Female Mahito Novels & Stories

“Patience Lobo. We’ll be out of here soon enough to cheer for our champion.” Celia grimaced at Marcel’s choice of words. Lobo growled. He was angry. Really angry. It could be he was upset about being stuck in a room, or maybe he was still ticked off by the leering humans he had encountered. He stomped towards the door anyway, wanting to leave. “Lobo,” Indra called, instantly at the door. Indra was strong. A Beta female is believed to be weaker only than the Beta male and Alpha pair, and in some cases, weaker than high ranking werewolves like Atlas—before he lost his hand.

“It's a risky plan Fiona. How are we sure she won't put up a fight.” “I didn't just spike the drink with any ordinary drug. It's a fast action Aphrodisiac. The guard should be the one on the look out this time around.” AT her words, everyone left and I was just left speechless. Suddenly, the mate scent hit me again, but this time, it was so strong I felt it clench my heart tightly, making me forget to breathe for a few seconds. “Claim your mate Arthur! She's right there!” My mate lashed in the confines of my mind, straining to take control.

She explained and I was impressed. "For example, Marita is a sub, while Kira, Thalia and Suain are dominant females. Your precious mate, Isabel and Verin, your mommy slut are both submissive." "Hold on, you say Marita is a sub? But she leads the others." "Yeah, at her core, she's a sub. Life is a theater and so she can act her part very well because of her role. She's no different from Dyelin." She smiled and increased the pressure with her feet. "You see, I'm bisexual."

She's human just like me and treats Massa like he is her son. "Seriously this place stinks. Crinka you too". "Massa stinks as well", Sia says stepping away from his brother. "We ran into the vraugmitas. They fed off us", Massa explained. I'm guessing that Prita is a vraugmita. I'd ask him what that means later. "That's impossible", Cocci exclaimed. "The lady here refused to shut up", Massa said jabbing a finger at me. I scowled at him.

Damon questioned. “illuminare” The word was loud and prominent leaving Eiras mouth and as it did the candles in the room lit all at once exposing the contents of the room. What we previously thought was a door, was actually the entrance to a cage and inside sat a woman. She had long flowing fire red hair and her face was slightly deformed. Her left hand had talons instead of fingers while her right hand was completely normal. She was skinny but not the kind of skinny as the skeletal beings were. In fact she closely resembles that of a human, but also resembled a witch that corruption consumed. It was fascinating.

Especially since her preferred method of foreplay is sucking me off to completion. Again, not complaining. Citra is the best I’ve ever had—and not just because she’s my mate. This girl has fucking skills. Apparently, it’s a side effect of being a witch who follows the Mother. They’re meant to sexually satisfy their handfasted mates—keeping them happy, sated, and almost completely unable to cheat. Not that I ever would. Not when we’re handfasted, mated, and deeply, deeply in love. But I’ll happily reap the benefits.

0005 gram of silver in the blood panels. Pack statics = 502 members 200 men/200women 102 pups 6 members in Alpha family 4 members in Bata family Economy = stocks, hotels, general laborers Pack value $3.4 million Rival= none, peace pack. Holy fuck! That's all I got. I thought to myself. File #2 case 2 Silver Creek, pack Pale Moon, 12 dead, women. 6 female pups age 10-15 taken. Alarm of attack sent out by mind l**k at 2030 on July 3. Warriors, the Alpha, and Beta went to meet the attack. After all attackers were destroyed, they returned to pack house, to find the bodies of 12 women. Single gun shots.

"Are there any about matehood?" "There are." He begins, "My mother told me the Goddess began fating shifters together after one of the first alphas prayed to her every night. He brought her different offerings — moonstones, white flowers, wolfsbane and valerian — in exchange for help guiding his pack. His pack was difficult to control: always fighting with each other and getting themselves hurt trying to handle problems on their own without help. He prayed for balance and even offered himself to the Goddess. He stood under the full moon with his arms open and told her to take whatever she wanted from him, so she took half of his heart.

I lifted my hand slightly, and Frynn forced himself back into stillness, though his jaw was clenched hard enough to crack stone. “She is our mate,” I said. “She is a Fiato.” A lie. Or at least, no longer the whole truth because Fiato did not shape Mia. Mia reshaped Fiato and every Alpha in that hall knew it. “She is unstable,” someone said quietly. “She is unprecedented,” another corrected. “She is a weapon,” a third voice murmured. That one chilled me. I leaned forward then, letting a fraction of my authority leak into the room. The air thickened. A few of the younger wolves swallowed hard.

Mia looks at me. “Okay, do you have any questions for me about them?” I ask. “Mom, I know how sex works. I have a hole between my legs, when I find my mate he will have a penis that will fit in my hole like a key. And if I don’t wait for my fated mate to unlock the inside of me, if I let another male try his key first then the goddess will punish me during my heat.” She tells me like she she reciting a poem for school.