Romans & histoires Beta Wolf Rank

he trails off, unsure what this has to do with the topic at hand but leans forward with interest to hear what I have to say on the subject. "Yes, and no," I explain, turning to face him completely crossing my legs in front of him, "every wolf spirit starts as the lowest ranking omega, and with each reincarnation depending on their actions of the previous raises through the ranks. It takes a wolf many lifetimes to achieve the rank of Alpha. Female wolf spirits have it tens times harder to achieve that rank, or the Goddess is more selective in their choosing because of what happens to them."

“And informally they are acknowledged to be of alpha rank.” Abigail hesitated for a long moment, her eyes resting on Cameron, and then she inclined her head. “If August has no objection, I agree to the giving of the title,” she said, turning her eyes to August. “I have no objection,” August said readily. “I personally feel that there is little difference between seventeen and eighteen, and that the formality is largely redundant – it is rare that a wolf’s rank is a surprise to anyone, the traits are firmly established by the time they are teenagers.”

* He snorted. Technically, I knew he was right since I understood where he was coming from. Alexakis was the name my parents had given to me... in my wolf form. So, if the name was to belong to either of us legally, it would be my wolf. That got me annoyed again, seeing as I didn't even have a name because of them. *A true leader is always ready to sacrifice even himself just to save one member of his subordinates.* My wolf told me. I sighed, knowing that he was right. But that still doesn't lessen the hurt I felt from knowing that these people didn't blink an eyelid just to let me go.

How can my wolf be special when it is so small? I glance at my alarm clock next to my bed shaking my head. It is almost midnight and still, I cannot fall asleep. My parents were so proud of me today but all I want to do is crawl into a deep dark hole and disappear. Today was my graduation where we receive our ranks. I guess it is different now than when my parents were in school. I guess back then the ranking ceremony meant more than it does now. Your rank was what decided who you could mate and marry with. Now though it just gives you a starting point. Like what jobs you can hold within the pack. Me, I ranked as a Delta. Which is only one rank above an Omega, how depressing.

The look on his eyes reminded me of how Nigel looked at Kristen and the thought of them made my heart ache. “Beta, as in the Greek letter?” I asked, not quite understanding. He laughed and his brown eyes danced, “Yes, but that means she’s the second in power and authority in the whole pack.” Wow. “You fight your way through to get ranked in the pack,” he continued, “That’s how it's done. She won everyone who challenged her, even Liam, the gamma.” “He was the former Beta?” Richie nodded his head in response. I was slowly catching up on the whole werewolf terminology.

Ironflame was the largest and most powerful pack in the Northern continent, and our pack, Shadowmoon, was one of its vassals. According to the stories, the crown alpha had long, jet-black hair, a sun-tanned complexion, deep hazel eyes, and a body that even the Lycan gods would envy. He was renowned as a skilled warrior, best known for defeating an army of rogues single-handedly at the cliff of shadows. The crown alpha was an impressive heir to his equally strong Alpha father, Alpha Ragnar, known as the Ironwolf. No wonder he was popular among young teenage wolves like Maddie.

A kingdom of power. That’s when I made the decision. He needed to know about my wolf. If she came out, wild and brutal, she could tear through everything in her path, including him. “I need to tell you something,” I said, gripping the reins tighter. He raised a brow, his attention sharpening like a blade. “My wolf... she’s uncontrollable. I’ve tried, but I can’t reach her. I’m afraid that when she comes out, if she comes out, she won’t spare anyone.”

He still hadn’t said anything, so I decided he was waiting on me. “So, who is Damen to you?” I asked, breaking the silence. “He is my beta,” he replied. Beta? I knew lycans used the same hierarchies werewolves did, but theirs weren’t predetermined like ours were. A werewolf’s hierarchy was determined by their aura. The stronger and more commanding the aura, the higher the rank. The only thing that would change that was to become a rogue. If you had

I wasn’t impressed by this and wanted to know who it was. In our world, the highest-ranking wolves are Alpha’s with their large black wolves, Betas come next with a smaller gray wolf, then the Gammas with their white wolves. At the bottom are the Omegas, but it's only because they have small wolves with any color pelt. The Omegas outnumbered Alphas, Betas and Gammas massively. “Let’s go in and get homework done while I make everyone dinner. Can you three gentlemen hunt down the table leaf and extra chairs when you’re done?” Cat asked.