Always For Men Novels & Stories

Why tell me something I already know? Remember when men used to be men? When they used to hunt. Kill their prey? When they were a little feral? Loved the feeling of warm blood between their teeth and hands? Now all they're are stupid puppies willing to follow the rules, and cared more about what's between a woman's skirt than a title.

HIHIHI Then now. It’s finally my turn to put on his ring. This is ring is really just so simple. Hmm. I guess most of the men are in simple style, unlike girls. Girls need to wear nail polish, having treatment of their hairs on the salon and of course! You shouldn’t forget the different types of clothing we have. Ranging from spaghetti, bra, blouse, dress and many moreeeeee!

Page 432, paragraph 3 rule 304 ***Every pack will be allowed their Alpha, or their representative, their Beta, or their representative, and no more than 4 warriors compete. It doesn’t say that the Alpha or the representative HAS to be a man. Actually, nowhere in the rule book does it say that only men are allowed to compete. I write this all down on a sheet of paper, trying to disguise my horrible writing and make it somewhat legible, and slide it under her door. The second the paper stops sliding I can hear her walking towards the door. “What the fack is this?” Silence, but I can hear her footsteps retreating further into her room.

He knows I am a risk, so any excuse I can conjure up is sure to be useless. "Why I am here, is none of your business," I snap, narrowing my eyes on the hand still firmly clutching my arm. His gloves are similar to what other men here wear. It is uncommon for unmated males to go without wearing gloves to parties like these, especially Alpha's. This is mainly because parties like these are for men and women to let loose and party without worry of finding their mate. Rich people are strange.

Everyone has a weakness, if you’re not me. Before going home, I stopped by a shop to buy some cosmetics. Her skin needs care, which wasn’t in her vocabulary. The problem was, I don’t know her skin type. How am I supposed to know? Jesus. Though I am a man, I have my skincare routine. Well, no one banned skin cares for men. We are human too, filled with physical imperfections and needs. We deserve those clay masks too. It’s time to stop the stereotyping because proper hygiene is life.

The only one who doubted me was him. Father shook his head. “No. No, you can’t. Men are biologically gifted with more muscle mass and strength than women. An alpha male will always best you. Why do you think men and women do not play on the same sports team or compete against each other? Nic, all it takes is one loss to lose everything I’ve built, just one.”

“Where are all the women? Surely, if wolves survived the war, they would have produced males and females? Can I talk to one of the women?” “There are no women. Only men,” he answers vaguely, with an air of awkwardness. “No women? But how? And that’s another thing…why do all the men have such strong auras? I’ve read about wolves, and it’s usually only the leaders, the Alphas, that have—” “You ask too many questions,” he interrupts for the last time, giving me a glare that causes me to drop the subject altogether. If I’m going to be here for the long haul, I guess I’ll just have to figure out the answers on my own.

Mom firmly believed that men were no good. Yet, as humans, everyone had desires. That was why our éclairs were not just a treat—they could also satisfy those urges and even had some cosmetic benefits. With these éclairs, no evil man could go around hurting women anymore. However, there was one strict rule—men could never eat our éclairs. If a man consumed one, it would react with his blood, causing an intense heat to spread through his body. While women would experience a similar warmth, it worked differently for men—it clashed with their energy, unlike the balance it brought to women.

“I mean, if I were horny and I was sitting next to me, I’d be all over myself too.” “I acted completely inappropriately. I wasn’t any better than those men you told me about who can’t control themselves when they sense a woman in heat.” “It’s different for men, though.” “What do you mean?” He smirked and said, “Well, unmated straight men will literally want to screw any woman in heat, no matter who she is or what she looks like. They don’t discriminate. Frankly, not much different than men in general, but I digress. Women, on the other hand. . .” He paused, holding my gaze.

Although I always had. My father’s jaw clenched, his expression hardening but there was a flicker in his eyes. Regret, maybe. Or something dangerously close to it. “Because it’s tradition,” he said, quieter at first, then louder as if he needed the conviction to hold. “Only men can lead a pack. That is the law. Women…were born to follow. To obey. Not to rule.” He looked away for the briefest second, then snapped his gaze back to mine. “This law has guided our kind for generations, and it will remain so. Tradition is not up for debate.”