Two Alpha Wolves Novels & Stories

Alpha Morose added in a whisper, his tone filled with wonder. "Not one. Two." Alpha Zane, responded. "That wolf is the second wild beast she has tamed. The first is him." He pointed at Wolfaraine's back. "I can hear you all, Jaguar. The least you can do is stop whispering. It is an insult to my hearing to think I would not hear you all in a whisper." Wolfaraine stated gruffly, without looking behind him. All the whispering Alphas cleared their throat, their cheeks going warm at being caught.

“That’s the thing, I’d always known your pack was old like ours, but I didn’t know the alphas of your pack were descendants of the original alphas like mine.” “Wait, what?” I was now completely out of my league in this conversation. The original alphas? I’d never even heard of that. “Well, it’s kind of a long story and a lot of wolves in other packs kind of dismiss it as myth,” Elliott began. “But long ago, when werewolves first walked the earth, there were no alphas. At first, there was only about a handful of us and for a while they all seemed to coexist pretty well. But as we grew in numbers, so did our disagreements. Things started to get pretty violent and out of control. Innocent wolve

Alphas are notoriously independent and hard-headed. Once they arrived back at the condo, Luca and Tatiana went back to their room. Tia laid on the bed watching Luca change into jeans and a t-shirt. As he sat down next to her, they looked through the paperwork. The last documented True Alpha in Washington state was way back in 1912. The wolf developed fully into his Primary Alpha status by the age of 22. His abilities were all intensified, making him the strongest Alpha in the State. He ruled over the Snow Moon Pack in Eastern Washington, making it the largest pack until 1998. Hunters killed him and his pack split into three new packs. His Alpha strength was close to that of a Zeta. His Alpha

But a troubled look crossed his face thinking of their improvements. An Alpha wolf is bigger, stronger, and faster than any other. They are the peak of what a wolf, and, as a result, a werewolf can be. He remembered the sudden improvements in his own skills when Tybris joined him. He thought back to their training yesterday and the skills of his twins. An Alpha shows itself even if you can't see the wolf... He shook the thought off quickly and dove back into paperwork. Trying to drown his thoughts in boredom.

my mate whispers gently, ensuring that I remain seated and unable to move. I observe intently as the alpha wolves delicately placed their hands on each of the adorable pups, their touch filled with tenderness. They started to purr and stroke the little ones, showing their affection and care. Meanwhile, they kept a watchful eye on me, ready to move away if necessary. In an instant, the adorable pups detach themselves from my side and eagerly explore the surrounding scents, only to abruptly turn back and emit playful growls towards the unfamiliar alphas. The sight of their innocent antics brings forth a wave of laughter from everyone present, captivated by their irresistible charm.

But before she could act further, a deep, menacing growl rumbled through the air, vibrating like a thunderous warning. The wolf she had hurled had regained its footing swiftly, and it wasn’t alone. Two more wolves emerged by its side, their eyes glinting with predatory intent. They recognized Amani—the Alpha who had invaded their territory, the formidable leader fiercely defending the two vulnerable omegas. To them, her dedication to these omegas presented a glaring opportunity, a vulnerability they were eager to exploit.

ALPHA GREY And so was Alpha Grey and his pack of nine wolves born. I still think of the number nine as my lucky number, and smile when those first days come to mind-being an Alpha of Rogue Wolves consisting of seven males and two females, including one particularly old one, and a young, juvenile one- and responsible for every one of them. Our first meeting at the rock I chose showed the orientation of these wolves after decades of lawlessness. They gathered around me in a haphazard manner, and I gave instructions to maintain order.

He turns around and looks at me. “What did you do today?” He asks. “Nothing,” I reply and he gives a half smile that does not touch his tired eyes. “So your name’s Derek?” I ask out of the blues and the way his eyes widen in astonishment tells me I caught him off guard. “Yes,” he says, quickly picking himself up from the shock. “How did you know that?” He asks softly. “The scary wolf with black eyes called you Derek. Is he the Alpha?” “Right, Nate. Uh, he’s not the Alpha. He’s my best friend. One of the strongest werewolves in the territory.”

*** 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."

CHAPTER 61 The wolves advanced towards us with their movements predatory. They both had dark brown fur and The larger one took the lead. Rising to my feet, I stuck close to Praya, who positioned herself ahead, assuming a defensive stance with her limbs bent forward, ready to charge. A vicious growl resonated within Praya, as she glared at the imposters. ‘Can you tell who these wolves are’ I asked her through our mental connection. ‘Jessica and Gerald,’ she answered and I felt a sudden shock course through me.