Filthy Rich Werewolves Novels & Stories

Putting the dirty clothes in the laundry basket, she turned the shower on. Because of the excitement, she was ready in fifteen minutes. She sat in the living room, going through her F******k news feed. It was boring as usual. Most of her friends lived in the same old small town so she knew things before they were posted. There were lots of people posting about others and other annoying things. Marcus who'd moved to a big city and possibly become stupid had posted photos of him with two semi nude women in his arms. He was always posting photos with the two of them and they were all in some kind of relationships. How silly!

He had a werewolf. Great.

I felt safe and happy in his presence. Did I make a mistake by calling him Alex? He did say I could call him by his name and Alexander was too long. “I am definitely going to kill this puny slave” he growled. From the little I have been told by the older slaves, werewolves were very territorial and possessive creatures but when their wolves are in control, they lose all common sense of humanity. They become primitive in their thinking and even more possessive. This takes my mind back to an event that happened some years ago. A noble couple were visiting the Marquis’s estate. They were mates and did everything together however, the male was quite promiscuous.

Today, my company is generating millions every month- It’s the biggest marketing company in the human realm. I have a few branches in different countries. And my pack, Blood Moon is the second most wealthiest pack in my realm, before my pack, is the Werewolf King, who happens to be my fucked up uncle. Not many Alpha’s have businesses in the human world. But the ones that do, they exchange their human money for Gold.

Any wolf with integrity will say that of course it is important to cherish and love oneself. But life was not about shouting slogans, it was fierce. Ordinary werewolves can’t make money if they can’t make money; if they can’t have resources, they can’t hire good experts for medical treatment, or they can’t hire them. Rich was different. They had access to resources that most people could only look up to, and their lives were many times more comfortable than those of most people. And she was just an ordinary who was forced into a desperate situation. To protect her family, she will risk everything.

he calls back and drives off. It’s a Tuesday, and the business district is as busy as ever with mostly humans moving about with shopping bags and gift baskets. I wait to cross the street, staring at the twin skyscraper on the other side of the road. More humans work here than members of the sixty-seven packs in the west coast. To the them, the company belongs to a young billionaire who made his wealth from medical technology and renewable energy. But to us werewolves, that young billionaire is the ruthless Zach Stone, Alpha King of the west coast. The humans are half right. Fifty percent of his wealth is a result of taking back our lands and mineral deposits from the southern tyrants.

He was furious with his dark-haired mate. “Fine, what did my reaction tell you?” She was spitting furious. “Heath also shifted in front of me, right before he raped me at the kitchen bench. But why stop there?” Her eyes glowed with vindictive enjoyment. “Vampires run Zeus Forest Works. Most of this town are werewolves… Most might be an exaggeration,” she amended. “Most of the rich people in this town are werewolves. Fixed it. You, Rhett, and Heath are werewolves.”

With a height of about three meters and pitch-black fur, Ullric managed to make some young werewolves tremble just by looking at his real figure. Ullric's black fur and golden eyes showed that he was a pure-blood belonging to the werewolf race. Only those who possessed pure blood could retain the features of the first werewolf. Now, it was no wonder the members of the Red Moon Pack treated Ullric like their king. For werewolves, those with golden eyes and black fur could be considered direct descendants of the wolf nation's god.

"Of course." The elders nodded in agreement. Families like the Sanchez, the Browns, the Hills, and the Millers, were not just towering financial empires in the human world but also held significant power within the werewolf community. Their patriarchs, werewolf elders with unparalleled wisdom and centuries of experience, had an uncanny ability to evaluate potential successors. In the werewolf - human society, anyone who caught their discerning eyes was undoubtedly a promising candidate for inheriting a vast dynasty, both in wealth and werewolf influence.

I whispered, biting my lip hard In my head they were all there. The huge werewolf with his thick fur and that fat, swelling knot at the base of his cock, the pale vampire with ice-cold skin and fangs that would prick my neck while he fucked me. The massive green orc built like a tank, cock like a fucking club, the incubus with ridges all over his dick and precum that makes you lose your mind, and lastly(but not the least) the tall, sleek alien with those slick, writhing cock shaped tentacles. I added another finger, stretching myself, imagining all of them using me all at once. My hips bucked off the bed. I was so fucking wet the sheets were ruined.