Max Wolfe Novels & Stories

But when one wolf at the far end of the room whispered too loudly and the table chuckled under their breath, he set his fork down with a sharp clink. The sound cut through the room like glass breaking. Every head turned. His voice was calm. Cold. “Is there something you’d like to share?” The wolf froze. The color drained from his face. “No, Alpha,” he said quickly, eyes dropping to the table. “Good,” Nolan said. “Because if anyone here thinks my wife is a subject for gossip, they’re free to take it up with me directly. As I doubt that any alpha would allow limits to be crossed when it comes to his Luna. And I think that you know what it is to cross a limit when it is me.”

I glance his way, and sure enough, he’s watching now, eyes bright with that same infuriating amusement. “Careful,” he says. “Witches bite.” Elyra’s gaze cuts to him. “And wolves play with their food.” He grins. “Only when it’s interesting.” He looks back at me, his golden eyes boring into my skin. “Name’s Kael.” I don’t answer him. I am not here to make friends. I stab a piece of bread just to have something to do with my hands. The crust flakes perfectly; the inside is warm and soft. Against my better judgment, I take a bite.

"But you... you're meant for me. I can feel it. Don't you?" "No. I don't feel anything." Another sob broke her lips and she threw herself on David again. He wanted her off of him. She felt dirty and cheap. He tried to pull her arms off, but she wouldn't back away. "Please. We can try. We can. There has to be a way." "Angie?" A man walked into their circle. David looked over at him. He was the Alpha and David's mate was his Luna. That was the only reason a marked wolf would be at an event like this.

“He isn’t even trying to hide that he wants them dead.” Brenda paled. Elijah noticed. His posture shifted again, subtly but unmistakably protective. “He’s angry,” I said. “And that is putting it mildly after the game that his claim chose another. And note, an Alpha forced to accept that the woman he chose walked away to another… it is an offense that she is going to pay for.” I had seen angry wolves. I had seen obsessed wolves. Vladimir had become something else entirely, something uglier, something dangerous. “He blames Nathan. He believes that he gave Mia the strength to do what she did.”

WOLF HUNTING GONE WRONG Darby Miller and his team of skilled animal trackers were on the hunt for one of the rare mutant wolves. The only one recorded in history is being held in Wisconsin State Zoo. The rare wolf is the size of a horse and its speed and strength are like no other. There had been a call that another one was running lose and they were hired to find it. They had no intention to kill the wolf, only tranquilize and relocate it to the zoo. On the third day of searching, they came across the wolf. "The beast was unlike anything I'd ever seen! I swear, it was as if it had three bears within one body!" One of Darby's team members had stated. The wolf unleashed his anger onto the tea

The room exuded a sense of professionalism and expertise, bolstering my confidence in Doctor Wolfe's abilities. As I entered Doctor Wolfe's room, my eyes widened in awe. Standing before me was a man who seemed to embody every aspect of perfection. His thick wavy brown hair framed a face with striking features. His fair skin accentuated his gray eyes, which sparkled with a mix of intelligence and warmth. His clean-shaven face highlighted a strong jawline, and his lean, 6'3" frame exuded confidence and grace.

I crossed my arms and legs and restrained myself from moving, a few seconds after, inspector Denver faced us. "Michael Summers. It was found in his half-burnt body three deep claw marks behind his neck." I could feel all the people in the room turned their eyes on me after the inspector said that. Because who's the only person that's friends with wolves? And has the audacity to take them to school? The first thing I thought about the legendary wolf's reputation, as Tiffany said if there's people who have a strong influence on others that would be teachers. The last thought was a cuss that I couldn't say out loud.

Dad and Jacob seemed emotionless as they took everything in. “How many are in his crew?” Jacob asked. “Five,” Torin answered. Jacob looked at him and asked, “two rogue wolves and three humans?” “Yeah.” “One of the rogues has a broken claiming mark on his neck?” Jacob asked. “That’s Maverick. How do you know what he looks like?” Torin asked in confusion. “I saw him on Sunday when I took Maggie out on a date in Bowman.” “Shit! Did he follow you?” Torin asked.

she smiled tightly, taking a portion of wine. The man grinned contentedly and saluted back. I had no choice but to sit back and fulfill the request of the "old wolf", which, by the way, is not very old. Vadim's age is no more than forty, and taking into account the excellent regeneration of werewolves, in general, one can give in appearance much less than thirty.

--- A Few Weeks Ago Nat Wolfe, the billionaire CEO and heir to the Wolfe Group of Companies, stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse office, staring down at Manhattan. From up here, the city looked conquerable. And Nathaniel Wolfe had built his entire life on conquering things. A knock interrupted his thoughts. “Come in,” he said casually, without turning. The door clicked open. Nat Wolfe was chocolate-skinned, muscular, with round dark eyes that carried a dangerous kind of seduction. He turned just as she shut the door. Paula. His personal assistant. Tall. Slim. Blonde hair falling in deliberate waves over sharp shoulders. Blue eyes that didn’t just look—they pierced.