Novel & Cerita Female Werewolves

"I'm sorry to break your heart, but we will have to stop here because I don't have a condom with me." "Oh, don't worry, female werewolves get pregnant only they have sex during in their heat.", I said, and my eyes widened when my mind replayed my own voice again in my mind. "Holy shit!" I screamed, pushing Liv away and sitting on the bed. "What happened?" "Tell me that you have used a condom that night?" I asked in tension

And slightly in disbelief with how tired I had become, to start hearing my own wolf’s voice at this very moment, when I could not connect with her prior. I took in a breath, calming myself down a little more, and entered the building, where inside were many other werewolves. Many were chatting about with each other, others were more isolated from the rest. One peculiar thing I noticed about the large variety was that they were all females. ‘I know Pularis said he had multiple Betas taking on different jobs based on what they specialized in. But were there really such strict requirements or necessities for those other Beta positions? Or are these people just being helped?’ I had to wonder, al

He is deep in thought. “I needed time alone. I won't lie. I liked the attention. It was fun. Maybe the girls were a bit annoying,” he scrunches his nose. “You mean those girls who wanted more than just a hookup? Many would have done anything to become Luna or Beta mate.” I’m not magnifying it. Women like power just as much as men. But in a werewolf pack, they have limited options. Even more limited than in human society. “Yes, some girls were relentless. And some still are.”

And inhaled. A long, deliberate breath. When he straightened, his expression had changed. “She bears the mark of a werewolf,” he said, voice carrying across the clearing. “A high-ranked Alpha female.” Murmurs erupted. “That’s impossible,” someone shouted. “She’s a vampire.” My father’s eyes narrowed. He bent closer again, scenting her more carefully this time. “No,” he said at last. “She is not only that.” The clearing went dead silent. “She is a hybrid.”

Spells that were meant to identify who belonged in there, and who was not welcomed. A human wouldn’t feel it, but would be swayed and controlled by it. A human would take one look at the crazily Harvard appearance of Lakewood and make a u-turn immediately, not wanting to spend another second close to it, without even realizing what was happening. A werewolf would not feel it, but would smell it, and easily see what actually lay before them. But if the spells do not still agree with the werewolf, it would still turn them away.

Dylan was my partner today, and he definitely helped my nerves cool down while Jules went with Dylan's Beta, Carolina. To say the place was spontaneous was an understandment. It had a sparkling queenbee chandelier with small portraits of men. As we went down the short stairs, we saw a lot of people, mostly Lycans, since my wolve could sense it. This party definitely was one big one. The ladies were dressed to impress. The men were dressed their best despite how nervous they female wolves were. They smiled and mingled with other Alphas and betas. "I guess a lot of these females want to be Queen." Dylan stated with a smirk as he looked around the beautiful place.

The memory of that sudden, tearing pain was still fresh, still throbbing dully in my overstretched pussy. But at the same time, I wanted him. Moon goddess help me. I'd heard stories from the she-wolves in my pack about their first times with their mates. They'd spoken of soft, tender touches and slow pleasure, of gentle lovers who made them feel cherished and adored. None of them had mentioned pain like this. None of them had warned me it would feel like being violently split apart by an unyielding brute. That made me realize it was going to be a completely different story for me.

“And I doubt their males are anything like ours.” Aria’s heart stumbled at the words. What was that supposed to mean? “And don’t forget,” Kayla went on, “she smells fertile every month. That must drive him mad.” Aria froze. Female werewolves only went into heat once a year. Her pulse quickened, her stomach twisted. “Oh, I’d forgotten that,” Brenna said with sudden interest. “Well then—poor man, perhaps. But still… a lucky bastard. That means more children for him.”

Yet, they had run as if their lives depended on it. If Riley had already undergone her transformation and become a full-fledged werewolf, she would have understood the reason immediately. The room was saturated with the overwhelming pheromones of a dominant Alpha—a force so potent that it could bend lesser wolves to submission. For a female werewolf, such pheromones could act as a sophisticated aphrodisiac, making her desperate for the Alpha's touch. For a male werewolf, these pheremones mean submission, total obedience. But for an Alpha with hostile intentions, it can be a nightmare, forcing them to run away from it.

“It would have to be something like a Morrigan or a Succubus, maybe even Valkyrie, but definitely something with a feminine bias.” “Feminine? Why’s that?” Xavier raised an eyebrow in curiosity. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust George, the man had practically put one of the pack wolves back together after he’d run into a warlock’s silver-laced trap a couple months ago, so he obviously knew what he was doing, but he was curious as to the man’s reasoning.