Raised By Wolves Novels & Stories

Three rogue wolves rushed towards Alpha Clause and I, and I recognized one as the one Alpha Clause described as Alpha Ross, the Alpha that went rogue. He was a black wolf with a white scar the shape of lightning under his left eyelid. He together with a brown wolf attacked Alpha Clause, leaving me unprotected for the smaller wolf that was ash in color to attack me. They might have thought that I was weak and that was why they had only one small wolf attack me, but I was strong and I would show them. I threw a kick at the wolf's jaw and he reared back, letting out a loud growl both in pain and anger.

Wouldn't leave everything behind. The two wolves got closer. Realized I was standing above them. The larger of the two looked up at me. Cocked his eyebrow up at my hair whipping in the wind. From the looks of him, he was surely the son of an Alpha. Or the grandson. The other wolf was small by comparison.

Then there is the whole matter of presenting myself as a high-ranking wolf, not a slave. There is a lot of pressure, and I’m not sure there are enough books and lessons to help me catch up. Most of the high-ranking wolves are raised from birth to take over their positions. Alphas, Betas, Gammas, and high-ranking females destined to be their mates are all raised to be proper wolves to fill their roles. That’s not me, and everyone is going to know that. I’m a nameless wolf, a rogue slave who just happened to be mated to an Alpha. Is anyone even going to buy that we are fated mates?

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

Two days later Thomas Grey showed up at the border with twenty wolves. Kade met him with thirty. Show of force. Grey was older, maybe sixty. Scars covering his arms. Eyes cold as winter. “You have my wolves,” Grey said. No greeting. No preamble. “I have three wolves who sought asylum from an abusive Alpha,” Kade replied. “They are mine now.” “They swore loyalty to me. That makes them my property.” “Wolves aren’t property.” Grey smiled. It wasn’t pleasant. “You are young. Idealistic. You think you can change centuries of tradition. You can’t.”

I try calling out my father or John for help, because I know if they knew we were in trouble they'd rush over here, but I can't seem to mind linking them. Just as I was about to tell Tasha, we needed to go upstairs and hide the window breaks because a wolf jumped on it. Tasha and I screamed and stumbled back fast, we stumbled and fell, glass was thrown everywhere. When we looked up, there were three huge solid black wolves with their lips brought back in a snarl, growling at us, and glowing red eyes stood before us. We screamed again in fear. I will try calling dad again. Still nothing. I can tell just by the looks of these wolves, they're not escaped prisoners from Alpha Conan's pack. Their

“Are you saying that she’s a rabid wolf or something?” Monica slaps her hand on her forehead before slamming it onto the table. “Riven. Kate is a great wolf.” Great wolves. I’ve never had the honor of meeting one, and I had only heard rumors of what they were like in my old packs. Great wolves are wolves that are ticking time bombs in a way, if not controlled properly. Their strength is fearsome, and they have the ability to turn humans into werewolves within twenty-four hours, with a terrifying success rate. If Kate is a great wolf, that means that the girl that I’ve been protecting never needed me at all.

“Dad would never let them take that b*tch, so why didn’t he say anything today?” Mother crossed her legs, removing her sandals, with a wicked smile on her face. “There’s something called blackmail, Kendra.” I stopped. “Blackmail?” She pushed herself farther into my bed and rested on it, facing me as she licked a d*ck toy she got from her handbag. Mother always did that when she wasn’t able to f*ck someone and it had become a habit. “I caught your father freeing a wolfant.” “So what?” Wolfants are special wolves but they are said to be forbidden and perilous. Their genes were mutated, turning them into something else, good or bad but most times bad. Those that didn’t turn bad and didn’t die e

‘Burly, senseless wolves, going for the girl when she was with Zach. She had to look for another way to get the girl. The rise of the red wolf will bring doom, not just to her but to a lot of werewolves.

Ghost cracked a small smile. It was a rare sight and it made Ryder happy. He didn’t want to push it, so he didn’t point it out, “Rogue wolves are extreme. They take everything that is scary about wolves and amplify it. They are unable to control their feral desires. With each passing day, they lose the grip over their humanity. All their primal desires are heightened.” Ghost nodded in understanding.