Saving His Feral Mate Novels & Stories

Just one look, and all my walls crack. I think he knows it too. When our eyes met earlier, after he saved me from Savannah’s stunt, there was something raw in his expression. Not anger, not even protectiveness. Something else. Something that mirrored the chaos inside me. The mate bond. It’s real. It’s here. And it’s pulling me closer to him whether I’m ready or not.

She smiled as she moved down his body, flicking her tongue over his nipples, and down his stomach to where his beautiful cock was already growing. Her mouth was incredible, and he could barely think as she sucked his cock. He stroked her raven black hair and she looked up at him with her bright blue eyes. She was his! After all this time, he would have a mate. He would have someone to protect and to be the mother of his cubs. He'd never thought he even wanted a mate until he met Sarah. Now it was all he could think about. She was all he thought about. His cock was throbbing and he needed to be inside her. It was like she read his mind as she straddled him, slowly lowering herself onto him. H

Lex POV “We've got a problem, Alpha,” Carrie communicates to me via our mind link. “Carrie, what's the issue we're facing?” I inquire as I wrap up my discussion with one of the potential partners. “I brought the twin alphas to introduce them to the adorable pups, but to my surprise, your mate was hunched over them, emitting low growls. Concerned, Carrie quickly exclaimed, “that we had to swiftly shut the door.” “No way, she's trapped inside the feral sanctuary!” I exclaimed, my heart racing as I hurried towards the pups' room.

“Do something. Please.” The look in his eyes was enough to let me know that his control shattered. He crushed his mouth to mine, and this time there was nothing careful in it. His lips were hard, hungry, demanding, stealing the air from my lungs. The bond snapped tight, surging, the wolf inside me screaming with triumph. Mate. Mate. Mate. I whimpered into him, my body arching closer, my thighs tightening around his hips on instinct. The heat wasn’t dulled—it was worse—but the way he kissed me made it bearable, like only he could touch the fire without letting it consume me.

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.

"You want me to believe that the solution to my forbidden bond with my enemy is to bond with all five of you?" "It’s not romance, Feral," Kael bit out, though his eyes lingered on her mouth for a fraction of a second too long. "It’s control. It’s survival. Your Berserker power is a runaway train. We are the Found Family that must act as the tracks."

They have been waiting for me to find my mate. I do need her; I crave just being in her presence. She does not realize her affect on me yet. Just sitting near her brings a peace to my mind that I have never known. I meant every word that I said to her, she is as important to my life as my next breath. I am aware that I was very close to being a feral wolf, she saved me. She saved my pack. I had made Theo swear to me that if I ever went feral, that he would end my life. I knew that it would break his heart to do so, but a feral Alpha can destroy his pack without mercy. For the greater good of our pack he agreed.

The heat of her desire was a powerful enticement for his wolf. He’d barely slept since their last encounter. Each day he became more feral as he shed his humanity to save himself from the downward spiral of depression her rejection was creating. She was destroying him. He waited as she ran. Then he gave chase. She’d stripped off her clothing at some point, shifting into her fur to run farther and faster. He joined her, using his hunting skills to track her through the old growth forest. She’d traveled deeper than he usually ventured. By the time he slowed his pace, they were at the precipice of a cliff, a white river far below. At any other time, he’d stop to admire the beauty of it. Right n

“She’s my mate. You might not understand this, but if an alpha like me rejects their mates. It might kill her. And there are some things you don’t understand.” “What about me? Are you not killing me?” I ask with tears in my eyes, and he takes two steps towards me, but pauses, looking in my eyes. He wants to touch me, but he doesn’t. “I might go feral.” “Feral? That’s crazy. You’re not just making things up .” I shake my head, but he looks serious, like he means everything he is saying. But I straightened. “How do you know you are going feral? You won’t know unless you try it.

He looks down at his hands that are clasped so tightly I’m surprised his bones aren’t snapping. “He was a good Alpha, a very good Alpha until he started going feral. Our pack was going well. We were happy and then, a couple of years ago, he just started to snap. One minute everything was fine and the next ... well, he killed a couple of pack members before Beta Markus and I realized what was happening. We begged him to take a chosen mate,” he says, making Alayla growl.