Dog Knotting Novels & Stories

A year ago, Aveline Young found a man with amnesia on the side of the road and brought him home. This man was strikingly handsome, with broad shoulders, long legs, and a face that could easily earn a fortune in modeling. Aveline felt an embarrassing flutter in her heart and on a whim, they quickly got married. However, once the man recovered his memory, his first action was to divorce her, claiming he needed to go back and take over his family's business. Aveline was stunned but accepted the divorce, thinking that money was more important and that she shouldn't be tied to one man when there were plenty of younger options available. On the day they finalized their divorce, Aveline shocked everyone in Cloudflare City with a bold statement in the divorce papers: "He’s no good, so I got bored." Post-divorce, Aveline was never short of attention from young, attractive men. At one social event, a friend inquired whether she would ever consider reconciling. Aveline scoffed. "The one who brings up getting back together is a dog!" Late one night, her phone rang. "Who's this?" "Woof!"

Warning: Dark and Twisted. Extreme taboo, age-gap dynamics, Possessive alphas, Brutal Knotting, Raw Sex. Wanna be ruin…. Welcome Home! I’ve always wanted him. My Alpha. My guardian. My late father’s friend. Alpha Ronan. To him, I am just an obligation, a child to be shielded. His cold, stormy eyes gaze past me as if I am invisible. To shatter his control, I take a job at his MC bar. I want to be right in his face while I dissemble his legendary control. But I catch the attention of his Vice President instead. Alpha Evander. With amber eyes that see through my soul and venomous words that leave me wanting, he is a burning fire compared to Ronan’s frostiness. I beg him to burn me. The moment he catches me, fingers deep in my cunt in Ronan’s office, Evander turns me inside out. He claims me with a brutal knot, finally giving me the fire I craved. The night isn't over. My Alpha walks in. Seeing me ruined on his desk, Ronan stops pretending. He mounts me like a starved beast, filling me with his seed while I am still leaking with Evander’s. I thought I had what I wanted, but fate has twisted plans. One night turns into a permanent obsession. We discover the truth in my blood: A rare Lunara bond. Any Alpha who mounts me becomes bound to my soul, an unbreakable link leading to devotion or madness. The biggest shock? Being kidnapped by a notorious rogue, Alpha Silas. I was supposed to be his breeding toy. Instead, I am his fated mate. Three Alphas. One Omega. None of them will let go. One is lying, one is obsessed, and one is a monster. Will I survive them… or break us all?

He rejected me to save his pack. Now he'll destroy empires to own me, and I'll let him, right before I make him beg.... Three years ago, my fated mate tore out my throat in front of his entire pack, called me defective, and left me bleeding in the mud. My wolf died that night. Or so I thought. Now Caelan Ironwood is alpha of a crumbling territory, and he's dragged me back to his penthouse prison. His pack is dying. His rival, a psychopath named Silas Blackmoor, is closing in. And apparently, my "worthless" omega blood carries a primal gene that can birth the most powerful heirs in centuries. His solution? A breeding contract. I refuse. I fight. I tell him I'd rather die than let him touch me again. But then my first heat in three years hits like a wildfire. My body doesn't care about my hatred, it only knows one thing: alpha. Caelan is the only one who can ease the burn, and when he finally takes me, I discover a secret. Every time he knots me, I absorb his power. He thinks he's claiming a breeder. He's actually building a queen. Now I play the broken omega by day and steal his strength by night. He wants an heir. I want revenge. But somewhere between the snarling and the knotting, the lines blur. Because the monster who destroyed me is also the only one who makes me feel alive. And when Silas comes for us both, Caelan will have to choose: his pack, his pride, or the mate he shattered who now holds the leash to his ravenous, desperate soul. He rejected me to be strong. He'll beg to keep me, and I'll let him. Just not the way he expects.

At the five-star hotel where the blind date was set, leftover takeout was complimentary. I liked their Australian lobster and Poule de Bresse en Vessie. I packed my own portion and even helped box up what my date hadn't finished. Just as I picked up the bags to leave, he grabbed me with a dark look and demanded, "Jennifer, we agreed to split the bill. What gives you the right to take all the food?" I explained that he wouldn't be able to finish it anyway, and if we didn't take it, it would just be thrown away. He let out a cold laugh. "I paid for that food. Even if I toss it, that's none of your concern. Looks to me like you've been waiting for a chance to take advantage. I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. "I'd rather feed these leftovers to a dog than give them to you! And don't bother contacting me again. That petty, small-minded behavior of yours is disgusting." I pressed my lips together, at a complete loss for words. After all… this five-star hotel belonged to my family.

