Werewolf Web Novels & Hunter Gay for you Stories

What happens when two lovers reunite—only to face each other as enemies? Maxton never knew he was Alpha Mason’s son, not until tragedy revealed his true bloodline. Desperate to taste freedom before embracing his wolf destiny, he bargains for six stolen months. In a neon-lit club, he meets Dryann, older, devastatingly handsome, his eyes haunted by grief but his touch burning with desire. For six months, passion and solace bind them together, each night hotter than the last. But when duty calls them back, masks fall, and they stand on opposite sides of an ancient feud. The bond between them is undeniable… yet blood, loyalty, and destiny demand they choose. Will Maxton and Dryann fight for love against their clans? Or be left broken and scarred by it?.

Fuck, I couldn’t look at him. The guilt was eating me alive, and no matter how much I tried to shove it down, it kept crawling back up. I knew the truth. And I wasn’t telling him. Not now. Not ever. “And Silas?” His voice rang softly in my ear. I kept my eyes on the road. “What?” “I’m never leaving.” The corner of my mouth twitched, but I swallowed down whatever stupid response was about to come out. Yeah, he could say that now. But he didn’t know. If he did? He’d be gone. Some things weren’t meant to be shared. Some things stayed buried. This was one of them. ~~~ Accused of killing his Alpha and on the run, Riley barely escapes his pack before collapsing at a stranger’s doorstep. Silas, a human haunted by a past scarred by werewolves, takes him in—only to uncover secrets he never wanted to face. But as danger closes in, love and vengeance blur, and the line between hunter and hunted fades. In a world built on betrayal, Riley and Silas must decide if trust is worth the risk—and if love can survive when the truth could tear them apart.

I keep missing that wolf. I don’t miss. Dad made sure of that before I was old enough to drive. Silver bolt, clean line, done. That’s the job. That’s the family business. So why does the big white Alpha keep letting me live? Why did he crowd me into a tree, breathe me in like I was something he’d ordered, then hand me back my own crossbow? And why did he tell me people are going missing out of Tamarack, and it isn’t his pack doing it? I’ve got a girlfriend texting me kisses. I’ve got a father who’d put me in the ground for talking to the enemy instead of killing it. I should walk away. I’m going to investigate. *** Dax Holt is twenty years old, the youngest Alpha anyone can remember, and somewhere inside him a wolf looked at a hunter and said one word. Ours. Noah’s about to find out what that means.