Get You A Werewolf Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Damn, how do I bring this subject up to Grammy? 'Hey Grammy, did you know that I could change into a 10ft wolf?!' or 'Grammy my new boyfriend is the perfect guy for me. He's rich, handsome, strong, a gentleman, wants to marry me and knock me up. Oh and by the way can turn into a two story tall black wolf!' Yeah that'll be an interesting topic. Hold on.. Yeah, that’ll be a hot topic. Hold on.. “Did you say that your wolf told you that you were a werewolf?” I guess I snapped him from his thoughts because he looks distant then blinks a few times. "Yeah, Babe."

Casandra’s POV Today was the perfect definition of the word ‘exhaustion’, and I wanted to do nothing but sleep until the wee hours of the morning. I sighed as I got cocooned in a warm blanket on my bed, and the thought of my boyfriend crossed my mind almost immediately. I have a Beta boyfriend and in a world where werewolves are more desired than humans, I couldn’t be happier that a werewolf was interested in me enough to date me. We’ve been dating for three years and we both loved one another so much. It took about a year of dating for me to realize that he was the one for me.

‘But there’s a 50 percent chance it will work’ ‘What is it?’ Rosé asked ‘I could turn her into a werewolf and she’ll be a member of my pack’ her mom eyes held confusion and I don’t blame her ‘Turn me into a werewolf, member of your pack what does that mean? ‘Exactly what I said, you’ll be a werewolf’ ‘Rosé what is this?’ she turned towards her eyes pleading for an explanation. ‘Well mom let me re-introduce you to him. This is Aidan Walker, my boyfriend who also happens to be a werewolf’

Wendy leaned in, her voice dropping to a hiss, though it was loud enough for Justine to hear. “You, my dear, should feel honored to even breathe the same air she does. To stand near her. You should be grateful for any crumbs of attention she deigns to throw your way.” Okay, that was enough. “That’s very kind of you to point out,” I said, my voice even, meeting her condescending gaze head-on. “But as I believe I mentioned to her previously, I actually have a boyfriend.” Wendy scoffed. “A boyfriend? A werewolf boyfriend, I presume? And you think that’s even comparable to having someone like her”—another dramatic gesture toward Justine—“showing an interest in you? Are you delusional?”

His appearance becoming more of a Wolf like composition ask he ready to face off against the crowd of harpies. So apparently April geez boyfriend is a werewolf? Bonnieacts. I just hope he is on our side. He is not my boyfriend, April G said The harpies swooped in ready to attack the teenage girls. But Trevor elite towards them as he clawed against each one, tearing their arms from their body.

Julian raises his chin, ever the defiant son. I shake my head, half in disbelief and half in refusal. “She is still wrapping her head around the fact that werewolves are not a fairytale and that her boyfriend is one of them, now you want to mark her. She doesn’t know this world. She won’t understand what it means.” My reasoning is falling on deaf ears. Julian refuses to hear me. “It’s not up to you, Alpha. I will discuss it with her tonight.” Julian spits my title like an insult. The wolf growls, low and threatening, the only response I get out before he pushes past me and leaves.

In fact, he's beyond my expectations. I was dancing on the stage, when I noticed his attention was divided. Then he asked about the omega slave girl in our pack. I had taken it lightly and asked him to forget about her. You can only imagine how dumbfounded I was when he left me alone on the dance floor and went to talk to her. He later called her his mate. I'm actually scoffing at that! That's totally impossible, because my boyfriend is a descendant of a strong and special werewolves called Vanshants.

"I don't like lying to your pack." "Neither do I. But the alternative is telling them my boyfriend turns into a giant wolf and bit me during sex to claim me as his mate forever." He was quiet for a moment. Then: "The second one does sound strange." "You think?" We spent Thursday and Friday working out the details.

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.

She beckoned to Dora, letting the wolf rise within her. She shifted. Fur exploded from her skin, her vision sharpened, and she joined the battlefield in full form. Her white wolf was smaller than the others, but faster and deadly like a ghost in the fog. Then she saw him. Callum. Pinned. A rogue had him against a stone slab, fangs bared. Lily sprinted. She leapt. And sank her teeth into the rogue’s shoulder, tearing muscle and bone as she dragged him off Callum.