Wood Alpha Novels & Stories

When he turned eighteen. Alpha Camren is very handsome. His hair was a natural platinum blonde and his eyes were the color of diamonds. He's tall and has pale skin from the lack of sun. He wasn't delicate. He was built like a stallion with muscles wider than my hands put together. He must've worked out daily. Despite being a golden figure of popularity amongst the female pack members... He had a terrible personality. In fact Alpha Camren is a white wolf. Something Alpha families were known for in this area. Thanks to our fur adapting to the arctic environment.

For a little while he only treated me badly when others' eyes were around us, but he was still his old self when we were alone, up until I turned sixteen and got my wolf earlier than most, most of them at 18. I was an early bloomer, my father used to say that happens with Betas or Alphas for the first time if you are stronger than most, he shifted at 15, my mother did at 16. Timothy didn't say anything when I shifted, he didn't even come down like an Alpha Heir should have for his Betas first shift, then a month later on his eighteenth birthday, the hate he showed me, I was almost devastated by his reaction towards me.

I ask her confused. Scarlett takes a deep breath and realizes that she will have to explain her reasoning. “Look this was told to me in confidence, and I did not mean to break her trust. Alma confided in me while we were at the spa. Alpha Jerome is dying. He has a very aggressive form of cancer that is killing him faster than his wolf can heal him. They have tried everything within their power to stop it, but nothing has worked. Alma found a witch when she was looking to save her mate. The witch was not able to heal Alpha, but she did ease some of his suffering.” Scarlett looks down at her hands, I can see that she feels bad for telling us Alma’s confession to her.

After all the effort of putting on the outfit, removing was also too much effort. He joined his mother and father at the front, both of them already shifted. His mother's wolf was pure white. It was tradition that Lunas were usually white to represent power and purity however there have been instances of Luna's being other colours. Alpha's were either black or a dark grey, there was no other colour that they could be. His father wasn't an exception, with a muscular shape, he stood out from the rest of the pack.

If I lost , I was proving that I was not worthy of being Alpha . If I lost , I was disgracing every female Alpha wolf in the .... ' I see you're still a tacky overthinker ' , a lazy voice echoed within me . " Blackie !!! ", I yelled out , losing concentration and also losing the staring competition . " She's back to talking to you ? ", Rio called out loudly , he was just as excited as I was and would hopefully forget that I had lost the match . I nodded vigorously . " She's being cranky but she's talking , that counts ", I told him .

Which is why Albus got away with calling the alpha rabbit food. "Come on alpha!, why so glum?" Albus asked. Legolas growled, pulling the covers over his head and hoping that would get Albus the hint to get lost. It didn't. Nothing to get the ball of energy out of the room unless his mate called him. Perks of being a white wolf. Something very rare. White wolves weren't affected by the alpha's command since they were descendants of the moon goddess.

'Sorrell… thank you for saying that,' says Alma, getting choked up. 'I meant every word. You’re my best friend, Alma. How could I ever see you as anything but your own person?' She lets out an emotional yelp and nuzzles herself against the barrier in my mind, and I can feel her love and affection warming me from inside, so I return the same emotions. “If you’re trying to make an Alpha wolf cry, you’re going about it the right way,” Alden chuckles, “Atlas is all choked up now.” “So is Alma,” I smile, “But now I’m just distracting you, you have a Beta to talk to.”

Its chaotic mana sizzled against her skin, burning her side. Mwajuma grunted in pain, but her high Battle IQ took over. She didn't try to pry its arms off. She slammed both of her palms against the wooden wall behind her. She couldn't manipulate the wood, but trees this ancient absorbed minerals from the earth. She reached into the cellular structure of the mahogany trunk, pulling the microscopic traces of silica and iron to the surface.

"The Prime magic must put it back to sleep. He knelt down. He opened the box. Inside was a vial of silver liquid. "Moonwater," Wulfric explained. "Mixed with Wolfsbane. Just a drop. It will sedate the wolf spirit without harming the boy." "Wolfsbane is poison," I snapped, shielding Leo. "In high doses, yes," Wulfric said calmely. "In micro-doses, it is a sedative for the beast." He looked at Damian. "It is the only way, Alpha. If he breaks his bones now, he will be crippled for life." Damian looked at Leo, who was screaming now, his back arching as his spine began to pop. "Do it," Damian ordered. I held Leo’s hand. "It's okay, baby. Grandpa Wulfric is going to give you medicine." Wulfric tip

but I had no more cards up my sleeve. I’ll have to protect Kaia another time, further down the line…for now I just need to get Alma out of here, and bartering Kaia was the only thing I had left. “You? You don’t have access to the White Wolf?” Alpha Miso laughs out, his chuckle patronising as he stares down at me, moving away from the desk to stand in front of me. “Kaia Varon, Alpha to the Dark Phantom pack…yes, I know her.” I keep my chin high, keep my