Male On Feral Novels & Stories

I can see them all now, four walls of muscle, four sets of eyes glowing with an unhinged, animal hunger. The Feral doesn't wait for permission. He is sick with the need to touch me. He lunges forward, his hands grabbing the back of my head. He forces his fingers into my mouth, stretching my lips until they hurt. "Taste me," he growls, his voice sounding more like a wolf than a man. "Taste how much I want to break you." I can’t even scream. I can only moan against his hand, my eyes rolling back as I feel the first real contact of the night.

Eldrick answers, “you’re gonna need to earn it.” Clay turns until his head is in profile, and if I did not see it myself, I would not think such a perfectly empty face could communicate such unmistakable contempt. Eldrick goes on, unaffected. “Last full moon, the Hunters trapped themselves a feral out by the bogs. We’ve been keeping him on ice for a special occasion. I figure if you can take him out, Killian Kelly should be no problem for you, eh?” No. No one goes against a feral alone. Even Hunters go after them as a pack, and they take nets and knives and iron pipes. Ferals are infected, stuck between man and wolf, stronger than both, driven by madness and rage at Fate.

Alec mused. I stopped walking and turned around slowly. When he put it that way, it sounded ridiculous. “What does feral mean to you?” “We’re rejects or runaways from other packs,” Malcom explained. “What did you think feral meant?”

I could tell that my wolf is slightly feisty and I could not wait to see what she looked like when we first shifted. Pierce sears my lips with a deep kiss as our mate bond seals, and we are now bound together. “I really need to go back to my pack soon though. There are a few things I left behind that I need to gather up.” I know that it is customary for the female to follow the male to his pack, but I refused to leave the picture of my parents behind. I have so little of them left now, and I cannot bear to lose one more thing. “That will not be a problem. There are a few loose ends I need to tie up concerning your pack.” I noticed that his eyes have once again shifted to almost black, and th

I hadn’t even noticed him come in. “You’re not doing this,” he said. “I have to.” “You don’t. He’s not your responsibility. He’s nothing to you.” “He’s dying,” I said flatly. Steve stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You mark him, and it’s for life. You think your father will approve? You think his pack will? He’s an omega. His own father tossed him out. What do you think that means?” I held his stare. “I think it means I’m the only one who won’t.”

“So when they go feral… they act more like an animal than human?” “In the long run, yes, but it usually starts with them being angry all the time and being unreasonable. So, some shifters who never found their fated mates would go for chosen mates or produce an heir. Even if they don’t meet their mates, as long as their genes are passed on, the part of being feral lessened or eventually wiped out.” “So he just needs sex…” “Sex from his fated mate. Or produce an heir. And an heir could be from anyone. And we don’t want him to have an heir that is not from our Luna, right?”

Rafe quipped, playfully kicking Malachi, who remained comfortably sprawled in the grass as if it were his bed. "Nature is my spirit animal!" the second Beta, Malachi, retorted, as if quoting poetry, shooting Rafe a disdainful look. He was the only one among them who was mated, and any opportunity to stay away from his mate and pups was embraced wholeheartedly. Exhausted from being a new father to quadruplets, he rarely felt eager to return home. 'Those pups are absolute monsters!' he often lamented to Rafe and Tricc.

“Which is…in my opinion, even more suspicious than if there were.” “Why is that?” Merari asked. “Feral’s are called feral for a reason,” said Valene impatiently. “They’re mindless and they’re utterly controlled by their appetite for whatever they have a taste for. You of all people should know that.” there was obvious bitterness in her voice as she said this. Merari, instead of responding to her daughter, shifted her gaze, took a deep breath and looked at me. I could tell that she was upset by Valene’s harshness toward her. She was trying to tread lightly.

“Yeah, I guess it might. There are bad matches sometimes. The greater danger to our species is not finding your mate.” I went still. “What do you mean?” “An unmated male could go feral. We call it moon madness. He gets stuck in wolf form and can’t change back. Then he’d have to be put down to protect the pack.” A shiver went up my spine. “Are you saying if we don’t do this… mate thing, you’ll go mad?”

Adira(Flynn) Coming to the mating convention had to be the worst mistake of my life. I should never have come. Alpha Harlan even restricted me from coming but last night a crazy series of events that changed the whole discourse of my life happened. Carl was beaten so badly that he became totally unrecognizable. Swollen eyes and bruises on his cheeks—all because all the letters didn't reach Alpha Harlan. He’d accused him of not sending the letters and had punished him because that single act could put the lives of the members of the pack in jeopardy.