Wolf Shirt Alpha Novels & Stories

“Don’t say that like it’s acceptable.” “It is,” he said simply. “For me.” My fingers tightened around his hand, afraid that if I let go even for a second, something irreversible would happen. “Wolfsbane is deadly,” I said quietly. “Right?” “To a normal werewolf,” he replied. “Relax. Your Alpha is really good. A True Alpha is even better.” I glared at him through the blur in my vision. “How can you joke like this?” His smile faded slightly. He swallowed, then turned serious, his thumb brushing weakly over the back of my hand.

It would just end in a blood bath, and it wouldn't be mine. I typed the keywords in the search button; I didn’t need to look too far to find what I was looking for. Boldly written on the front page was my man, I mean, mate. His full name is Richard Wilson. He was the Alpha of a moderately sized pack in Alton, Hampshire, South East England. He turned 28 last month and he has been ruling his park since he was 22 after his dad died.

were the only words that escaped from my mouth as I gave him the best smile I could come up with. An Alpha should always be strong. They should never show any weakness. You are not meant to be an Alpha. How can you call yourself an Alpha when you have no wolf? He doesn’t have a wolf and rely on a wheelchair, why should he be the Alpha? Men don’t cry, they don’t cry especially because of a girl. He should have just died.

‘Let’s see who’s brave enough to show themselves. Silence blankets the crowd as they exchange glances, uncertainty hanging thick in the air. Jonas steps forward, his voice rising above the murmurs. “I’ve come back to reclaim my place as Alpha,” he declares, his tone commanding. “And I want every one of you to understand that I’m not here to play games. I’m here to protect our pack and our territory.” His mother’s expression softens, pride shining through her worry. “You’ve grown, Jonas. You always had it in you.”

I got up and walked up to the arena as Alpha Adam announced my opponent's name "Alpha Thor" Soon a wolf with sandy fur entered the fighting arena . I mentally smirked as I saw the wolf. He was much smaller than me and looked less muscular even in his wolf form. I started rounding the arena as I studied what would be the wolf's next move and made a sudden jump towards him making him fall down as I pinned him under me. Alpha Thor looked frightened by my sudden move as I attacked his neck. Soon he was knocked out and I had won the fight in barely 1 minute. As Alpha Thor was sent for treatment i changed back to my human form and went back to my seat winning congratulations from other werewolve

The collars themselves were unbreakable, mostly because they were made of silver, and no werewolf had ever been strong enough to fight the silver and escape. The old story about silver being the weakness of the wolf? Luckily for humans, that story had turned out to be true. If the werewolves hadn’t been given some sort of weakness, the humans would be screwed. But the idea of Damon…collared like that… Her back teeth clenched. “He doesn’t want this,” Eli shouted. That gun needed to be holstered. She was about to do it for him. “Right now, the man doesn’t know what he wants!” Patrick threw back. Hellen knew Patrick wouldn’t back down. He never did. “Now, Agent, I’m ordering you to stand down.

“Don’t make promises you won’t keep, wolfman.” Whitecoat came back with a syringe. My nose wrinkled from the disgusting smell of the yellow wolfsbane. This was going to hurt. My injuries haven’t even fully healed yet, and the wolfsbane would weaken me more. Whatever he was planning, it wouldn’t end well for me. I roared defiance at them, using my alpha aura. Of course, being human, it had no effect on them. “This will hurt you more than it hurts me,” Whitecoat grinned as the needle sank into my neck.

I stagger backward, collapsing to the ground. My pack surges toward him, and he fires again. Bang. Another wolf goes down. I try to push up, my vision blurred with pain, blood pouring down my arm, and Bang. Another bullet to my chest. I gasp as the breath is knocked from my lungs, my limbs feeling cold and numb. He walks toward me, slowly and calmly. “This is exactly how I did it,” he whispers. “Alpha Michael. Alpha John. This is how I killed them. I shot them and watched them bleed, before burning them.”

I rolled my eyes, hugging Kaiden’s pillow close to my chest. “Aww,” Layla took a seat on the edge of the king-sized bed. “You miss him.” “I really do. It’s been weeks and I can't wait for him to return.” I heaved a sigh. “You don't have to worry, Your Highness,” Layla reached out for my hand and gave it a pat. “Alpha Kaiden is the most powerful wolf in the kingdom. The WhiteMoon pack has nothing against his army. He’ll defeat them and emerge victorious. Just like he always does.”

Hours passed—scratching at the walls, yelling, then sobbing, reminiscing about better days before I had foolishly ruined everything. Then, suddenly, the door creaked open. I turned sharply, my hands clenched into fists. A tall silhouette stood in the doorway, bathed in dim light. It was him. The Alpha. He stepped inside, his presence sucking the air from the room. He wasn’t dressed like the other wolves—no battle-worn armor, no ragged cloak. He looked like a king in his own right. A loose black tunic, dark leather pants, a silver ring glinting on his forefinger.