Male On Feral Novels & Stories

I couldn't afford to lose one more important person in my life. "Let's change the topic." Laria said and sat properly on her chair but her face was facing me. "Do you know a thing called 'mate'?" Curiosity was visible in her voice. "Do you also have something like that where you came from?" I wanted to laugh. Nobody knows my real identity. I almost forgot that they didn't consider me just like them because of my scent. Mate. I knew about that. Other term for that is 'soulmate'. It was the destined one for a wolf given by the Moon Goddess.

He quickly adds, “I know you have never dated a guy, but I’m just wondering if you would be open to having a male omega as a mate.” I shrug my shoulders. “To be honest, I don’t really know. I have never even been drawn to a guy before, but if the moon goddess thinks my best fit for me is a male omega, I guess I would be open to it. Why? Do you happen to have a new friend that is unmated and a male omega?” Finn calmly replies. “Yes, we do.” Well, that isn’t quite the answer I was expecting.

"This person in question, male or female would arouse and be an object of your feral Desires. My desires." "Male or female?" Calvin asked with a scoff. "It's female or nothing. So you better control that desire around anything male." "Go to bed, Calvin" The wolf groaned loudly.

"You want me to believe that the solution to my forbidden bond with my enemy is to bond with all five of you?" "It’s not romance, Feral," Kael bit out, though his eyes lingered on her mouth for a fraction of a second too long. "It’s control. It’s survival. Your Berserker power is a runaway train. We are the Found Family that must act as the tracks."

Through a combination of therapy sessions, group activities, and holistic approaches such as art therapy and meditation, we aim to empower our beneficiaries to overcome their past traumas and build a brighter future. For those who have regressed into a feral state, we have established specialized programs that focus on rehabilitation and reintegration. Our team of animal behaviorists and trainers work closely with these individuals, using patience, understanding, and positive reinforcement techniques to help them rediscover their humanity. Through structured routines, socialization exercises, and gradual exposure to the outside world, we guide them on a transformative journey towards reclaim

Learning about the different statuses a werewolf can fall under is taught in school but the most devastating aspects of it are usually left out. “Why would they kill him?” Lucas asks, shocked at the extreme consequences such a label would create. “When a wolf is labeled a feral, it means that they are wild. No one can control them and they don’t follow societal norms. Omegas and gammas that go feral are generally allowed to simply exist as rogues and the council tracks their whereabouts. No pack is allowed to do anything to them unless they start causing trouble. If a delta, beta or alpha female gets labeled a feral they are similar to omega and gammas but local packs are warned if they are

That was something he’d not seen coming. “It sounds like you’re better off away from that den of yours. Gods, what kind of people try to force someone to give up their pup?” “The kind of people obsessed with keeping the fox shifters pure. Gods, I’m still avoiding one male now. He figures I should lose David and start again with him. After all, I’ve proven that I can produce males and the den’s future needs more males. He’s happy to accept sloppy seconds as long as he doesn’t have to raise the evidence of my indiscretion.” This appalled Malcolm to no end.

In the past four weeks the Feline Breed scientist Elyiana Morrey had nearly died from the drugs that had been used to attempt to force her to destroy a Lion Breed known to have an anomaly in his blood suspected to induce a primal strength and rage known as feral fever. Mercury Warrant had developed feral fever in the labs where he had been created and trained. At the time of his rescue the scientists there had developed a drug therapy which, in essence, controlled him, locked the animalistic power inside him and forced him to obey the commands given to him by his trainers and creators.

“You know it’s dangerous. Even if you awaken your wolf, she may go feral from the drug’s effect. You may live as a rogue for the rest of your life, Tanya.” Her voice carried both fear and reprimand. She knew the stories. Wolves forced awake unnaturally were unstable and violent. Some were hunted down like animals before they could hurt others. Some disappeared into the forests, never to be seen again. Still, I said nothing. What was there to say? I would rather risk becoming a feral rogue than remain what I was now — a barren halfblood discarded by fate. I held back my tears as I stepped out of the Beta’s compound, the evening air biting against my skin. The sky was darkening, just as my tim

Obstacle courses. Balance drills. Everything Sam hated. Everything. By the time they finished, she was breathing heavily. Her legs burned. Her hair was a mess. And she wanted to throw something at him. Preferably a large rock. Froz looked completely unaffected. Of course he did. The man wasn’t human. Or wolf. Or anything normal. He was a machine disguised as an Alpha. “Again.” Sam stared. “What?” “The course.” “We just did it.” “Again.” “No.”