Sexy Female Wolf Novels & Stories

I growl at the man Dimitri still holds. The man smiles, blood pooling from his mouth. "Our Alpha." He laughs. A female can't be an alpha. No one would follow her. Except she's got her fighters going again. Everyone moves as the man laughs. Their fighters shift, attacking my fighters again. Why would these men follow a she wolf? I don't wait around for answers. Instead, I follow my men chasing the she wolf.

His eyes stay focused on me as he hugs the wolfed female slightly above her waist. Her breasts are huge mounds under thick fur. Something tingles and grows hard in my pants. She is naked, and from the crunch of her backbone down, she exudes sex. "He smells of pack," A silver-haired wolf whispers, pushing up from the side of the building, "he smells like us."

“I don't mind. I have a thing for possessive women” I stared at him, stunned. “Are you seriously flirting with me?” “Call it whatever you want” I growled, barring my fangs but he didn't flinch. Instead, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I heard female wolves can be quite vicious in heat. Is that true?” Heat flooded my cheeks at his words and a proud, accomplished smile spread across his face which only made me more furious. I slammed a brutal wave of energy into his chest. He jerked violently, veins popping out of his neck.

"The very first female wolf who tried to claim my mating bond had bad thoughts in her brain because the Darkmere Crossing pack paid her pouch to steal our map secrets, but my claws caught her before she could touch the pack letters." "My husband hates pack traitors more than anything in the forest, so he would never let her skin go without a heavy punishment!" my own mouth shouts out, my heart feeling super sad for his old wounds. "The second female wolf had no bad plans, she just had a very small brain with no pack sense," Vickon explains to my snout while his large hand strokes my hair. "Sorelle Mistfang gave her a little push, so she marched straight into the stone basement room where my

Another scared voice came through the link. She! Calvin yelled through mindlink confused, why did they think Aldric was a female. It is not Aldric. The white wolf is a female. She is leading a small group of Rhett’s pack members. She is doing most of the damage. She is unstoppable. Rhett’s beta wolf has broken off and taken the west end with another small group of Rhet’s members. I have reports of wolves coming down the mountain. Micah’s voice came through the only reasonable person.

She could easily guess he was an omega in his pack. He roared with bloodshot eyes as she laughed at him. Jackson had run Into a corner as the wolf in front of him was bigger and looked stronger than his. Their colleague was frightened to death and was about to dial the police through the phone on the counter. Lucia gave Jackson a sign and he immediately hit a large frying pan on the girl's head. She fell to the floor. The wolf roared again while he gathered his strength. Without warning, he launched at Lucia, biting hard on her shoulder.

Very remarkable! ************************************** I am Lydia Richmond. I am a female werewolf from the Kingsford pack. I am twenty five years old. I am tall, slim, curvy, and beautiful. Adding all features together, I can be classified as a sexy lady. I had no issues whatsoever. I was not only beautiful and curvy, but also full in the right places. My boobs were full and my ass was fleshy enough for a man to hold on to. But despite all these amazing feminine features I possessed, I had an issue which haunted me every second of my life.

“I need to see what we’re dealing with.” When they reached the basement door, Rachel was surprised to find Sophia herself guarding it. The giant black and gold wolf, acknowledged her with a low growl as their eyes met and moved aside for them to enter. “Mrs Landry, this is Rachel. She’s here to help you…” Rachel inhaled sharply as she saw the grotesque creature Mrs Landry had become, chained to the wall. It was as if a perfect split down the middle had occurred. Half of her was wolf, the other woman, both amalgamated into one.

Silas’s P.O.V The other wolf’s form was an impressive sight to behold. I could already tell it was a female from the way it carried itself. Her sleek fur was black as coal, glistening in the moonlight, and her eyes were piercing amber, like two burning suns. Her build was muscular and powerful, showing the strength of a natural-born Alpha, but I could tell she was not as strong as me. As she moved, her limbs flowed with grace and fluidity, each step precise and calculated. Her howls were deep and commanding, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who heard them. In short, her wolf form exuded a dangerous yet alluring aura that demanded respect and fear.

The pitch of the entire crowd’s muttering drops an octave. The males gathered closest to us part, revealing a phalanx of females led by a black she-wolf, a gray-haired female in her skin, and another female, maybe in her late thirties or early forties, who is somehow both furry and all woman at the same time. She looks like the NSFW character art that Kennedy downloads on her phone—so much butt and boobs and hips. My wolf draws herself up. She cowered like a pup in front of the males, but for some reason, she doesn’t want to show these females her neck. She’s trembling visibly, but she’s holding her head high.