Saving His Feral Mate Novels & Stories

he smiled, and suddenly gripped my waist. Drawing me closer to his face, his gaze rolled over me and disgusted my heart, but I couldn't do anything to break free from his authority. He's a Beta breed, his blood and strength were a lot stronger than mine– a bastard pup. I helplessly shut my eyes tightly from looking into those disgusting eyes. As much as I wanted to jerk him away from me, he kept tightening my heart with his energy to submit. But no! I'm never submitting my body to a feral dog. “I'm your Alpha's mate, Chris. Let me go now” I said, in assurance that could spark some fear into his mind.

I will kill him! “That’s why I left. HE’s succeeded in finding a method to maintain fertility. But I will not become his slave. You’ve seen the wolf I killed. That’s what I would become had I not left. A mindless, bloodthirsty monster.” My mate adds, stroking my fur. “Beast is the only woman that survived the preparation, so you can understand why that fucker will not give up on her. It took 15 years to get her ready.”

Dark hair fell across his forehead, and his steel-gray eyes surveyed the pack with the calculating gaze of a born leader. Our eyes met across the clearing, and I watched his nostrils flare as my scent reached him. For one heart-stopping moment, recognition flashed in his gaze—primal, intense, undeniable. The mate bond snapped into place between them like a golden thread, binding our souls together in the way of our kind. But instead of the joy I had dreamed of, instead of the rush toward each other that every mated pair experienced, Hunter's expression hardened into something cold and distant. His jaw clenched, and he deliberately turned away from me.

This male could wait until later. I started to back up down the hall, warning them to stay away. She was calling me now, whimpering in my mind. An older male ran into the hall, startling me. I was surrounded now! I was surrounded and I couldn’t find my mate! I growled and prepared to defend my mate.... why did he smell like her?! I started to stalk, shedding my weaker form I bared my teeth and growled. “Banner, back up.” The female spoke. “He has gone feral.”

"The mate bond won't let her hurt us any more than it'll let us hurt her." "Tell that to the last Prime Alpha who went feral and killed her entire pack." Oh for the love of... Max's frustration peaked. That Prime Alpha went feral because her entire pack abandoned her after her mate died. She had no support, no family. Ivy has us. Three mates who would burn the world down for her. Stop comparing apples to homicidal oranges. You can't guarantee she won't lose control. I can guarantee we won't abandon her if she struggles. That's the difference. Max paused. Besides, if she goes feral, at least we'll die together. That's romantic, right?

That’s the person you need to be if we’re going to make it out of here in one piece. I nodded. She was right. I couldn’t help but think about Dominic as well. He was still my mate and I couldn’t deny my feelings. He might resent me now, but I still wanted to try. Standing to the side to let Vivian have him was heartbreaking to think about. Or would that be too desperate of me? ‘Hell no. She-wolves are just as primal when it comes to marking their territory. You are just trying to guard what’s yours. He will come round.’

“I just don’t want her to leave me. Losing Savannah a second time would drive me crazy.” “If you keep this up, you’ll drive everyone crazy. You’re clinging to this ridiculous marriage. Do you think this will never end? Sooner or later, Rowan will find out that the child in Savannah’s womb is his. If you don’t stand firm, Rowan will come back.” “If that’s what makes Savannah happy. Besides, the Red Fang Pack won’t let a whore become Luna. I’m sure his pack wants Savannah back.” “Fuck it, Cillian. You want Savannah to go back to Rowan just like that? After everything Rowan did to Savannah? I’m so sorry, Cillian. I’d rather see Savannah single than have her go back to that bastard Rowan.

She looks up at me so innocently. “Because I’ve just claimed you as my mate and I’m… not sure I can control myself, regardless of the circumstances.” In fact, I’ve spent the last several hours trying not to go scorched-earth on everyone around me because I’d been separated from my mate only moments after marking her. Everyone who told me men go absolutely feral after marking their mates were correct. Feeling her soft, warm weight in my arms as I carried her upstairs was enough for my cock to go rigid against the stiff fabric of my pants, and I am absolutely aching to be inside of her.

I shook my head and then looked up. My safety? Is he stupid? He chose to sacrifice us! I see how my father holds his hands. My father made him look beautiful, but I didn't even see the eyes of the monstrous man in front of me with pity. He killed them without sympathy. "Now you are calling me your mate! Funny hearing that! Didn't you reject me before? You rejected me, my king? You accused me that I am a slut! Don't you even know what hardships I went through? I was forced to do that just to live! And now, are you ready to kiss my feet? Because you need a mate?" It's no secret that I know that it will only take a little time for it to become a feral.

He tossed and turned. Thor had offered to take first watch, but I couldn’t sleep anyway. In the dark night, I felt that pull. Insistent, and unrelenting. The mate bond. I turned onto my side and exhaled slowly. “Stop,” I whispered, my voice pleading. The mate bond wouldn’t stop though. It couldn’t. Not until it was broken. How could this be? How could my mate be the same man who had sent in ferals to kill me? I didn’t understand. He’d promised he’d protect me when I met him. I was his mate. And he’d just tried to kill me.