Reverse Harem Wolf Books Novels & Stories

"The Ironwolf was still a Jarl at that time while I was at the peak of my life as a lady. We found ourselves deeply in love, yearning for more. However, our love had to remain a secret because openly standing by his side would tarnish his reputation. I, an omega, and he, a high-ranking wolf, existed in two distinct worlds.” I clutched my dress, feeling an uncanny connection to Ingrid's tale. My heart continued to hammer inside my ribcage as I listened to her past. One evening, the Ironwolf proposed, promising a lifetime together. However, he asked for a little more time until he could become the Alpha of Ironflame, ensuring nothing could hinder our love. I trusted him completely and patientl

But with what had happened, I have every reason to trust her words. I took her hands in mine and squeezed them softly. “Aunt, I know how worried you are about me, but I want to let you know that I'm fine. I promise.” “Tell me, child, did you experience anything unusual about your wolf?” My aunt persisted with the question. Something unusual? I quickly recalled what actually happened. Just then, I remembered my wolf telling me about not being an omega. That was a statement that still made me feel something was missing. I gazed at my aunt, wondering if it would be a good idea to tell her what I really experienced with my wolf.

aroused. Every instinct I had was screaming to pull her closer and get her away from all these watching eyes. I stepped closer instead deliberately triggering the bond further. If I proved she was weak and she couldn’t control herself, the pack would reject her then this would stop. Her gasp when Weston touched her elbow made my wolf flinch and my blood run hot. “And you’re reactinb to her like this.” My wolf mocked. “Everyone can smell you,” I whispered in her ear, hating how good she smelled this close. “Can you guys smell that?”

She stepped closer and saw that they depicted werewolves engaged in various unfamiliar advanced looking training exercises, and the sight intrigued her. She slowly ventured deeper and she stumbled upon a collection of old books and notes, their slightly yellowed pages revealed that they had been studied religiously. She picked a few books up and almost screamed with disbelief when she read their titles. “Ascension of the Omega”. “Unlocking your full potential.” “Release of the inner wolf” “Power upgrade for dummies!” “Kira! Can this be real?” Sera exclaimed to her wolf. “Did the goddess just send me books that would teach me to become a stronger werewolf?”

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Being the sister to an Alpha doesn't change anything, rather I break the rules unapologetically, one of it is this short dress I was putting on. Romano was going to complain like he always does when he sees me. “You know being my sister doesn't mean I can't whip that little thing you are putting on off you. Go get that thing off, I'm not a brother to a whore,” he would say but I never listen. I was comfortable wearing things like this and no unmated wolf would get me to do what I don't want to do. As I stride through the hallway, I ignored the lustful look cast my way, and the smell of arousal in the air, I had one place in mind, my dark hideout.

But I did not expect the way my body would react once I was biting down on her elegant neck. And I did not expect the way her body reacted to my bite. How potent her pheromones became once she was marked. I was not strong enough to deny her after that. I had kissed every inch of her until she begged me to take her, and I could not remember much else beyond the sound of her cry in the first fleeting moments. The rest of the night was a fog. A warm, hungry dream, filled with the fire of moving bodies and the sound of stifled moans. At some point, perhaps Ares took over. Perhaps the wolf within Valerie swept away her conscience as well. It was not unheard of for wolves to steal away the human b

I groaned as I snapped a mental picture of how we were looking right now, a she Wolf standing in her four legs as a human being straddled her waist. I shook myself out of his arms and attacked him with my claw, glaring daggers down at where he was lying whimpering, my wolf nagged and struggled to be let out of her cage, she wants to pamper him like our baby but I wouldn't let that happen, over my dead body. I turned after matching down on his right hand with my paw, I took off running into the, my mind racing as my wolf created a mental moment that was never going to happen in my mind.

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In the end, it all circled back to the same problem. "Our laws are pretty simple. Mostly they involve don't tell anyone about us and marry a wolf." "Or two. Or more. Kind of makes me wonder if I wouldn't be better off with the vampire. I get the impression he probably has a harem of women." The wolf in her head growled. "I'd probably only have to deal with him a few times a week, if that." His eyes widened. "You can't be serious. You'd choose a bloodsucker over your own kind?"