Male On Feral Novels & Stories

Anderson repeated, horror widening his eyes. Rowan answered quietly, “If she becomes feral, they will restrain her. By force if necessary.” Gal’s hands curled into fists, but her voice didn’t shake when she spoke. “I understand.” Rowan stepped closer and lowered his voice. “You are not obligated to do this. You may walk away. No one here would dare blame you.” Gal met his gaze. Her fear was still there…deep and real, but beneath it burned something stronger. Her love for Milo. Her refusal to lose him. Her determination to shape her own fate.

It can’t be him. “ last night, at one King Ezra's birthday party, you had an encounter with my son. You were on heat and forcefully had your way with him. I’m not going to use the R-word. He couldn’t stop you because it seemed like that was what you wanted at that moment.” She paused and took in deep breath before continuing. “ well, your encounter with him has unleashed his demons. My son has gone Feral.”

“Something must have happened, my lord. While an alpha goes feral for a long time, his brain also ferments. But he still recognizes a part of his family and would never attack that person because he trusts them to keep him safe. Either his brother posed a threat to him or stopped him from doing something. And if he has been breaking out of the cage nonstop, then you need to realize his mate is around. His mate is either nearby, or he’s found a new blood host somewhere.” “Feral beasts aren’t so dumb, my lord. Though the amount of years matters, if he has been feral for a long time, he starts to forget people. But even with that, my lord, they don’t just break out of their cages. They only do

What in the world is that substance? A booming laughter filled the alley and the guy started talking to himself. “What he said is true! Ah! I feel it! I’m becoming a Prime!” Prime? No, this man was becoming a Feral! She gritted her teeth hard. A Feral was already dangerous for everybody, but a Feral Alpha in rut who took some f—d up substance was deadly! She needed to get out of here as soon as possible! “It’s time for our mating, my dear!” he growled again as he made his way towards her.

Hearing his family brought into the threat, Malek’s aggressive posture faltered for a split second. Every wild pup shared the same weakness they all feared the wrath of their mother. Malek was a total daredevil, a rogue who feared no dominant wolf in the territory. But Sandra? Her disappointment terrified him. Our female lead never struck her pups, but the thought of causing her pain made Malek’s inner beast whimpering inside. His brave act melted into a pout. “If you want to fight an adult, go find my sire. My mother is far too busy for a broken wolf like you.”

MAYA I sat in my small office in the underground prison, a history book open on my lap. The baby Feral, I'd named him Shadow, curled up against me, his strange blue-gray fur warm against my skin. Most of the Ferals had responded to my singing, regaining some of their sanity, but they still showed violent traits whenever someone other than me approached or when someone approached me. One very funny trait I've noticed about them is how they become overprotective towards me as soon as they are restored to normal. They growl whenever someone is close to me and go berserk if they think the person is trying to attack me.

She hoped that was a wild tiger, tales told to her said that ferals were indiscriminate. "I don't cook." Set flinched at his own words and gross oversight. Males were supposed to do everything, especially when courting a female. Bringing her food was a large proposal, but it was useless if he didn't prepare it for her, which he had no skills in, and what was more, they didn't have any salt.

After a brief pause, Faye turns to face her niece and frowns slightly. She responds, casting a sidelong glance at her niece, "That might be good for him, but you might have to take one or two of the others who have shifted too." "Why?" Standing up from her seat inquisitively, Lana asks. Faye pauses, bites her lip, and then turns back to the stove as tears sting her eyes. "Why?" As she moves toward her aunt, Lana repeats. As her niece immediately assumes a dejected expression, Faye says softly, "Because people aren't sure you have complete control of your wolf since she has no mate. "Lana sighs and makes her way back to her seat.

Desperation laced my voice as I implored, "Please, just leave me alone. I won't tell anyone I ran into you out here." Shelia questioned, "What do you think we're going to do to you?" My frustration showed as I retorted, "Let me guess, you think we're going to tear off your head and drink from your skull?" Tony's earlier description sounded so absurd when voiced aloud. I stopped in my tracks and turned around slowly, meeting their eyes. "What does 'feral' mean to you?" Malcom explained, "We're rejects or runaways from other packs. What did you think 'feral' meant?"

He caught my hand as I tried pushing him back. “How ridiculous of you to talk about privacy when you've tainted the air with your arousal” he jeered. At this moment, I wished the ground would swallow me whole as my face flushed red in embarrassment. I blamed my cravings for overpowering my senses, making me forget there were two male wolves present in the house and could smell my arousal with just a sniff of the air—it’s like baking a piece of cake and expecting the kids not to near it—It was that inviting, but that doesn't mean he could interrupt my moment. Besides, my arousal was supposed to attract my mate, not him!