Test Pack Positif Sensitif Novels & Stories

"Why did you put me through that?" I asked, taking a moment to delve into his intense gaze. "Do you really despise me that much?" Dimitri hissed, his voice sharp like a knife. "Isabelle, be careful with what you say." "Why should I even try?" I shot back, matching his intensity. "That’s enough!" Dimitri growled, his voice low and menacing. Before I could respond, he roared, halting my words in their tracks. He seized my arms, pushing me against the wall. My heart raced, and the fire in his gaze intensified. This is unbearable! There’s no escaping destiny anymore. His lips crashed onto mine, stealing my breath and breaking through all my defenses. --- Isabella Rosa Santacruz is a witch on the run, her blood linked to a prophecy that positions her as the key to the universe. Throughout her life, she has evaded monsters and myths, always staying a step ahead—until now. Dimitri Axel Castellan, known as the Blood Alpha, is feared, ruthless, and weighed down by a cursed pack fated to perish on the eleventh blood moon. However, when he encounters Isabella—the one person he never expected—everything shifts. She becomes the air he can’t breathe without, even if loving her means sacrificing everything, including his own life. Will their connection protect them from the impending chaos, or will it pull them apart?

Ava Smith, the only child of Elliott Smith, the beta of Westwood pack was determined to be the next beta of her pack because she had always wanted to make her parents proud and be the son they never had, but all of her dreams were crushed before she had even started. She was being bullied, mocked, tortured, and broken by the alpha's son and his friends. Damon Walter. She hated that name to the core. He was her worst nightmare. He was the reason she had to let go of her dreams and leave her parents and she vowed never to come back to that pack. Ava had no choice but to go to that pack she hated the most because her husband-to-be, an Alpha from another pack sent her to Mistwood pack because he had made a promise to her parents that she would attend the mating ceremony happening in Westwood pack. What happens when fate decides to play a little game with Ava, she figures out that the new Alpha of the Westwood pack, Damon Walter, is her mate. Damon Walter, the alpha of Westwood pack, was rejected cruelly by his mate on the night of the mating ceremony. He was taken aback by that rejection but he vowed to make her his no matter what. Now he had to prove to his mate that he was worthy of her. What happened when he figured out that he was the cause of her misery and she rejected him because she wanted exact revenge on him? Now the cold Alpha must do whatever it takes to win back his mate and make her accept him back.

Viola didn't grow up like the rest of the pack, her wolf was taken at a young age. Newly accustomed to her werewolf nature she must find out everything about those against her as the heiress of Shadow Pack with not just one but 2 mates, a phenomenon rare in their world as everyone is destined to have only one fated mate. Will her hybrid blood keep her strong as she goes against her enemies? Will her mates stay by her side?

Rachael believed she was the last female werewolf in a kingdom where women had vanished, hunted to extinction and spoken of only in whispers. She stayed hidden in her wolf form to survive until one mistake brought her into the territory of the most feared Alpha alive. Eryx, the ruthless Alpha King with cursed blood and unmatched power, thought she was a trespassing male. One forced shift revealed the truth: she was female. His female. Desired by all, hunted by many, trapped in the hands of a man who kills without mercy. Packs across the land would do anything to have her, to breed her, to break her. And Eryx would slaughter anyone who tried. She is not just the last woman. She is the spark that could burn the kingdom to ash.

Leo has spent his life surviving cruelty within the system, unaware of his true origins. With his eighteenth birthday approaching, he hopes for a quiet escape from the pain of his childhood. Unbeknownst to him, he is the heir to a powerful werewolf bloodline, and his birth mother, Luna Aria, has never stopped searching. As his dormant powers begin to awaken, Leo is thrust into a world of magic, violence, and legacy. He must confront who he is, who he was meant to be, and whether he can survive long enough to claim his destiny.

Vaelith Ardentra was never meant to cross into enemy territory. She was meant to die there. When the bond snaps between her and Draven Varkrys, the ruthless heir of her pack’s greatest enemy, it should have ended in blood. Instead, it binds them. Irrevocably. Dangerously. And her own pack turns on her first. Now trapped deep within rival territory, Vaelith is forced into a fragile alliance with the one man she was raised to fear. Draven doesn’t trust the bond. Doesn’t trust her. But he won’t let her go, not when every instinct in him demands she’s his to protect… or destroy. Because something is wrong with their bond. It isn’t fate. It’s something far older. Twisted. Engineered. As war brews between packs and a new enemy begins hunting bonded wolves, the truth surfaces piece by piece. Vaelith wasn’t just chosen by fate. She was created for it. And if she fully accepts the bond, it won’t unite their worlds. It will tear one of them apart. Now Vaelith faces an impossible choice: Break the bond and risk losing everything or claim the man she was never meant to love, knowing it could destroy them all.

