Male On Feral の小説・ストーリー

I literally feel my bones snapping, my skin turning inside out. "Fuck!" I growl like a feral, trying to fight the pain. But I have no choice but to take it. As long as it means that I can rule my pack with a right mind. Without this shot every month, I'm no less than a feral rogue. Feral rogues are wolves that can't ever shift back to their human forms and only do one thing every day and night. Kill and eat people. Especially innocent humans that can't fight back. Talon continues to fight Inside me, trying to get out. I have to force myself not to shift right in front of everyone.

For a moment, I forgot how to breathe, where I was or how the weight of my father's power pressed down on every molecule of this house. All I could see was her and her courage. She was standing here in the lion’s den with a straight spine and lifted chin, her eyes burning with a fire I knew too well because I’d seen it before. Somehow, she still felt unreal. My wolf went completely feral inside me. He slammed against my ribcage, roaring the word mate, mate, mate so loudly it drowned out everything else. The mate bond ached painfully in my being, screaming like it had been starving and someone finally cracked a door open.

From what I know, mating in wolf culture is a big deal. One could find their mate at any time, Luke described it as sometimes a smell but it’s more of a bond he says, a tug, everything pulling you to that particular person. It feels like your existence is tied to that person and you living without feels so empty, incomplete it often drives wolves crazy to be without their mate. That’s the reason why sometimes when wolves are rejected or their bonded mate dies or suffers they almost go feral. It’s not uncommon, a wolf being rejected by their mate becoming an omega, he says it’s that they feel lost and without a purpose. A wolf always needs an anchor and if that anchor happens to be your mate

My eyes lock onto the center of the group, where a man is dragging Diana towards an open car door. Even from this distance, I can see the tear tracks on her face, the fear in her eyes. Something in me snaps. The thin veneer of humanity I've maintained for the past few months cracks and falls away. The feral beast that Diana had so carefully tamed without even knowing, surges to the forefront, howling for blood. I am no longer Dominicus, the man whose sanity has been brought under control. I am the Feral Alpha once more, and these men - these insects who dare to touch my mate - will pay dearly for their transgression.

I could detect the anger lurking behind his pretentious calm voice. "Your rut?" I knew only a little about male rut. It was similar to the heat we females experienced. Whereas ours was like a timid version of the rut. It drove the men to near insanity. They didn't get it as frequently as it did but when theirs came, they were locked away for the safety of the females. Kaden had been locked away with the rest of the other males. I'd never experienced a male rut ever in my life. To think that... My sore muscles were a dead giveaway.

Young Alpha's didn't have any responsibilities while on the season. The pack would be on fire, but the high-ups would shield it from him in order to make sure he finish the mating. They couldn't afford to lose him, no matter what, so I knew nothing, even if the island was flooding, nothing would make him not come to the river unless he didn't want to.