Unplug Alpha Novels & Stories

The pine and frost scent hit me like a physical blow, a phantom memory so sharp it made my teeth ache. I spun, heart hammering against my ribs, but the white void was empty. Just me, the lingering echo of a forgotten Alpha, and the System’s silent, mocking presence. “Screw this,” I muttered, the words a low growl in the sterile air. “Screw you, screw the game, screw my traitorous family, and screw this goddamn amnesia.”

“I contacted her already but he refused to listen to her.” It had been a week since Alpha Park pulled all his support for the pack. He didn’t even ease into it. He cut the plug at once and left us drained. No matter how much I tried to negotiate with him, he barely batted a lash. We now had projects hanging and investors unwilling to pitch in because of the sudden and suspicious move from Park. Alpha Park was a weird man but there was no denying his influence in the business world. Things were going south all because of him.

In the world of Alphas, where egos often clashed, we had managed to maintain a steadfast bond that transcended any obstacle. I couldn’t help but reflect on Alex’s journey after his parents were killed during a rogue attack when we were just sixteen. Stepping up as Alpha amid tragedy, he faced numerous challenges, including his uncle’s opposition. He managed to rebuild his pack from the ground up, staying true to his ideals. Together with Sean and me, he founded a successful company and took over his late father’s other ventures. Beneath his smile lay the pain of his past, hidden from most.

Ryan’s POV “For the Goddess damn last time, It’s not a waste of resources. It’s necessary!” Alpha Calvin of Opal Moon was steadfastly arguing in favor of security camera installation in unclaimed forest areas to gather intel on rogue activity to be shared amongst the allied packs. A few of the other Alphas agreed with him while others felt the threat they posed was not sufficient to warrant the cost of such an undertaking.

Then the world shifted back to the work. My phone rang. I answered it. It was my beta. “Alpha Hamilton, did you do anything to the Cliffs?” he asked before I’d even swallowed. I shot upright. “What? No — why would you ask that?” My heart had already kicked into a faster rhythm; there’s a certain freeze that comes when things you set in motion might have gone wrong. “Alpha Owen just cancelled all his dealings with us,” my beta blurted. “He’s cut us off—Alpha, we’re going to be in debt. I’ve tried calling him; he’s not answering.”

The unity between the three Alphas was evident, a formidable force that spoke of mutual respect and cooperation. The meeting commenced with Luna acknowledging the presence of the emissaries and expressing gratitude for their willingness to engage in diplomatic discussions. Alpha Burst, with his keen understanding of political intricacies, facilitated the negotiations, ensuring that each realm's concerns were addressed. As discussions unfolded, it became clear that some realms hesitated to commit fully to an alliance with Nampa. Alpha Burst, recognizing the delicate nature of these negotiations, proposed a compromise—an incremental approach to strengthening alliances. Luna, with a measured to

“You’re the future Alpha of the pack. You are also the star hockey player, Aiden Cruz. I’m a huge fan of the Statford Freeze.” “He’s no longer the future Alpha, he’s now the actual Alpha,” I explained, wrapping an arm through his arm. “And I’m his Luna and wife.” “I didn’t hear that the Capitol’s Alpha stepped down,” he said, rubbing the top of his head as he thought more about that. “It was kind of kept out of the media,” Aiden explained. “We hadn’t had an official press conference for the other packs yet. But that’ll come soon enough. We are taking care of some other business before we involve other packs and make our new leadership known.”

Fearing his wrath, they swiftly released me and backed away. No wolf could disobey a direct order from an alpha, especially a true Alpha, unless they were rogue. Rogues were banished or lone wolves who had lost their sanity and remained in their beast form with blood-red eyes. Known for their brutality and ruthlessness, they spared no one in their path, not even alphas. I rushed into his embrace, relief washing over me as I sought solace in his arms. He held me tightly, exuding the scent of fresh grass and musk. Tilting my head up, he gently held my chin and locked his ocean-blue eyes with mine.

The digital projection of Alpha’s face on its visor was flickering, his features stretching and warping like melting wax. ​"REDUNDANCY... DETECTED," the machine boomed, its voice a synthesized choir of Alpha’s most arrogant tones. "SIERRA VANE: UNPROFITABLE SENTIMENT. ELENA VANE: DEPRECIATED ASSET. INITIATING... FORCED LIQUIDATION." ​The machine’s right arm pivoted, the triple-barrels of its kinetic cannon spinning up with a high-pitched whine.

The kind they use on ferals they can’t kill clean. “Alpha said no visitors,” Wrath says, stepping into her path. “Alpha’s compromised,” Mercy says back, all sympathy and steel. “Article Four, Section Three. Unsanctioned Hollow on pack land may be neutralized if the Luna is deemed a threat to pack continuity.” She smiles at me through the bars. “And we all saw the feed, Wren. You caught a missile. You crowned yourself. You’re not Luna anymore. You’re a weapon.” “You touch them, you die,” I say.