Chained Wolf Novels & Stories

“A guilty mind. Interesting." “That and Mir HO-chet byt’ ob-MA-noo-tym — pуст’ BOO-det ob-MA-not..” “The world wants to be deceived; so let it be decieved." He translates. I shurg. “Truthful words, if there were any.” He leans over the bar and places a kiss on my lips. He sets down a glass of wine. “We have so much in common," He murmured, setting out two plates. “We're both heirs to criminal syndicates.”

As I hop out of my Range Rover, I see that a council elder is standing at the door waiting to greet me. It’s not a very far drive from Slick Paw to the council headquarters. Even though they have a chamber in Black Claw’s palace, their central offices are located about 2 hours away from our pack. It’s located on the edge of 4 pack territories and looks more like a four-story office building than anything else. From the outside and those not a part of the supernatural world, you would never know this is the seat of Wolf Nation, outside of our capital in Black Claw.

I feel her being pulled, dragged by invisible chains that rip through my chest. One by one they clamp onto her—glowing, pulsing, ruthless. “No—please!” I sob, fighting against the restraints. “Don’t take her! She’s mine!” My voice cracks with blood and desperation. But he doesn’t stop. The rogues are chanting louder now, their voices rhythmic and cruel, a chorus of damnation feeding the spell like a sacrificial fire. My wolf appears, half-formed, clawing at the edges of my soul. She’s being torn out of me, her shape shimmering in agony. Her body flickers between shadow and smoke, her mouth open in a soundless wail.

I fisted my hands together, rage building up within me as I waited for his explanation. “You do not have a wolf so that makes you a human. As an Alpha, I cannot mate with a human. I need a Luna who would be my strength and not my weakness. So I, Alpha Alessandro Adler, of the Silver moon pack, reject Levana McKenna as my mate.” I felt hot all over. For a second I couldn't breathe. I felt like someone was choking me up…and at that moment I knew I lost. Before I could even ponder on what happened, a hot slap shot across my face and it was from a lady, I had seen her with the Alpha twice but I don't know who she is.

“A woman in all red, I'm always being chained and flogged and always by the pool side crying for my brother.” “First we would start by chaining you in a confined room and see if it would work.” As she spoke she was arranging the things needed to help me revive my wolf back. Chains, whipped were all arranged on a table. Without wasting too much time I was caged in a confined dark room. “If you recover all of your memories you will feel a connection with your wolf “

Calissa said stepping forward. With Ryan and Luther by my side, Calissa and Christine behind me I make my way down the steps. I want to greet these new wolves. I can tell just by looking at them they are scared and confused. They are a mix of men and women. Ages from maybe twenty to maybe sixty. It is hard to tell with wolves because they age differently than humans. The aging slows when we hit our twenties. Stop when they are just five feet in front of me. I know my guardians and a few warriors are behind me.

“Oh…um…I’m not part of the pack mind link. I am not connected to anyone via mind link.” “What? Why not?” “I….I don’t know. I’m just not.” “Chastity, when did you first connect with your wolf?” Beta Dimitri asked. “When I was thirteen.” “You should have been made an official member of the pack, and connected to the pack when that happened.” “Oh….I didn’t know.”

“West Mountains cover the wolf’s legs while the agricultural area is the butt part. Uhhh – the South Mountains is the tail and it detached itself from the main island but it gives such a nice illusion of a tail.” They continued their geographical discussion of Vooke but it was unbelievable how patient that alpha is, facing a chatterbox the whole morning. Hunter Jackson is an alpha but surprisingly, he did not become so worked out on the conversation they have as he can be very opinionated despite being a quiet person. That nonstop chatterbox is Rain Fitch, he is a beta and they have been Leo's human friends since primary school up until now. The two do not know that Leo's whole family are we

the fortress will be a cage within a cage. I spend the hours pacing. Three steps forward. Three steps back. The chain clinks with every movement. It is a steady rhythm. It keeps me from losing my mind. I try to reach out to my wolf. She is quiet now. She is exhausted from the rejection. The bond is a dull throb in my chest. It is like a bruised muscle. It hurts to move. but I cannot ignore it. The door opens again in the afternoon. This time it is Vane. The Beta.