Male On Feral Novels & Stories

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.

My instincts scream at me to act, to fight, and to protect. In the midst of the chaos, I catch a glimpse of Luke. His eyes meet mine, and I see the fierce resolve reflected in his gaze. The transformation is almost complete; his body is shifting, the bones cracking and elongating as he morphs into his powerful wolf form. The sight is both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

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.

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.

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.

“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.