Wood Alpha Novels & Stories

Four white paws landed on the ground of a pure white wolf with icy blue eyes. Atticus my alpha wolf is a pure white wolf. I let Atticus take over and he speeds off like a bullet towards the forest. I just leave my ripped clothes where I landed. Running in the woods loosen me up from all the alpha duties. Atticus humped in dried logs and wet streams. The cool winds made me relax. In just seconds I was now on the top of the hill were surrounded by a deep blue ocean, this is my comfort place, no one knows about this place.

Wolfsbane was a plant found in the woods that could temporarily take away a werewolf’s power and leave them human, while it was still in her system, she wouldn’t be able to heal or regenerate, and that was exactly the plan. She knew that Logan would have a small quantity of it in every room, it was a measure taken to weaken and suppress the werewolf abilities to an extent when living with humans, to ensure that they do not expose their identities by accident. Also, Alphas keep it close to them in case their betas or omegas went rogue, they use it to keep the lesser ranked wolves in check if they went rogue during full moon nights or otherwise.

It was a good day. Everything seemed okay. Woodhidge, the town we were headed to in my yellow sedan, was not your ordinary town. It was a town where most of its inhabitants were Supernaturals. Humans took no more than five per cent of the town total population. That indicated that roughly ninety-five percent of Woodhidge's inhabitants were not humans. Unknown to the humans there, werewolves, vampires, witches, wizards, shapeshifters, mindreaders, and seers were also proud residents of Woodhidge. However, more than half of Woodhidge's population as a whole were werewolves. The werewolf preponderance made it look like there weren't any other beings living there aside from the werewolves.

Words were exchanged promptly before a remarkable blonde woman exited the vehicle, followed closely by a beautiful redhead. The blond woman seemed to be aggravated and taking her frustration on the two men that stopped them. Her strength was like a breath of fresh air, and I found myself amused. The rushing of feet against the forest floor caused me to hide momentarily as I watched the Alpha and two other wolves emerge from the tree line. The blonde's eyes glowed a magnificent orange hue as she directed her attention to the Alpha. "This should be interesting," I whispered to myself as one of the wolves shifted and confronted her.

"You have a death wish." "No," Luna said, licking her lips. "I have a hunger. And you, Alpha, smell like raw power." He should’ve torn her apart. A rogue like her—wild, unclaimed—was a threat to any pack’s stability. But something in her scent, her defiance, her heat… pulled him like gravity. "This forest is off-limits," he growled. "Turn back. Or I’ll drag you to my den in chains." "Promise?" she asked, smirking before shifting—her body erupting in silver light as fur replaced skin, and a midnight-black wolf bolted into the woods.

Old Oak wood does not burn like normal wood. In Wolf Creek, when a tree dies, you cut it and it burns orange and warm and it smells like smoke and it keeps you alive in winter. Old Oak wood, Baba said, burns black and cold. It does not give heat. It takes light. It takes life from Whites because Old Oak was where first White was made, so fire made from its dead body knows how to unmake White. That is what second wave brought.

At my silence, he cleared his throat, “I’m sorry. This is all very new to me. Blackwood is our pack.” “Like a wolf pack?” “Exactly!” Finn’s voice had an edge of excitement. “Azure is the Alpha, and I am the Beta.” “What exactly does that mean?” I felt stupid asking. I should have spent the last few days researching werewolves, but my mind has been stuck on the singular fact that they exist, and I’ve been incapable of thinking beyond that.

The appearance of a white wolf is mystical in shifter history. The prophecy claims that a white wolf is the guiding power behind a great change. These crazy men thought I was leading them to victory in some shifter war. “I’m probably just an albino, right, Doc?” He shook his head from side to side, making me feel defeated. “No. Beyond your white fur, you have no signs or DNA of albinism. The code for pure white fur is polygenetic. Multiple alleles are responsible for the expression of white fur. The probability that the exact combination for the trait is present is extremely low.”

I turned and saw the child, small and curly-haired, staring at Mia with innocent confusion, and the sight made the entire moment twist into something even more volatile. The girl stared at me curiously while clutching onto some ridiculous plastic bucket from the pool. Mia moved toward the child on instinct, every part of her turning protective, and the raw terror pouring off her was so sharp and desperate that it almost made me smile. “Vladimir…” she whispered shakily. “Move…” Then another scent hit the air, unmistakably Alpha, strong and dominant, carrying a fury so intense it seemed to thicken the atmosphere around us.

I was helpless and naked, immobile against the freezing, wet snow, sure it was stained red from the cuts all over my body. The white wolf stood over me and I realized I knew that scent. I figured out where I had smelled the scent of the mystery pack before. The wolf standing over me was Alexander Adalwolf, a man I had gone to Grey Wolf University with—a man whose life I had saved. He was the alpha of the Pine Forest Pack in Ontario. I looked up at him, wondering if he would take my life. That was when he shifted into his human form. “Wulfric?”