What Is An Alpha Wolf Novels & Stories

"Werewolves are real. We have been around for thousands of years. Living alongside humans. Hiding what we are." "Why?" "Because humans fear what they do not understand. And fear makes them dangerous." He ran a hand through his hair. "There are packs all over the world. Families. Hierarchies. Laws. We have our own society hidden inside yours." "And you are one of them." "Yes. I am an Alpha. Leader of one of the largest packs in this region." Alpha. The word stirred something in my chest. Something that felt like recognition. "What does that mean?" "It means I am in charge. I make the rules. I protect my pack." His eyes met mine. "And I protect what is mine."

“Then you can always come to me if you want to know more.” I smiled faintly. “What’s an Alpha?” Her brows lifted. “You don’t know that either?” I shook my head. She nodded slowly. “The Alpha is the leader of the pack. The strongest, most dominant wolf. He protects us, leads us, makes decisions. He’s our king.” she explained. “And his mate...well, she becomes our Luna. The queen of the pack. Once she’s found offcourse.” Her gaze lingered on me just a little too long. She already knew.

Having not found the answers to all the questions in her mind, Yesran continued reading the book. "Alpha," Yesran whispered as she touched the book in front of her. "The term for the leader wolf who leads the pack of other wolves in a pack. Alphas are born with the destiny of a leader. An Alpha usually has very great abilities, a strong aura, and a pheromone that can make any female wolf go crazy." Yesran was silent for a few seconds, she thought of something, but quickly Yesran shook the thought away, and continue reading. Besides Alpha, a pack also has a position called Beta, Delta, Gemma, and finally Omega. All are sorted by strength and power.

I growl at the man Dimitri still holds. The man smiles, blood pooling from his mouth. "Our Alpha." He laughs. A female can't be an alpha. No one would follow her. Except she's got her fighters going again. Everyone moves as the man laughs. Their fighters shift, attacking my fighters again. Why would these men follow a she wolf? I don't wait around for answers. Instead, I follow my men chasing the she wolf.

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.”

I could feel it. I was next in line for the position of the Alpha. It was two months till the Carmella, and I'd not yet found my mate. I was going to suffer for being the freak of the Pack. This was a big crime. Anyone who ever happened to pass their eighteenth year without finding their mate, here in the South Pack, was considered an anomaly. They were always banished, while the unfortunate ones ended up being killed. I swallowed hard at the thought. A knock on the door jerked me away from my thought. "Come in," I said in a placid tone, sensing it was my mother. I watched in the mirror as the door swung aside and true to my expectation, it was her.

This is also the secret that she has hidden for many years. Usually, Alpha and Beta werewolves' wounds heal faster than Omega attribute werewolves. Where she lives, werewolf Omega is very despised and easily bullied by the council. Because they are weak and defenseless, they are considered useless and parasitic. She witnessed tragic scenes, many Omega werewolves because they could not stand the oppression of the Alpha and Beta werewolves but had to commit suicide. But the departure of the Omega class was considered an insult to the wolf race.

Daniel approached me cautiously, taking deliberate steps to avoid frightening me further, his eyes gentle yet intense. "I'm not just any wolf, Sarah," he said calmly. "I'm the Alpha, and you are my fated mate. That means we're destined to be together, bound by a connection that surpasses ordinary understanding." "What is an Alpha?" I asked. Daniel finally closed the distance between us and sat down in front of me. "An Alpha is the leader of a group of werewolves. The Alpha's role is to protect, guide, lead the pack and so much more. When it comes down to love. every wolf has a soulmate, someone destined to be theirs. You recognize your fated mate by the electric touch whenever your skin make

Getting up, I flung the towel around my shoulders and was about to leave. He stood as well, caught my arm, but released it just as fast. He had this smug look on his face. “That is where you are wrong, Alpha. Your choice of mates is every member of this pack’s concern. She is half human. Who knows if her offspring would inherit the werewolf gene? It is the duty of the alpha to ensure to father strong pups.”

Another picked up the document in front of him and carelessly threw it to the table again, sneering, “A she-wolf doesn’t have a right to be an Alpha.” “A she-wolf is supposed to be a Luna, not an Alpha. What do you know about business and strategies? What can you guys do besides spending money, managing Omegas, and breeding pups? You guys will never be capable of leading a pack,” another snorted, which caused the Alphas, Betas, and Gammas present to laugh in agreement.