Author Michael Wolff Novels & Stories

"Camden, Arlington, Fergus, and Orson." Michael said the names without hesitation. Regardless of whether his suspicions turned out to be true, he couldn't afford to voice them recklessly. He could lose his head for it if he accused someone without proof. And that was the problem—evidence. What kind of evidence did Michael have? The royal wolves had immense power. They could twist the truth to their advantage, and a young wolf like Michael could be easily disposed of.

Michael obviously was clueless and tried talking to me as he walked toward me. That only made it worse. His smell got stronger. The sound of his voice was intoxicating, I felt the deep vibration of the growl that escaped me at the sound of this voice. Not only did my wolf want to mark him now. He also wanted to mate him right there like the horny wolf he is. My body trembled even more as I struggle to contain him. But Michael kept coming closer and talked again and that was the end of my resolve. I had him against that tree so fast. I don't even think he understood what happened.

Wolf asked as soon as he opened Michael's studio door. "Huh? You came!" Michael put on his glasses and ran his hand through his messy hair in surprise. The man seemed relaxed facing Wolf—like Becca, but certainly not because they had slept together. Wolf never treated him harshly because Michael always did his work perfectly in his eyes. That's why Wolf never treated him harshly. "Wait a moment... This..." Michael searched for something, then asked Wolf to come closer to his desk. He showed a computer screen that enlarged a sequence of numbers with more than ten digits.

He couldn't tell them his brother had sent twelve angels to kill him and probably them that is why he has been guiding the cave all through the night. "Is that it or are you hiding something from us?" Tharollin asked with a grin. "It is none of your business if I am hiding anything devil." Michael said and snarled back at him. "Whatever Michael." Tharollin said with a smirk. "Now that you are here I have to check on my daughter and start preparing myself for the wolf festival tomorrow. So please look after my mate for me" Tharollin added walking towards Michael. "I don't know even know what Avonmora saw in you and why they made you her mate. Seriously speaking you are not meant for each othe

"I’ll allow you to go to school tomorrow. If you want to go anywhere else, just tell me. If it’s reasonable, I’ll agree. Stop trying to challenge me. My wolf isn’t as good-tempered as I am. If it really goes crazy, you won’t be able to handle it." This was the first time Michael mentioned his wolf. I nodded silently, though I didn’t believe him. Michael was already the most arrogant and irritable person I’d ever met. I couldn’t imagine what his wolf would be like if it was worse than him. Yet despite everything, Michael’s touch brought me a strange comfort. My body was changing, growing more accustomed to him. But my heart remained conflicted. Michael’s constant hurtful actions were driving

, Michael said just as he picked up his expensive white sleeve shirt and rushed out of the room, banging the door behind him. I felt relaxed not knowing what Spiffy had planned. Michael was my mate and the leader of one of the strongest Pack in Moon Hills, the Blue Fangs Pack and I was his Luna. Not quite long, my maid Steph walked into my room panting as she said “Alpha Michael said you should come down to the living room”. The scent of Spiffy's perfume filled the living room and as I was about to Sit beside my mate Michael he halted me with his hand as he said “Do not sit, hear what he has to say”.

The way I rode Michael's shaft all night, I still can't believe that I did it, maybe it's because I was so aroused watching Michael moaning and whimpering in great pleasure while I was bobbing up and down on his 10-inch hard shaft. I tightened my grip on Michael's body as I pressed my face even harder against his chest and sniffed it. I don’t know why but I really like the smell of Michael's scent right now. Sometimes, I don’t even understand myself, there are times that I hate Michael’s sweaty body but there are also times, like right now, that I like the scent of Michael’s body. For some odd reason, I really like the smell of his sweat that dried on the body, it smells so manly and homely

I copied the email and downloaded the attachment, deleted the email from my inbox and opened the next email. "Here are the lists of the wolves that signed up to join the army. Very few top-ranking officials and the rest are merchants in the bunkers. The top official that stood out was Beta Michael Klowasky of the Eclipse pack. He signed up a few hours ago. Find attached two files. One for Alpha Renfield and the other for you," It read, and I was glad. I wasn't bothered about Michael signing up. It was part of our plan anyway, but we were still going to be on our guard with him. Timber was very good at his job because no one knew Michael's true last name. He was from a very prestigious bloodl

"The old man is really good at this. Wouldn't he be afraid that I'll ruin his plan after getting involved in it?" How could you do that? Don't you have Michael with you? Nathaniel froze when Carlson mentioned Michael. "After all, he was very surprised to know that Carlson actually knew Michael!" "Nathaniel had gotten over his shook as Carlson continued, ""Besides, Michael is now the second-in-command of the Heavenly Alliance. As the first-in-command, what are you afraid of? What's more, Silver Fox, the best hacker in the jacket, and now the world's top three hackers are all working for you. So, what is there to be afraid of?"""

"You have qualities no one else possesses." "You should be more confident, instead of belittling yourself." His words warmed my heart, filling me with confidence. I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. "I like you too," I said softly, "For a long time." We smiled, our eyes locking. Then, we embraced tightly. His embrace was warm and solid, giving me a sense of safety and happiness. Michael POV I knew the wine had Blood of Wolfsbane. As the strongest werewolf, I could detect any poison, but I didn’t question it.