Hot Werewolf Guy Novels & Stories

The cold water at least refreshed my head and washed away the arousal, the guilt and sadness I felt. As I strode back to the couch, I noticed that the mattress looked occupied now. The duvet was pulled up intentionally to cover whoever was inside it, but I had a damn idea who it was. Mr. Eros Dangers—the alpha king of the werewolves and the mafia boss of this gang. My assumption was verified when he stirred, kicked the duvet down, and exposed himself—and uh, his shirtless form. I clenched my teeth. Why must I always be bombarded with half-naked men? Ugh. This is getting old.

It's only been a week. "I'll see you." He waves before retreating. Hiro waves back and waits for him to be gone before deciding to climb up. He hasn't made his first step yet when another guy blocks his line of vision, with the same energy the stranger from a while ago—the one following him—was emitting. But he knows who this guy is. It's Jun Masamoto. Tall, and handsome, with masculine features and textbook brown eyes that turns gold every time he doesn't get what he wants. He's a werewolf.

The new guy was startled a bit because of his aura and authority but he showed nothing on his face. ‘This guy is giving me chills! He is a werewolf for sure. But which rank? He must be an Alpha or really strong wolf. Too strong for his own good!’ thought the blonde guy before moving towards Luke. “That is none of your business. Who are you anyways?” asked the blonde guy angrily while removing a piece of glass from his hand. The blood started running through his hand which was completely visible on his milky white skin. He was also hurt and bleeding from several other parts of his body.

They looked at each other first, before they placed their hands on the doorknobs and turned them around. 'Click' 'Click' Now, Isaac was left to guard outside the two doors. He tilted his head towards the window and witnessed the uproar outside the well-established penthouse. Notwithstanding 'bout the weather news, Isaac could tell that there will be a typhoon and it'll be destructive. Suddenly, Isaac thought of the Gouger game that happened this morning. According to his men in the Wayne pack, the werewolf who won the game is neither Brett nor Adam, but a Delta from Wayne named Eugene.

The guy was about to hug me again, but I stepped back, “I am not Laura. Do it again, and I’ll scream. Who are you anyway?” The guy stopped and gazed at me. He has such beautiful eyes. “Hi, I’m Davon Maddox.” “Holy shit! You are the curse werewolf guy!”

“I can show you some other great options. Some who might be a better fit for what you’re looking for.” “I’m looking for wolf C36M657. Can you show me him?” The man’s smile tightened. “What are you looking for in a wolf?” Jackson mentally applauded the man’s skill in keeping his voice smooth. “I definitely want a wolf skilled in fighting that has a second specialty as’ personal.’” When the man’s smile started to relax, Jackson continued, “Oh! And his ID number has to be C36M657. If I’m not mistaken, I’ve already found him.”

I’m holding myself ramrod stiff. I hear her deep sigh as she moves away. I exhale in relief, but I’m also disappointed. As a Werewolf, I have slept with a fair number of females from my pack. When they’re in heat, it’s almost impossible to refuse them, and the truth is, I have never wanted to refuse any of them.

After the short speech, everyone remains silent. Chris takes this as an opportunity to add, “The Beta, Gamma, and leaders of each warrior faction have decided on a strategy. We will assign two groups to patrol the borders. Each group will comprise a scout, a sentinel, and two hunters. The pack will follow these protocols until the situation will be resolved.” Chris covers his mouth with his hand and clears his throat. “If there are any questions, clarifications, or violent reactions, the time to express them is now.” A man in his late forties raises his arm, a scar on his left arm noticeable to every other werewolf in the area. Chris recognizes this man as one of the people who fought alongs

It was unsettling knowing my mate was the only way to defeat this son of a bitch. My stomach did a nosedive. I had a strong feeling that Nirvana could be killed in this fight against this ancient warlock. I tried to shut my eyes closed when I sniffed a werewolf scent in the air. No. Werewolves. I scanned around. I found a man in his thirties wearing a leather jacket with a wolf head tattoo on the back of his hand. He quickly looked away when he realized I was looking at him. I nudged up Nirvana. “Sweetheart, wake up.”

One hand grips my hip, securing me in place with the hot touch of his hand. "Nobody's going to believe we're not fucking if we're together," he tells me. I gulp. It's true. He's a werewolf. It's in their nature to be sexually active and I’m well aware of how much. "All for the sake of your cover, right?"