Romans & histoires Female Werewolf X Male Human

"I thought you know a lot about werewolves." "Yeah, I do know a lot about werewolves. But, I don't know everything," I retorted. "Right. Rut season is when a male werewolf feels a strong urge to have sexual intercourse." "Oh. I thought that was an alpha thing." "It used to be. Alphas, Betas, Deltas and Gammas who are males all go through this. They usually mate with Omegas." "Where does the Luna come in?" I asked and he frowned.

It was yet another diary, but this one was further along than the previous ones I had read. “After our initial experiments had to be put down, we were lucky enough to create a female hybrid wolf. Our studies have shown that her libido seems to be higher than normal for a human, and I’ve put her with the human male to see if there is any change in her.” Was he actually being serious?! I rolled my eyes at what I was reading! The vampires lived in symbiosis with humans. They didn’t use them for experiments! Both parties gained something through their partnership! I skipped a couple of pages and started reading again. I didn’t want to read about some experiment gone wrong!

“What’s surprising about what I said?” Cloud hummed. “Can’t she be your mate? We don’t smell anything like that from her. But we admit… Berries’ spirit smells good.” The red-haired man nodded. “Cloud has a point. Maybe she’s your mate, Cristof. That’s why you’re hot-headed toward her. You can’t accept she’s human.” Cristof glared at them. “Maybe you just didn’t smell her properly.” Geri raised a brow. “Did you forget? A werewolf can have a human mate. When you meet your mate, nothing can stop it. Just make sure she goes to you. If she chooses someone else… goodbye Alpha Cristof Conri.”

A while of silence before the assistance clears her throat then evades the other person’s eye contact. “I’m sorry for cutting you off, repre –” “It’s also possible since we also exist when normal human beings think they are the only ones on this planet, much more the universe.” Jessica unintentionally cuts her off as her mind is trying to connect the gaps and points from what she read on Federick’s journals. “It also makes sense because it’s impossible for a human male alpha to overpower a female omega werewolf. Unless they have someone powerful beside him – that’s why it's possible.”

Maybe banishment will be a fine punishment, but looking at the one person she thought she had stopped loving, forget that he is a man, even though he cannot be called one of the strongest werewolves, he is still a man, and it was unheard of, to see a werewolf cry in public that way.

I said truthfully. No, don't get me wrong. Werewolves, too, do enjoy romance, but it is always not as palpable as that of humans from the start. And again, I have this fear—the terror of being mated to someone clawed me inside out. Sometimes it made my insides churn. I wouldn't say I liked male wolves. They were perceived as more possessive, vicious, and fierce to their females. It was also a well-known fact in the werewolves' kingdom that female wolves were inferior to male devours. Rubbish! I'd rather be mateless than mated to someone who would see me as weaken. Who sees or wants nothing except for powers, domination, and control. A person who considers a female, a breeding whore to ravish

I said the words but they would never reach the person whom I needed to tell. I got up and began to walk again. I have to go to the forest but I wasn’t sure if I would make it. My vision was getting foggier and foggier but I continued to struggle. “Maya…” I breathed, “I really do…” Note: Usually when male werewolves mark their females only then the pair start going into heat and rut and their pheromones do not affect any other person, just their partner.

No one wants their secrets to be known by a stranger, but I needed to know what exactly what was on Felix’s mind. I focused my mind and breathed deeply. An image flashed across my mind – a male werewolf holding onto a small, frail child. No. That couldn’t be right. It was a tiny female, much smaller than any werewolf I’d ever seen. She was a human. The blurry image sharpened into focus. I saw a male werewolf holding a pregnant female human in a desolate, snowy wasteland. But what did it mean? And what did it have to do with Felix? The werewolf was much older and taller than Felix, so I knew it wasn’t him. Was it a couple that he had known when he was in the North?

This newcomer was different, Antonio noted, his eyes creasing with bewilderment and concern. The black werewolf sprinted towards the female, smoothly shifting back into his human form as he reached her side. His expression was filled with worry. The two conversed, but Antonio couldn't make out their words over the sound of heavy rain drowning everything else out around him. The man gently stroked the female's hair. He whispered something in her ear, his voice filled with a gentle urgency that stirred Antonio's soul. There was something profound about the interaction, something that tugged at the primal chords of kinship and affection within him. This man cared for the fallen female werewolf,