some point, I gave up on watching them and started to make a mental list of everything I would need to survive in this pack. It was a lot and it would cost a lot of money. So imagine my surprise when the Alpha walked past me at breakfast and tossed a black card at my face.

I turn to Raphael, "Is he always like that?" "Who? Zach or Alro?" "Both..." "Zach assesses and then reacts to each Alpha differently and then acts accordingly you will get used to it as there are some Alpha's and even Luna's that you can trust and others you will not so you must be very careful... Now Alpha Arlo he is one of those beasts that believe even someone's mate is fair game and if he can get his hands on you, he will not stop until he is satisfied..."

“The Alpha is dead.” The book in my hand dropped to the floor.

I ordered him. "I'm sorry sir, no one is allowed to see any prisoner, that's the law. Moreover, the Alpha has given us strict instructions not to let anyone see the Luna. He made that very clear" he finished. I shot back at him almost immediately "And I am the Alpha's son and I have every right to see whomever I wish to see down here, do you understand that?" I was losing my patience with this guy. Christopher chipped in "Levi, I will advise you do as he asks and take him to his mother, you do not want to get on his bad side".

"I need you to shift." Ash shakes his head and whimpers once more. "Shift Ash," Alex demands in his alpha voice. Ash whines, and within minutes, he is back to his human self once more. "Gorgeous," Alex says as he drops his head and rubs his nose against the side of Ash's neck. Ash tilts his head to the side. When Alex gets a good whiff, he feels like he could get high off of Ash's scent. It was the most delicious thing he had ever smelled in his lifetime, and Alex was glad that it belonged to the beautiful omega.

“Just like you.” “No.” His voice dropped into a deeper, heavier tone. “You’re not like us. You’re not like any of us.” He swallowed hard. “You’re different. You are the True Alpha.” Amelia blinked, stunned. “What? Aiden, if this is another trick to keep me here, stop. What the hell is a True Alpha?” Aiden didn’t answer. Instead, he began unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly. Silently. He pulled the fabric aside, revealing the wound carved across his chest…dark blood pulsing from it, golden mist seeping out in a slow, eerie glow. Corrupted veins spread around the injury like black lightning.

“It’s it wonderful with years of planning come together nicely.” “Plans change.” Darin stood up. “After seeing you, I wanted you for a mate. If I kill Alec, I will now be named Alpha of that pack without having to fully attack now, or we could still do that.” “Long story short, kill Penny, Alec and Colt and gain all this area for yourself.” I clarified. “Correct.” Alpha Rip smiled. “However, we do need your help with the programing of this.” Hitting a button, an aerial shot of Blue Fang back came into view with a target covering it all. The worst part, it was all live footage.

He can't die like this. “What are you talking about?” the old alpha asks, narrowing his glare on me. “Rafael is a rogue, there's no question about it. He must be eradicated.” “He's not though,” I insist. “And I have the papers here to prove it. I have these records saying that Raphael’s grandfather was the old alpha.” “That's absurd,” the old alpha growls. “There's no way he's related to an alpha. He's a rogue, and the challenge was unjust.”