Wolf Shirt Alpha Novels & Stories

Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts. This year was our turn to hold the annual Alpha meeting. Ever since Mykel stepped up and took over from his father, he had avoided each one with the excuse he wasn’t ready. But not this year, had we refused to accommodate it would have been seen as a great disrespect to the surrounding packs as well as those who are coming from further away.

I answered as I spoke into the microphone placed in front of me. A woman raised her hand, who I recognized as Alpha Mira of the Solitary Pack. She had my respect because she was the only female Alpha I had come across and regulating a pack was a hard task. “Why don't we all join forces then? After all, the war is bound to affect everyone; Every supernatural being and even humans,” she spoke in a genteel tone. She had a point, but a werewolf’s pride was intoxicating. This was something she wouldn't understand because women were selfless and thought of what would be best for everyone. But that was not the case here amid power-hungry men, who only thought selfishly.

As I stood infront of Jackson his intoxicating scent gave me a boost of energy, I didn't know I needed. I unfastened the towel wrapped around me and let it drop to the floor. I stood infront of him totally naked and in complete awe on how quickly his eyes changed from a perfect sapphire colour to obsidian in a matter of seconds. I knew his wolf was scratching at the surface, trying to break free rom his mortal coil. I knew that if Alpha Jackson drops his guard for half a second his wolf would leap out and stand before me, and I didn't know what turned me on more, the thought of finally undressing Jackson or seeing his wolf for the first time.

So fucking funny, he is Alpha wolf who dressup like vampire. He walks in swiftly as if he is floating like a real vampire. He has his cape on and is wearing a tight, all black suit. His hair is, surprisingly, slicked back neatly and the side of his lips are smeared with red lipstick to make it look as if he had just sucked blood out of a helpless human. "This is so unfair! Why didn't you dress up?" Sebestian whines when he sees me with my leather jacket on. "I don't know who I wanna be so I just came as myself," I shrug, secretly enjoying his child-like behavior. He looks cute.

That surprised her as she never thought she would defend Qillalon's name. Velmont raised his hands in surrender, “I know. What I’m saying is that the shirt is the real deal. Whoever wears it is the killer we are looking for, and it's 2 times smaller than the Alpha’s clothing. We are looking for a male or a female that could fit in a medium-sized shirt.” He explains as he touches his chin—thinking deeply.

Still recovering from a shift that had nearly torn him apart. Outside, Silvermark stretched beneath him. The pack grounds were alive. Wolves moved about their duties. Guards patrolled the paths. Somewhere below, someone laughed. Someone else barked an order. Life continued, steady and unaware. Like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t collapsed. Like the Alpha hadn’t rejected him. Like a message hadn’t just been delivered demanding a death. Alvar. The name settled in his chest, heavy and familiar. The Cold Alpha of the North. His target.

Her wrinkled hand pointed at the teenage woman on her right side. “This chatty granddaughter of mine is looking for a notebook with a purple wolf cover. Are you selling such a book, Alpha?” she asked the young Alpha before her. The corners of her wrinkled eyes formed a sweet smile when she saw the surprised face of the young Alpha wearing a red plaid shirt. “Sorry. Here is only a book cover with the yellow wolf logo, corresponding to the wolf logo of our clan chairman.” His two hands were fused in front of his chest as a sign of apology.

Black dress shoes, slacks, and a black dress shirt with the top four buttons left undone, revealing just a hint of the muscular chest the fabric stretched across. This was obviously the Alpha. Not only does André resemble him, but he is radiating power. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his gaze settled sharply on me. It was not the eyes of a man I looked at it; it was a beast. His wolf’s vivid yellow eyes had honed in on me like a predator who’s found its prey.

Alpha Alessio was already dressed up, to my surprise. “Alpha? Do you need any help?” I asked out of courtesy. He turned to face me. He was wearing casual clothes surprisingly. A black high collar t shirt with its sleeves scrunched up at his forearms, black jeans, a navy blue jacket on his arm that I suppose he was planning to wear over the t shirt. The dark colour was complimenting his skin and the hairstyle. Looking at him dressed like this, it was no wonder that so many girls could not stop talking about him.

No, she will fight, and if she must, she will forge alliances in the shadows where the violet moon dare not reach. Her path is clear, though perilous. The only one who could possibly stand against the might of Alpha Wilson and the Redbone Pack is the one who lurks in the heart of the Amazonian Rainforest, a place where even the bravest wolves fear to tread. Alpha Cortis Reynold, the Black Mamba of Javari Valley, a name whispered with reverence and dread alike. It is said that his teeth are venomous and his heart is colder than the darkest night. The stories tell of his dominance, his hunger for power that rivals that of any wolf in North America. If there’s one soul in the world who would re