Tequila Wolf Novels & Stories

"Hey wait up” I yell at my best friend Annabelle Haul. She’s a tall 5’9” beauty. She has long red hair that stops just below her bottom. She perfect in every way and she isn’t afraid to show anyone what they get when they mess with her or me for that matter. Who am I?!? My name is Tiffany Tow I’m the daughter to Calvin Tow the bata of Blue Moon Pack. I’m an omega or at least that’s what my wolf and I want everyone to think. You see I’m a very special she-wolf but we will get to that later.

The creature was certainly Wolf, just very unusual. Wolf wore a huipil—a sleeveless Mexican tunic—and then there were maracas on the table, not forgetting the tall sombrero hat hugged to his chest. Those things shouldn't be near Wolf, especially the huipil, which was very brightly colored like a rainbow. Colors that were never seen near Wolf—usually just black or white. Zoe finally smiled, forgetting about the devilish woman for a moment. She now knew what Wolf's surprise was. Those items were his surprise. But before she could explain, Wolf fell asleep, waiting for her.

My eyes dug through so many exquisite and exotic whiskeys, vodka, and an abundance of tequila that were just as expensive as my mom’s gold jewelry. Apart from that, the bar looked normal… except for the weird grey wolf statues situated in the corners. I gave up admiring and resumed searching for Adrian, the aroma of the tingling spices of alcohol intoxicating my brain, and wait… cinnamon! The door closed behind me and I yelped, not even realizing that I had walked deeper in. I turned to see Adrian resting on the door, a cold glass of tequila in his hand. The tequila was so cold that frost had coated the glass. He wore a black T-shirt and matching pants that looked more pajama-y than casual.

I needed to be drunk, no matter the number of bottles I needed to achieve that. Minutes later, the effect of the tequila took its toll on my system. My profoundly blue eyes had suddenly gone white. I couldn't stop growling and howling as I kept gulping down the alcohol content. The men in the bar all found different escape routes, knowing the interpretation of the growls. I was under the influence of alcohol; I couldn't hold myself anymore, so I took a bottle of tequila and launched it onto the bartender's head, making him bleed severely. At the sight of the scene, everyone fled, leaving me on a rampage in my werewolf state.

And his wolf whispered again, Mine. After a few sips, the alcohol was catching up to Whitney, quietly, stealthily, and with devastating precision. Unlike the human cocktail she thought she’d been drinking, this particular blend was crafted for wolves, strong, fast-acting, and capable of knocking a full-grown Alpha flat if they weren’t pacing themselves. Whitney, being Whitney, did not pace herself. By the time she was half way done with the glass, she was warm, clingy and fully committed to forgetting the concept of personal space as a whole.

*************** Thirty minutes later, I finish recounting the entire ordeal of how my pack was wiped in a night due to wolfsbane and sliver poisoning. Everywhere is quiet. Everyone is too. And for a moment, I have my hopes high, that they have finally believe me, and that this pack is going to help avenge my pack! But I am wrong!!. "You said, the tequila was poisoned with Aconitum napellus wolfsbane, a very toxic and most deadliest wolfsbane and everyone drank out of it including you. How come you're still alive?" The Alpha asks, with his hands cross on his chest, looking at me sternly, with suspicion.

As he stepped into the bar the scent grew stronger, filling his nostrils making his wolf restless. He walked straight to a table and sat on it signaling the waitress to come over to his table. "Hey! What's your order handsome?" The average sized waitress asked, cocking her hips to the side. "One shot of tequila." He answered in a deep voice, trying to get his wolf to calm down as it kept pacing restlessly inside him. He watched the lady walk to the counter, to get his order from another human guy behind the counter. The intoxicating scent was starting to fade away, though it still kept his wolf restless.

I went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. I looked in the mirror as I waited for the water to warm up. My thoughts returning to Alessia. Was it possible she was the new Celestite wolf? Tasha had been an omega in our packhouse when I was only a pup, telling me all sorts of stories. The Celestite wolf being one I remembered very well. She is different, I like it. My wolf Xander sounded in my head. Has more fight in her than the rest of the weak she-wolves. Fit for an alpha such as ourselves.

“Lightweight fight. Our guy is there in the blue and yellow. Corey. This fight should be wrapping up in the next ten minutes and then they’ll be a break for them to clean up before Kurt’s Heavyweight fight. You want a beer or something?” “Got soda? Coke or Pepsi?” I don’t normally drink soda, but I’ll make an exception for being out. Beer is nasty and I’d already had wine with our meal. Not that it would affect me, but we wolves typically stick with either sweet tea or water. Less sugar and better for us. It’s not that we’re super health conscious, but when your wolf feels good, you feel good. Wolves don’t need a ton of caffeine and sugar, so we typically don’t eat or drink it.

"That I can't tell as I would expose whoever shared such secret, but what I can say is that whoever told me also explained that the high alpha has a tattoo on his chest of a wolf. I need you to lift up your shirt to make sure that I am talking to the right person." I could see Melchior's body tensing as he held a safe distance from the other guy. "How about you tell me your name first?" He said firmly, trying to make himself overpower the scientist whilst also trying to buy more time. "That is irrelevent," I heard him reply, raising his voice. "You are not the alpha, are you?" He continued. "Show me your tattoo." He leaned forward in the hopes of reaching Melchior, but he moved backwards, av