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.

The males have it better because if they train hard and prove themselves useful, they could become trained soldiers in the Feral Park Army. “Of course, she is,” another rogue replied, keeping his eyes on me and I nearly rolled my eyes to the back of my skull at the blatant lust that was evident in his eyes. My eyes dipped lower and I noticed the obvious judge in his trousers and his hand that seemed to be stroking it, “she has got a very fuckable body too, I'm sure my cock will have a nice time inside her.” “Maybe you should call your cock back to order,” the third one replied, “she has the usual beauty and body and the alpha will definitely want her for himself.”

“And I appreciate that. More than you know. But I need you to understand just how bad this is. The rogues in there… they’re not like the ones we usually deal with. They’re feral. They enjoy the killing.” “Doesn’t matter, Alpha,” another warrior, Rhys, stated simply. “If the Luna needs those herbs, we get them. End of story.” I looked at their determined faces. There was no hesitation, no fear that they would show me. Only resolve. They were ready.

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.”

"Can I keep one?" He smiled and nodded. "Yes, you can. Turns out that this is the way they reproduce. They litter a lot, but their pups are not born feral. They're about two months old, and all they ever want to do is play with people. So, could you take one of them and try to see if it could help in making your powers resurface?" "But if I suddenly show up with a Feral, people will ask questions?" "I thought about that too," he took my hand and took me to another part of the prison. There was a small cubicle in there. He opened the door and entered, motioning me to come with him.

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.

I couldn't tear my eyes away as Kai prowled closer, his boots thudding softly against the stone. The air thickened with their combined scents, Thorne's earthy dominance mingling with Kai's sharper, wild edge like storm winds rolling through the pines. My body betrayed me, nipples hardening under their stares, a slick warmth gathering between my legs. I was an omega, wired to submit, to crave the claiming that would mark me for the pack.