My Beast Son's In Heat Novels & Stories

Her sweet scent whispered in the night air, faint but distinct, teasing my senses and pulling me in her direction like an invisible thread. My heart raced. She was on the other side of the park. Was she in her wolf form? Some omegas never shifted, but I’d heard of a few who did. The urge to change into my wolf and track her pumped through my veins. But a wolf roaming through the city wouldn’t go over well. I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals.

But we need to save him…' 'Don’t stop, but you need to spit out whatever you can so I don’t ingest all of it.' 'All right,' I nodded and resumed licking Adan. I could taste his blood and whatever was mixed with it. Some were dried blood already but I was not repelled at all. All I wanted was to save him from more pain when he woke up. 'How is Beast?' 'Weak. He tried to take all the pain while Father was whipping Adan, but he was too weak, so Adan took most of it. But he’s trying to heal Adan now as much as he can.'

He says, taking a fighting stance. I look at this kid for a second. My beast is reacting to him the same way it does with the twins. I guess it's because of Tammy being his mother and our mate. My beast may not be happy about Tammy mothering a child with another male, but he's Tammy son, so my beast looks at this kid as his own.

We've done this hundreds of times with the younger warriors. I place my legs in front of me, bending my knees slightly, willing myself to stay calm. "Something isn't right. We need time to discover what is going on. Beast wants her dead. It wouldn't be as strange if it stopped there. He acts jealous when anyone else is around her and he in turn wants that person dead. It's not mating, but I don't know what the hell it is." Beck breathes steadily allowing me to match my breaths to his as we slow our heartrates even more. "Has this happened before?" he asks after a few minutes.

“We have received a missive from the King of Wolves.” My father began, each word precise, as my siblings and I stood before him in his library. “He has decreed that one of my beloved daughters is to wed the Beast of Northshore.” A sharp collective intake of breath followed his words. My own breath caught in my throat as I remembered all the whispered rumors I'd heard about the Beast of Northshore. They said he was one of the three princes who had gone feral during the war, brought back by magic or sheer will, but never quite the same afterward.

Beanne very carefully set her mug down. "That," Nala said, looking back at me, "is likely why your heat is accelerating." Beanne was already nodding. "The body reads the repeated intimacy with an unprotected mate as a signal. It starts moving things along." She looked at me with the careful attention of someone trying to deliver information without alarming the recipient, which was already not working. "Given everything you've described. How you've been feeling, the cramps, the sensitivity, the bond activity." She paused. "Theo, you might be going into heat within the week."

I said, feeling slightly pissed by his words. "Yet, eventually you will. 'Cause that's what beasts do." "I'm not a beast. I'm a werewolf. My son is a Lycan. Arlo is a Lycan King…" "Right. Your scary baby daddy. No wonder he wanted to tear me into shreds. Holy fuck! I can't believe I fell in love with a beast…" "You know what?" I seethed. "Let's just talk later. For now, get some rest. I'll have the maids get you some breakfast."

They hurried toward the windows and shut them one after another, blocking out every trace of sunlight before quickly scrambling out of the room. They knew better than to leave the windows open around me. I was a beast condemned to live in darkness. A curse placed upon me by a powerful witch had taken away my ability to withstand sunlight. It was not merely an inconvenience. It had stripped me of the freedom to rule my own kingdom as I once had. A hundred years ago, my own Beta, Scott, betrayed me. He divided my kingdom into two factions and took half of it for himself. But betrayal was only the beginning of what he did to me, he killed my mate.

she winked at me. A young boy walked up, tall and broad, with black hair and green eyes, the spitting image of the King and it could only be their son, the prince, he nodded to us and walked around us sniffing, my heart stopped in my chest as I remembered what Rochelle told me about King Bête being able to scent his mate in her mother’s womb. I turned and watched as he rounded Bastein and stopped dead behind him as our daughter turned to face him.

The scent of cedar and starlight that always clung to Kael became intoxicating, making my mouth water. "Sena?" His voice sounded strained. I gripped the window frame, fighting the urge to turn around. Through our bond, I could feel his own arousal rising to match mine, fed by the supernatural call between mates. My body betrayed me completely. My nipples hardening, thighs clenching, breath coming in short gasps. "This is—" I squeezed my eyes shut. "This is the mating heat." "Yes." The single word was gravelly, rough with need. "Make it stop."