My sister had struggled with severe depression for years, and the only thing that seemed to ease her pain was her dog, Toto, who had become her constant companion. But when her illness flared up again, Toto was nowhere to be found. Then, my husband, Lionel Cress's childhood sweetheart posted a picture of Toto on social media. [With her, it feels like you're here with me.] I lost it. I called Lionel in a frenzy, but despite being my sister's psychologist, he was completely indifferent. "Your sister has been sick for so long. How could she suddenly relapse just because Toto's gone for a few days?" When I rushed back home, I found my sister in the bathroom, her wrists cut. Later, Toto's body was discovered outside our building, with Lionel's gift to his childhood sweetheart—a ring—lying next to her. I buried both my sister and Toto, and left behind nothing but a divorce agreement. Lionel went crazy, desperately trying to find me.

While the whole world knew about Lyra Hades as the heiress of the 'Hades Group', I, her twin sister, Leilani Hades, was nothing, but her shadow whom nobody knew existed.'Marry Jaxon Grant in my place, and I will consider helping you' When my beloved nanny, the only one who ever cared about me was on the sickbed, at the verge of death, the only condition my twin sister gave in exchange for giving me money for the treatment, was to marry her boyfriend in her place. 'She couldn't be with a man who was just an adopted son. A dog of the Grant's family who was likely to not get any inheritance' that was her excuse for not marrying him, taking advantage of our identical face to fool him.However, there was something weird about my new husband from the day we got married. His aura, his charm, everything about him screamed power. He wasn't an ordinary adopted son whom my sister had mistaken him for. My husband was hiding something from me, but what was it? Does he have a hidden identity?

"SHE'S NOT EVEN HIS TRUE MATE. I AM! HE'S MINE! I MUST HAVE HIM!" As an omega born without a wolf, I was treated less than a dog in the pack. As a maid to all the pack members, I got maltreated by everyone. Heaven forbid the clan members treat a wolfless and mateless omega like me with respect and love. I was called the clan's 'bad luck'. Is it my fault that I am born an omega? But it's about to change. My Omega wolf changes into a Luna and my mate is none other than the already mated Alpha of the Cosmos Kingdom. I am a TRUE mate to the most powerful Alpha king amongst the werewolves clan. An alpha I fantasize about, every night. A male my body desperately needs. Should I give up on him because another Luna tricked him into believing she's his true mate or should I claim him, no matter the consequences? How far will I go to be with a male that has been destined by the moons to belong to only me?

When Julian, the true heir by blood, was finally brought back to the Family, my cold-blooded adoptive parents cast me aside. They sent me to "The Abyss"—a clandestine hellhole where billionaires and mafia bosses paid to hunt, rape, and slaughter human prey. No matter how humiliatingly I begged for mercy, I remained locked in an iron cage, passed around as prey for those bloodthirsty beasts. Days later, a photo of me—covered in whip marks, kneeling like a dog with a chain around my neck—made its way to my beloved fiancée, Vivienne. Standing before the press, the untouchable Mafia Princess sneered, her voice dripping with disgust. "He’s pathetic and utterly filthy. The Valenti family would never align with such trash. I'll be marrying Julian instead." On cue, the Russo family officially disowned me, permanently stripping me of their name. After I was tortured to death, the wedding of the century commenced, broadcast live worldwide to celebrate the alliance between two major mafia families. But right then, my "wedding gift" was delivered. When the box was opened, the entire room went dead silent.

The old saying goes, “You may feel good mistreating your spouse, but trying to win them back will be a laborious task.”Before the divorce, Michael saw Ivanka as a heartless, self-serving woman who would stop at nothing to reach her goals. But after the split, the man who once declared that “falling in love makes you a fool” became the fool himself. “Marry me, honey. I love you,” he pleaded. “Marry me, honey. I’m sorry,” he begged. “Marry me, honey. I’ll make it up to you for the rest of my life,” he promised. Ivanka simply retorted, “Would you please stop following me around? You’re driving me crazy. Are you a dog or what?” To this, Michael replied, “I’m your lapdog, honey. I’ll only bark for you.”Ivanka smirked. As a successful lawyer, renowned physician, and elite hacker, why would she ever consider remarrying this worthless man and becoming his caretaker once again?“I won’t remarry you, you b*stard. Stay away from me,” she declared.

Marley Benson is pathetic.  Not because she's a loser or because she's in love with her cousin's boyfriend. Okay, she might be a loser, but it does have everything to do with being in love with her cousin's boyfriend. It isn't Marley's fault that Luca Valentine has beautiful green eyes and a face sculpted by the gods. And so what if Marley is exaggerating, he's that attractive.  However, everything changes when Ares Abernathy decides to make Marley's life even more miserable than it was before.  She can handle watching the love of her life with someone who isn't her. What she can't handle is Ares' sharp words that cut like glass.  Besides, what has she ever done to make her the target of his cruel antics? With Ares at her throat Marley is forced to focus on other things.  Things that have nothing to do with Luca Valentine. Like why does her best friend seem to be hiding something, or why there's a giant dog lurking outside her house?  Or better yet, why is Ares Abernathy so obsessed with her?