Novel & Cerita Adult Werewolf

Unbeknownst to Kyle, it was just a temporary rule to seal his fate and someone else's. Drew Chen. The muscular, tall and handsome jet black haired and green eyed Werewolf and Witch. Drew smiled and walked towards his cousin Kyle. "It's been long since we saw each other. Why that look?" Drew said pouting his lips. "I know why you are here. What method do you guys want to use now to force me into getting married?" Kyle asked with a deadpan expression.

In this world of werewolves, no one knew I was human, except Ryan. I never thought of myself as particularly clever. In the werewolf world, survival meant staying out of trouble and keeping a low profile. I never pushed my luck or tried to force human logic onto werewolf politics, customs, culture, or anything else. So, for all these years, I played my part as the gentle, well-mannered daughter of the Bloodmoon pack's Beta while quietly searching for a way back to the human world. But five years had passed, and I was still stuck here. Even after turning 18, when I awakened my wolf and the Moon Goddess assigned me a fated mate, nothing changed.

change. It was a grotesque, beautiful horror. Bones snapped and elongated. Skin rippled as fur retreated into pores. In a matter of seconds, three naked, panting men stood in the dirt, their bodies covered in scars and fresh, bleeding gashes. "He’s losing his grip, boys," one of the men spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "An Alpha who can't control his hunger for a human girl is a liability." The black wolf—Zayden—didn't shift. He stood his ground, a low, earth-shaking growl vibrating through his massive chest. His golden eyes locked onto the men, a silent promise of death.

You think I forgot how you tried to get me into trouble? I could not help the tiny whimper that escaped my lips; the cruelty in his dark eyes sent shivers down my spine. They were full of hate for me, and he had held this grudge for fourteen years; he still blamed that innocent, tiny four-year-old child. Werewolves don't age like humans; they reach maturity when they hit puberty and become full adults when they are eighteen. That is where the similarities end. Werewolves stop ageing, or at least their physical appearance does, when they reach their twenties. As their life expectancy is so much longer than a human's, they look younger for a longer period. So Reuben and the twins were, in real

“I’m sorry but yes. You need care and if your arm is bad enough that Angela is trying to restrict what you do then, similar to how I have forced Damian I will force you.” “You can’t do that. I’m an adult at nineteen.” “No ma’am. You are considered an adult in the manner that you can join the warrior program and travel to other packs in search of your mate but you can be forced into the hospital and receive care until you turn twenty-one.” “I don’t understand. Eighteen is adulthood.” “Not for werewolves. There is a grey area created mainly for those who are orphaned or choose to go rogue.” “You would force me to undergo surgery.”

he smirked as he continued to undress me. “Am I really the only one in all this that thinks it’s too soon? That I’m too young?” I asked, lifting my hips so he could pull off my shorts and underwear. “Yes. But, I was raised in the werewolf community. To werewolves, sixteen is the age you are considered an adult. And in the werewolf community, when you find your mate, you mark them and complete the bond within days. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to push or rush you. No matter what our wolves say, I won’t do anything till you are ready,” he assured, cupping my face as he pulled me into a deep kiss.

I feel the impact of every blow and kick they rained on me more than I would have felt if I had gotten my wolf. I'm not a normal werewolf you see. I'm a very late bloomer. Normally, the shifting age for werewolves is fifteen years. Sixteen for late bloomers. When I didn't shift at even seventeen years, I became the omega freak who is the butt of every joke. The stress reliever for every frustrated and the punching bag for every aggressive pack member, most especially those that called themselves my family.

He takes a bite out of his cookie. I rock my head slowly, “isn't that beautiful? What age does one become of age in the werewolf world?” Becoming of age is equivalent to turning the right age to phase, and find your mate. The witch world is 16, if I'm correct since Raine is yet to be 17. “17.” “And you've been searching for your mate since then?”

He motioned to the Council member and Jeff who stepped forward. They stood together at the front of the room. Jeff looked uncomfortable as he started to speak. "Well, one of the things that I know you've all wondered. Why was Gary looking for women no younger than forty five?" He saw the nodding of heads. "Human females who are changed into Werewolves usually take some time to go into heat. Sometimes it's years. However, when they're closer to menopause they go into their heat almost immediately. Also the Wolf Moon contributes to fertility."

Alpha King carefully explained. "So what do adult werewolves do?" I asked curiously. As far as I knew, werewolves would have to constantly train to be strong enough to defend their territory. If they didn't practice regularly, who would protect this territory? Alpha King smiled. "Of course werewolves must train, but when they grow up, they will train alone. Human society changes, so does wolf society. Physical strength cannot solve anything. Werewolves started doing business with humans a few years ago, now we also start using weapons."