Wood Alpha Novels & Stories

“Three of you fuckers tried to kill me tonight. Now you drug your alpha with wormwood, a banned substance I might add according to your precious rules! I hop off of the platfom and retrieve my knife. This blade would have killed those three cowards had a white wolf not shown up and scared the little bitches away. Your pack is weak and pathetic. I hope you all burn in hell! I should have let the vampires end you all!” I grab my tattered outfit and walk away from it all. I don’t care where. I just want to leave it all behind. I take one last glance back wishing the Frank I thought I knew was still there. Frank is just standing there like a statue. I turn away and shake my head. He isn’t an alp

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.

Not that I like you. -Ah...that...well, some people say I'm weird, like I'm on both sides, but I never wanted to be a werewolf. I just wanted to be a normal person. It's too much pressure being an alpha. Everyone expects too much of me and I don't like it. -So, your dad is?

Lacey's POV: I have been at the beautiful pond for about an hour. While I am laying down by the pond enjoying the peace and quiet, all of a sudden my senses are alerted when I hear a twig snap in the woods around me. I look around but see nothing but something is telling me someone is watching me, I decide its better for me to head back to the pack house. it's rare to see a white wolf and I don't need any extra attention, it's bad enough I am the pack slave, everyone thinks I'm an omega low level wolf, everyone thinks I am trash, but nobody knows I'm of the Alpha blood line. my birthday is in a week, and I plan on leaving when I turn 18, and nobody can stop me.

I mean he is a very attractive guy and well an Alpha which means he must know a thing or two about pleasure. The of thought of Alpha Max pleasuring me sends a rush of heat straight to my core. I clench my legs together to stop the need. Maybe I should let off steam in other ways. Just as the idea come to my mind, I heard something. I quickly and quietly get to my feet. The pool is not deep so only half of my body is covered by the water. I scan the treeline for any sign of movement. I feel his eyes on me before I see him. I feel the goosebumps raise on my skin. I slowly turn to face him or well his wolf. His wolf’s eyes are a deep ocean blue and they look…mad?

His hand had gone instantly to the gun in his holster, but before he could pull it free Waylon spoke again. "No she's not. She's a different girl. She looks nothing like the girl in that picture." Dani recognized an Alpha command when she heard it and this time she had no doubt. It worked on other wolves, but their wolves submitted to the Alpha wolf, didn't they? Or did it work with humans too.

Alley POV: The next morning, I woke up a little groggy and sore. Next time I have an encounter with rogues I need to make sure I don't drink alcohol. Nonetheless I dragged my feet towards my bathroom and sat under the hot water letting it soak into my skin. I remembered the small dream I had. Who was that woman? What did she mean when she said it's almost time? She seemed a little familiar. As I let the thoughts of the dream drift away thinking back on the way Stephen’s wolf looked in my opinion was rather odd. Most alpha males have a solid color wolf; his was white and black. I wondered what that was about.

“There he is. The one who gave me my name. The First Alpha. The one who bled before the moon chose her mate.” From the treeline, the air split. Not with magic. Not with fire. With presence. A single step forward, and every animal in the surrounding forest fled. Birds vanished from the sky. Leaves curled in upon themselves. The very wind reversed its direction. And then he appeared. No smoke. No stardust. Just fur the color of ancient ash and scars that looked carved by claws far larger than any still living. His eyes were amber, not glowing, not supernatural—just wolf. Wolf and nothing else. But they saw everything.

Red whines in agreement and we turn to head back but the fast running of a possibly white maybe grey, blurred wolf, barrelling towards us in the distance- Red and I both speak at the same time.

Those arrogant creatures are not invincible after all. Well, I learned many things about what Alice is. She was an elemental wolf. The book says elemental wolves don't normally shift at the age of sixteen like normal wolf since their magical powers block their wolves, same with Alice. Once they shift, they get stronger than other normal werewolves. totally true. She gives an aura that was capable to irritate my father.