Male On Feral Novels & Stories

Are you willing to be so blind to this that you won't notice what's right in front of. *You thought the mate bond with Gavin was the real thing! What makes you think...* *It's because I now know that Gavin's was fake that I can tell Lucas is our real mate!* *That's a lie! You'd say that because you just want a mate! You're...* *Don't forget I was there with you, Adrienne.* Snow's voice had turned cold, no longer the soothing one she had used before. *I'm feral now because of what happened. You're not the only one that suffered.*

He smiled and it took her breath. " How? I think now I know who you're, you can tell me. " She said. She kept the distance. " You are my mate, my other half. There's a connection between us, mate-bond. You must have felt it. " He glanced at her. " Attraction, " She whispered. " It's a wolf thing. A male wolf claimed his other half, the female wolf. " He said. "But I'm human, only human. " She slightly shrugged her one shoulder.

she whispered, lips grazing his jawline, breath hot, shivering, every ounce of restraint gone in the shared heat of battle. A massive Feral, corrupted beyond recognition, tore through the ground, its eyes glowing with red malevolence. Thalen intercepted, body pressing hers into the curve of a tree, golden claws flashing. His lips brushed her temple as they moved, fleeting but charged with raw, feral desire. “Even in chaos… I need you. Now. Always.”

I want to know and he must tell me! I can see from his facial expression that he's hurt by my behavior. His cold eyes that are boring into mine are full of regret. He's already regretting opening up to me but I don't care. Being feral is a serious sickness. It destroys a shifter's rational human side, leaving the cruel, unrestrained animal side to take over. This is why there's a need for balance for us to be able to relate with others in a society that doesn't only belong to the shifters.

Leo the eldest of the brothers responded in haste. Back to Cloe and Cath, A couple of strong male pack were attracted to their scent. And they weren't friendly. They were in rut and very horny pack. Slobering and dripping in feral saliva. They were Feral Alpha type in which they attack females abuse and eat them when they filled their naught. Cath was somewhat tipsy with what that Calvin guy urged her to eat. He spiked the food that Cath ate. And Chloe had dismissed the fact that he was a bad only to know of hus intentions were as low and shallow like his values.

His Adam's apple bobbed ever so slightly before they found my face. “I would have given you as many concubines as you wished,” he started calmly. “But we cannot risk the Feywin bearing a child that does not belong to the Alpha. You may experiment with as many women as you like, however. I am not your husband and you are not my wife. We are both free to do as we please.” My eyebrows lifted despite myself. That was… not what I expected to hear. I could experiment with women? A small temptation to ask if Iris was up for the offer but I knew that he wouldn’t take the bait. It could even lessen my chances at seeing Iris again if anything.

One of the identical men growls, crossing his arms over his chest but widening his stance as he prepares to fight. My wolf is feral, a red haze coloring his vision. Yet these two men smirk like they’re not about to have their throats ripped out. Desperate to get to our mate, to remove their scent from her body, he crouches low, but before he can go in for the kill, he’s pinned to the ground.

Malcom studied her face for a moment, like he was looking to see if she could take it. “Please?” She whimpered, “I need it hard, daddy.” She watched something snap in his eyes and the pupils took over, like any control he had was gone. Then his eyes flashed gold and she knew she was seeing the feral side of him. Poppy wasn’t so sure this was a good idea anymore. “Ye want it hard, lass?” His voice was rough, animalistic, “Ye want rough? Fine.” He drew himself out almost completely, before slamming back in so hard she slid back a little on the bed.

she said. “What the hell are you talking about?” I questioned, as Will moved closer wanting to understand what she was talking about. “I mean the male wolves who don’t find their mates – this research has the potential to save those males from going feral,” she summarized. “Males have not been known to go feral in decades,” I said, feeling like she was lying right now,

My dark eyes blazed with fury, my jaw clenched so tight that it hurt. "You think you're the only one who gets to touch our mate?" Ryder leaned forward, his green eyes challenging. "Well, we touched her too. My cock had to be in her too and she's perfect. I didn't mark her yet because I didn't want to give her attention. The same way you're trying to amend your shit, we're trying to amend ours too!"