Female Werewolves Novels & Stories

He motioned to the Council member and Jeff who stepped forward. They stood together at the front of the room. Jeff looked uncomfortable as he started to speak. "Well, one of the things that I know you've all wondered. Why was Gary looking for women no younger than forty five?" He saw the nodding of heads. "Human females who are changed into Werewolves usually take some time to go into heat. Sometimes it's years. However, when they're closer to menopause they go into their heat almost immediately. Also the Wolf Moon contributes to fertility."

"All werewolves have mates, so do you!" All of his gestures, actions and words were very gentle but carried a majesty that only Alpha King had. Maybe Alpha King really didn't want to scare me, only he was born with a majesty and his special aura. "I know." I nodded and shook my head again. "All normal werewolves have mates but I'm no ordinary werewolf, my mom, my grandmother are all human. I was born and raised in a human society, my whole family lives as human beings, we fall in love and break up when we're out of love, we get married and maybe divorce."

I hurriedly put away the bucket of chicken feeding and ran behind her. Ever since the werewolves attacked years ago killing millions of people. Our new leader Bazaar who was the one in charge of this land informed us that there were not enough humans to put a stop to the werewolves and so to increase the number of people, as soon as females turns 18 our partner was chosen for us, and we females were obligated to have 6 or more children. If our wombs are unfruitful our husband has the authority to try and impregnate another female. The whole idea of it was sick for I wanted a love like my mom. I wanted a man within my life because both of us were in love, and not because we were chosen to be

The pitch of the entire crowd’s muttering drops an octave. The males gathered closest to us part, revealing a phalanx of females led by a black she-wolf, a gray-haired female in her skin, and another female, maybe in her late thirties or early forties, who is somehow both furry and all woman at the same time. She looks like the NSFW character art that Kennedy downloads on her phone—so much butt and boobs and hips. My wolf draws herself up. She cowered like a pup in front of the males, but for some reason, she doesn’t want to show these females her neck. She’s trembling visibly, but she’s holding her head high.

Even though she wasn't doing anything hell she looked completely oblivious of her effect on the men in this world. Men of the werewolf world are mostly familiar with dominant and powerful female wolves. The only weakest rank has been omega. But that ranked wolves were extremely low in number in Gabriel's kingdom. Most women here are either gamma or beta. That's why seeing such a soft and fragile-looking human girl is irresistible.

Cathy felt a chill run down her spine. "Traded? Like... actually traded?" "Territorial exchanges, political alliances, genetic diversification," Lena listed coldly. "A woman's consent isn't even a consideration. The pack's survival trumps individual autonomy." "But how is that even legal?" Cathy asked, her sense of justice flaring. Jordan's laugh was bitter. "Supernatural communities operate outside human law. Pack law is brutal. Survival is the only real rule." Aria continued, her voice dropping. "Females are tracked from childhood. Their first heat, their genetic markers, their potential to produce strong wolves. Some packs start arranging marriages before girls even hit puberty." "First h

"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.

Strip. The last time I heard such a word was in Crescida, by one of the Betas of Demilune Pack. I could vividly remember what had happened that day when I was asked to serve the Alphas and Betas that were holding a meeting. As was with male werewolves, it was never difficult for them to lust after a woman since they had a higher sex drive than the women. I could remember the disgust that filled my eyes when I saw them smack the butts of the females from my pack, The Blue Moon Pack. Some of them would lay hold of their breasts as the ladies bent to pour them drinks.

The man replied as he remembered that horrible place. " They divide women according to their age. Women in their forties are forced to work as nannies for the children and younger girls are forced to work as breeders. They're raping the young girls and making them carry their children but the women's are weak due to lack of nourishment and most of them die during childbirth because it's difficult for a human to birth a werewolf pup but those who survive this are forced to have more children or are forced to work as pleasure provider for the other wolves.

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