Feather And Tristan Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

(Nakesha POV) My head felt fogy as I wake up wrapped in warmth that smelled of black tea and citrus. Something that I enjoyed waking up to every morning. When I try to get out of bed not only do I realize this isn’t my bed nor am I in my room, but I can’t seem to be able to get up. I then realize the reason I couldn’t get up and that was because there is an arm wrapped around my waist. The arm wrapped around me tighter, as it brought me closer to someone sleeping behind me. I almost thought what happened last night was just a dream, but the pain my neck is in really tells me that it wasn’t a dream. That guy bit me, no, that guy marked me as his mate but why. I need to get out of here and get

I was feeling so weak that I couldn't even stand from my seat. Why would Rachel poison me with a wolfsbane? All these years she's been working with me, why would she give me this to drink, knowing quite well I am allergic to wolfsbane! I thought my wolf was dead, but then I realized it wasn't just me struggling, my wolf was doing the same too. And it was fighting hard to take over my body. I tried to hold my wolf back but it went wild, dominating over me. I dashed out of the window, the glasses shattered, falling after me. I landed on the ground, lucky for me, I was in my wolf form, so I didn't get hurt.

I struggled to say while my hands pointed to the window where I saw the vacancy flyer while I was getting into the cafe. "You want to work here?" She asked me, and I nodded. "Hmmm... I have never seen a human who is willing to work where she will be surrounded by werewolves. Aren't you afraid of your life?" I gulped. Of course, I was afraid for my life. And that was exactly why I needed to work where I would be able to interact with werewolves all day. It would help give me some confidence. Besides, it was not like I was afraid of them because I was a human and they were werewolves. As a girl who came from the lines of hunters, I had seen more weird creatures than werewolves. It was just my

If humiliation had a sound, it would be the soft, wet slap of webbed feet on Nathan’s desk. The alpha office of Ghost Whisper Pack was crowded, shoulders tight with rank and divinity, power stacking the air like storm clouds, and I, Tristan, king of werewolves, waddled in a ragged figure eight between a cold carafe of water and a stack of mission briefs. The room stank of leather, ink, wolf, and wet feathers. No matter how much I willed myself to change back into my wolfen or human form, it did not happen.

Lucien whispered Riven torn at Lucien clothes heat pulsating through him, he stared ,stared at Lucien bare chest, scars laced every corner Riven put his lips on every scar one after another Gently, assuringly Lucien throat tightened, this show of affection was different was harsh The Bond It was the bond Lucien told himself this feeling of vulnerability was due to the bond nothing else Riven proceeded with the assault Lucien let out sounds of pleasure Yes it was the bond Nothing else It's his wolf that wants this, that craves this It wasn't him Lucien told himself Riven didn't seem to be bothered as he tugged down on his trousers and brush his lips against his thigh

I will let you know when we are position. “Don’t play dumb with me boy. The Dark Alpha wants her, and he will do everything possible to get her. We can start with your Beta here.” He holds out his claw and swipes them across Tristan’s abdomen. Tristan tries to fight back but for some reason he doesn’t seem to be healing from most of his wounds and I can tell he has already lost a lot of blood on his arm where a large chunk of his left bicep is missing. “I am not lying. We are unaware of any Moon Wolf. She is not in our pack that we are aware of. I don’t even know what to look for, how would I know if she is the Moon Wolf?”

Get your hands off her, Crowne, before I break your fingers right over this table!" Damien Cross roared, his inner wolf surging to the surface as his fangs fully extended, his scent filling the confined office with the raw, metallic stench of fresh blood and ozone. Tristan Crowne didn't even blink, his massive shoulders blocking the light from the hallway as he slammed the heavy iron door shut behind him with a force that rattled the glass partitions of the facility. He ignored Damien entirely, his golden Alpha eyes locking onto me where I sat on the leather sofa, my fingers still trembling as I clutched the updated jersey schematics for the winter league. Before I could shift my weight to s

She added. Sighing, Tristan rose to his feet. "If you can't cooperate, don't make our negotiations more difficult. If you insist on doing it this way, I'm forced to end the conversation. Tristan reiterated. Tristan finally stood up after saying that, intending to walk away. When Tristan revealed himself to be a wolf, one of the two persons Carol White had brought tried to attack him. The she-wolf nearly bit Tristan's nape, but the Alpha effortlessly threw the she-wolf away due to Tristan's quicker reactions. In reality, Tristan had time to pierce the she-wolf's shoulder with his razor-sharp nails before it was tossed out.

"I want to build a future, Sera. With you. Starting right now." She kisses him, her answer clear. When they break apart, both are smiling through tears. "Okay," she says. "Let's build a future." "Together?" "Always together." They head back to the pack house, hands linked, hearts full. Around them, the territory buzzes with life—seventy-three wolves making their home, building their futures, refusing to let fear win. It's not perfect. The Order is still out there. Hale is still plotting. Humans are still afraid.

She did this on purpose! “Leah, do you even know what you’re doing?” Chisel’s head snapped toward me, his face filled with naked disgust. “If you’re angry, aim it at me. Don’t you dare harm Sylvia! We already have a pup on the way—do you want the Moon Goddess to withhold Her blessing because of your vile tricks?” The words knocked the breath from my chest. I stared at him, at the male I had loved for three years, carrying his pup in my womb—and he would rather believe another she-wolf than me, even curse our unborn pup with the Goddess’s wrath?