Felix Wolf Cut Novels & Stories

At least seducing Alexander to save her pack was her decision. Mae set down her pen, forcing a smile as her eyes traveled across the table and landed on the alpha wolf headed toward them. Alexander Caron was a massive, muscled wall of a Canadian packmaster from a few hours north of Wolf Pack Run, and the man who could save them all, according to her brother.

She asked and we nodded. After she left, Caius heaved out loudly. "We should bathe and go see her." Owen nodded in agreement so we all agreed to meet up again in thirty minutes. As much as Luna Allison can comfort our wolf, Sophia's presence would be more beneficial for us. Our wolf recognizes Luna Allison but it is more loyal and submissive to Sophia. Alexios should be on his way already, he had said he is going to rush up and take a bath, so we would be joining the two.

' My wolf max said and I groaned in frustration. ' it's my kill, I deserve it don't I?' I replied but he didn't answer. Fine if he doesn't want me to kill the mutt I won't. " take him to the dungeon. Starve him and beat him if you want, I don't care. Make sure you use wolfsbane on him too if he doesn't want to talk. I'll be in my office." Miles and Damian lifted the wolf and walked away with it. I tried to ask max why he didn't want me to kill him but he only called me stupid and said that the only sense I have is the instinct to kill. That my brain was like Patrick in Spongebob and I wasn't even useful.

Did he really think I had a hand in it? Xara growled fiercely as we stood up, ready to defend ourselves. We wouldn’t allow them to tie us up for no fault of ours. “I have no connection with Felixe. Let me go.” He didn’t listen to a word I spoke, his bones cracking as he shifted into his wolf form. The enormous brownish copper-shaded creature loomed over me, and I knew we didn’t stand a chance against him. The pitch black wolf, called Leandros, snarled back, approaching closer. “Stay away from me!” I growled menacingly, full on attacking mode. He stopped and turned to look at Zephyrus in confusion.

As our moment was finally slowed and we tumbled together to the earth, Felix kicked and clawed, trying to take my belly—but his nostrils were flared and his eyes wide because he had no new air. And in a few seconds he’d start to feel that. But holding a massive wolf long enough to suffocate him—without being disemboweled myself—was no easy feat. I struggled to my feet, trying to keep him on his back and keep the pressure on his throat so that he couldn’t breathe, yet also twisting away to stay clear of his claws.

Sierra gripped the stems of the frost-roses, the thorns biting into her palm. Around her, the young wolves of the studio were howling with excitement, their eyes gleaming with the thrill of a public mating ritual. Felix stood there, his chest puffed out, a triumphant smirk tugging at his lips. He was certain he had her cornered; in his mind, a female who had been discarded by the Steele Alpha would be desperate for any high-caste wolf to claim her.

No reaction came from it for a while until it gave a small shake of it's head which Penelope settled as a nod. Just like Dorian's,its fur was as soft and fluffy,it would be a crime not to say this creature in front of her was cute, although she took back that word 'cute' when she saw its canines,how was it possible that something that could reap your head to half in one go had the ability to look so adorable. . . Although Felix tried keeping his composure,he had stupidly let his inner wolf take control after feeling the smooth brush of her fingers in his fur,his Wolf's tail had already began wagging without his knowledge.

I crowed. “I heard what he said,” Felix groused. “He just wants to sell a food gremlin like you more snacks. Don’t blame me if the earth quakes every time you take a step.” “Excuse me, did you just call me a food gremlin?” I sputtered. “Fat. Ass. Food. Gremlin.” Felix said each word with slow emphasis. An evil smile was on his lips. Oh, that does it, I thought. I swatted his arm, but he didn’t back away. “Fat AND violent!” he exclaimed, and he pulled my hair. We grappled with each other until we noticed a werewolf couple watching us.

I accepted them as well. The one after was a fox who was well nourished, mostly hydrated, unbattered, and didn’t smell like fear, worry, or desperation. A spy. I went through the process, but cut it short after licking his neck. “No. Your energy isn’t tasty. Sorry.” I wrinkled my nose and told him to go back to the couches. He looked shocked. Two more wolves, both male, one was Ford’s first cousin, Will. He was almost as tall as Ford. At least 6’4” with the same black hair and brown eyes. His muscles weren’t as big, but he’d probably lost some mass from being locked up.

A human who also needs protection from these kind of beings. The frontrunner wolf scratched the floor, ready to aim its paws on me. I gripped tighter on the handrail. I’ll kick or punch its face if it comes to me. I believe I can fight them. I could do my best to preserve my life. It released a long and strained howl then it jumped onto me. I closed my eyes and hugged myself. I don’t know. I was ready to feel the pain and get hit by the wolf’s paws. But as soon as I opened my eyes, Felix blocked the wolf. He stood in front of me. Instead of me, the wolf hit Felix.