Wolf Shirt Alpha Novels & Stories

I countered, voice turning dark, “considering a woman beat you in a competition, I imagine your pride is in shambles. Now, if you’ll excuse me — I have better things to do.” His eyes flashed—wounded pride and simmering rage. He was halfway into his wolf, shoulders trembling as he fought for control. He growled, voice dropping deeper. “Don’t think owning this place means I can’t take it down with a snap of my fingers.” “Like you’re already trying to?” I shot back. “Go on…What else can you do, hmm?” The shift of an angry Alpha was impossible to ignore—heavy, crackling, oppressive. It pressed against my lungs, squeezing the air out.

his mother told them. Without speaking, one nodded and walked up the stairs and disappeared on the second floor. A moment later, the bulky wolf returned, with another man following him. It had to be the alpha, judging by the power coming off him. He looked to be in his early forties, with his dark hair and beard peppered with white. He was dressed in a suit jacket and pants, all back except for the shirt which was white. The alpha walked up to them. “Ah, you must be Alpha Joel. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I just wish it was under better circumstances,” he said. Joel didn’t miss the undercurrent of tension in his voice.

He left a bright red mark from sucking on it, and Winter refused to heal it. The silly wolf proudly puffed his chest out when he saw the mark in the mirror. It wasn't an official claiming mark, but it was still given to them by their Alpha. Winter wants it to stay there as long as possible. Aiden turned his head, and his eyes landed on the black T-shirt the Alpha was wearing earlier. The Omega grabbed it and brought it to his nose, pressing it to his face and taking a deep breath in. The Alpha's scent filled the Omega's nose, and he let out a satisfied sigh.

"Alpha sorry to disturb you but I've just had a link of Wilson, they've just had a wolf turn up at the borders, he looks like he's been beaten pretty bad and he's asked for you." "Who is he?" "It's Jacoby, Alpha." WHAT THE FUCK?

Today just like any other I get up from bed ready to tackle the world and the task at hand starting with pack workouts. Just like any other day I got up showered brushed my teeth put my ponytail into a high bun and dressed in shorts and a tank. Not much clothing but enough as we are wolves, were always extremely warm so the top layer just covers the basics. Which some may see as our best parts. In training today things were going smooth and per usual when Alpha Chris entered with an unknown alpha whose eye held deceit. I had never seen him before but he looks like trouble.

I grab the towel of the rack,and wipe my face. "Ugh now I need to shower,"I mumble to myself.I quickly take a shower and wrap the towel around me.I step out of the bathroom and walk into my closet. I didn't feel the need,to dress fancy but my wolf reminded me that I was the Alpha of a pack so I might as well dress,like it.I wear a pair of white jeans and a cutetop.I walk out and Jonathan was sitting on my,bed. "Here put this on,"he said throwing a sweatshirt in my face.It smelt entirely of himand it sent my wolf on a comfortable edge.

He'd gone back there the next day and when he did, he found out that was the SCARRED WOLVES PACK-the one that was newly opened. It was managed and controlled by a female Alpha.......such an uneasy glory. Since every Alpha wolf knew that at this time of every year, the Alphas' Annual Party was going to happen and that day was today!!!! Radolf got dressed in his normal corporate suit that had it's fine detailing of beads.. His freshly shaved haircut, specs and accessories depicted his personality.........Hot! Sassy! Expensive! While he dressed up, his Beta and Loreen were already waiting outside for him. They were going to attend the Alphas' party together.

Zara’s POV “HALT ! Who are you ?” one of the Amber Alpine Pack’s warriors asked at their pack border. “This is Alpha Jax Stone from Diamond Heart pack here,” my sexy mate answered with authority radiating naturally off him. Suddenly a loud Alpha growl was heard and a huge brown Alpha wolf came in sight out of the thick leaved trees. “Alpha !” all warriors surrounding us greeted him and bowed as the wolf inched closer to us with a threatening stance.

But the silk gown was completely gone. Instead, I was drowning in a massive, heavy black button-down shirt. The hem of the garment fell all the way past my mid-thighs, the fabric so large it completely swallowed my frame. The moment I clutched the collar to my chest, a thick, suffocating wave of frostbitten pine swirled around my senses. It was his shirt. It carried the raw, unadulterated essence of Alpha Varg’s skin, sinking deep into my lungs and instantly triggering a frantic, needy purr from my inner wolf.

When I edged closer, the Alpha bottom shuffled go to the bed, still clutching Zhen like a wolve teddy bear in one hand, when he panted. “I know I said that you’re the monster,” the Alpha snarled, “but by my hide, the whole ironic hiding in a wardrobe statement was a bit much.” I snorted. “Trash talk, I get it. Did they teach that in your how to be a perfect Alpha lessons?” The Alpha flinched. “I’m a Wolve Winner, not a monster.” The Alpha stared down at the branded WCH on his hand. I’d expected to hate that but yet a possessive thrill coiled through me at my mark on him. “So, you’re Siobhanny and Daniel’s daughter…?”