All Chapters of Feral Attraction : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Her tender words, ‘Yours forever,’ still echoed in my ears, a sweet promise that soothed the wild thing inside me. I held her close, my massive body curled around her smaller form, our breathing slowly syncing. The scent of our lovemaking, of her sweat and my fur and our shared passion, hung heavy in the air. It was the most content I had ever felt. Mine. She is truly mine.After a few peaceful moments, she stirred in my arms. I loosened my grip just enough for her to shift. She reached for her phone on the nightstand, the soft glow illuminating her face. She checked the time and smiled, a wicked, delicious curve of her lips that immediately made my blood heat again.“I still have like an hour before I have to go home,” she murmured, her voice husky with recent pleasure. She set the phone down and turned to me, her eyes dark with renewed intent. Her small, warm hand settled on my chest, right over the spot where my heart was beginning to pound anew. “What about I ride your cock, Mr. W

The quiet hum of Gal’s study lamp cast a soft circle of light over her desk, making everything else in her room feel distant and calm. Books were stacked like tiny towers beside us, notes scattered everywhere; highlighters, pens, and half-empty mugs of tea marking our slow crawl toward exam readiness.We sat facing each other, knees almost touching, both of us trying to look focused. It was a few days before exams, and we’d promised ourselves to finish the last of our assignments before the big week began.Gal tapped her pen against the edge of her notebook. “Okay,” she said. “One more question and we’re free.”“Free to sleep for twelve hours,” I said, pretending to yawn dramatically.“Free to revise Chemistry tomorrow morning,” she corrected, smirking.I groaned. “You’re ruthless.”She rolled her eyes, leaning forward. “Focus, Anderson. We’re talking about photosynthesis.”I blinked. “Again? Haven’t we dissected that topic enough times?”“Not quite.” She grinned, flipping through her

A soft, breathless laugh escaped her lips as I rolled off her, the sound like music in the humid, sex-filled air. “Welcome, my love,” she’d whispered.I leaned down, capturing her mouth with mine in a slow, deep kiss that tasted of us, of sweat and satisfaction and her unique, sweet flavor. It was a thank you. A benediction. A promise of more.I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. In the moonlit dimness of her room, they were bottomless pools of dark warmth. I let her see it all; the feral wolf, the needy man, the desperate, all-consuming love I had for this human who held my wild, fractured soul so gently in her hands. The intensity of it, of her, was a trigger I’d never learned to control.“I love you more,” I growled in a low whisper into her ear.A familiar, searing heat erupted along my spine instantly. My muscles twitched, then contorted. A low groan was torn from me as my form blurred, bones reshaping, skin prickling with the emergence of thick, dark fur. The world s

The kitchen smelled faintly of cinnamon and toast that morning, the kind of warm, homey mix that usually made it easier to start my day. I was sitting at the table with my bowl of cereal half-full and my geography notes spread all around it like a messy moat around my breakfast. Mom was at the sink rinsing a mug, humming softly under her breath, and Dad was behind me at the counter, buttering a slice of bread with the kind of focus he usually reserved for fixing the car or watching football. The radio murmured in the background, and the soft groan of the fridge filled the quieter moments.Just as I scooped another spoonful of cereal, Mom’s voice cut through the kitchen noise; quiet, but sharp enough to catch my attention.“Darling, I forgot to tell you,” she said as she dried her hands with a dish towel. “I saw something weird around three in the morning when I got up to use the bathroom.”My spoon froze mid-air. Weird how? My mom didn’t usually make a big deal out of anything.Dad r

Monday morning arrived too soon.The air around Valley Stone High felt sharper somehow, buzzing with nerves and caffeine. The hallways that usually echoed with chatter and laughter now hummed with the sound of rustling papers and deep sighs. Every student had the same wild-eyed look; the kind that came from staying up too late and questioning every life decision that led to this moment.The first exam was English Language, which wasn’t terrible news. Between Gal’s obsessive study sessions and my last-minute bursts of productivity, I actually felt ready. Still, as I walked through the main doors, the tension was thick enough to taste.Gal was already waiting by the lockers, a neat stack of index cards in her hand and a calm expression that I didn’t trust for a second. She looked up as soon as she saw me and smiled.“You look awake,” she said, sounding both impressed and surprised.“I know, right?” I grinned, adjusting my backpack. “Didn’t even need caffeine today.”“That’s suspicious,”