When Naeva Quinn transfers to icy Snowridge High, the last thing she expects is to be assigned as tutor to the school’s golden boys—four ridiculously hot, secretive brothers who run the hockey team like a pack. Literally. They’re hiding something savage. She’s waking up to something ancient. Hi And when her blood starts reacting to theirs, the rules change. Secrets unravel. Eyes glow. And fangs? Yeah—those are real. Now Naeva must decide: run from the bond... or become their mate fate won’t let them forget.

My lips trailed his soft cheeks to his ears and I bit softly on his lobe while my hand moved to the back of his dark tendrils. My fingers ran through them, giving a slight tug and they were just as soft as I imagined.  My free hand trailed down his grey jeans, stopping at his crotch and I placed a soft grip, earning a moan. "What was it you said again?" I rubbed him through the fabric, his cock turning harder. My face remained nonchalant like wasn't openly groping and caressing his cock.  "I think they went around the lines of not being attracted to me." I let out a chuckle at the irony. "I never said that," he voiced between a whimper and a groan With one hot breath, I mumbled easing into his lips, "but you thought it. Insinuated it."  His hand crept up my neck as he pulled me closer, leaving no space between us. "Never," he growled. The kiss was rough and wild, expressing the attraction we had bottled up. It was only a matter of time till it exploded, leaving us with raging hormones and unsatisfied, throbbing, and aching bodies. My hands slipped into in his pants as I rubbed his hard cock, getting moans of pleasure from him as I gave soft strokes. I was ultimately immersed in the kiss that I didn't realize he had gained back control. He pushed me harshly, his hand moving over his cherry-stained lips as he gave a swift wipe. All he said was one word. One word that meant absolutely nothing to me but coming from him, shattered me. "Slut."

On the day I got pregnant again, August decided to give up on gambling and work to provide for the family. I was so touched that I cried. With trembling hands, I handed him the money I had saved up after working odd jobs for a year. Two of the bank notes fell on the floor, and I picked them up before running after him. When I reached the end of the alley, I saw the mafia members who always came to our doorstep to demand repayment of our debt. They treated August respectfully. Apparently, his poverty was just a facade. “Mr. August, do we still need to surround your house and demand payment tomorrow?” August sat in a Lincoln limousine and said nonchalantly, “No need.” He stared at the ring on his finger and sighed. “It’s been years. It’s enough to prove that her love for me is real. She once worked so hard to pay off my debt that she suffered a miscarriage. “I already betrayed her once. It’s time to tell her about my true identity so that she doesn’t have to work so hard anymore.” But Ivy, his childhood friend, pouted. “You can’t! It’s not time yet to reveal the truth! What if she’s like your previous girlfriends and only cares about your money and your identity as a mafia boss? “You should wait a little longer and see whether she wants to have this baby.” August gave a wistful nod. “Alright. I’ll do as you say. In any case, she has been with me for so long. I don’t think she can leave me now.” I clenched the money in my hands and turned around. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I no longer wanted to live this lie dressed as love.

After I landed in the hospital—again—from working myself into the ground, Jacob swore he was done playing house stockbroker. "Starting tomorrow, I'll do anything. Haul bricks, deliver pizza, whatever. I'm not letting you carry this alone." His eyes were glassy as he stormed out of the exam room like he was about to save the day or something. Then the doctor walked in and handed me a report. I was pregnant. Again. Heart racing, I chased after Jacob... and froze. He was standing outside some super VIP room. The same guys who used to bang on our door for money were suddenly all respectful. "Mr. Klein, should we block her door again tomorrow?" Jacob twirled our engagement ring around his finger. "No need. She already lost one baby paying off those debts. The test's over. Time she knew who I really am." Then my best friend—Lillian Morvain—strolled out and wrapped her arms around his waist like she belonged there. "Jacob, don't go soft. Your tests usually last at least five years. What if she's just another gold digger? Plus... I'd miss you." He hesitated. Smirked. "Fine. We'll do it your way. She's not going anywhere anyway." I stood there, clutching my stomach, sliding down the wall like the air had been punched out of me. Later, I pushed open the office door. "Dr. Spencer, I need a termination. Three days from now."