The Broken Wolf Molly Novels & Stories

Molly takes a big inhale of air, "This is one of my favorite things to do." I turn to her, "Exactly what are we doing? Rosie wasn't very clear on that." "Females come to these fields before the Moonlight Festa to get more in touch with our wolf. We're surrounded by four walls most of the time, and being in an open area like this helps," she meets my gaze, and it drifts to my neck, her eyes widen, "Oh my-When did that happen?" She tentatively touches it. "Um, this morning actually," just the brush of her hand sends shivers down my spine. Molly mark of our Alpha. I case both of them, and you must mark them in return."

Molly’s POV The silence that followed the slap was more deafening than the sound itself. My cheek throbbed with a rhythmic, burning heat, but the ache in my soul was a hollow, freezing void. I leaned my head against the cool wood of the door, eyes squeezed shut, trying to swallow the sob that threatened to tear its way out of my throat. My wolf was silent now, curled into a ball of wounded misery, mourning the connection that had been so close to blooming only to be crushed under the weight of his pride. He didn't want a mate; he wanted a fuck pet.

,he says ignoring the bitches as both scoff. "damn",Derek looks shocked. Anna keeps eating and acting like she didn't just say she wanted to kill two wolves like nothing. "This is so damn good, thanks guys",she says smiling and eating pickles. "all you care about is yourselves and that runt this pack will fall if you keep fighting the rogues they know what and who yo target ",the one whose name is Molly glares at us and I start wondering how does she know the rogues are targeting anyone but my pups and mate. I look at Derek as his eyes register what she said. The look is one that I've seen before she knows where they are.

He said as a tears ran down his face. "She's been with me since I first came to this Earth." He said sounding so defeated as his head dropped forward and began to cry. My heart broke for him. But there's no way his wolf is female. It just doesn't happen. My heart breaks even more for him knowing that he doesn't have Ethan or his wolf Aurora. I reach forward and pull him into me as I wrap my arms around him. His head leans against my chest as his arms lay limp against me while he cries.

The wolf, who had been busy chewing up Gavin, spat out his shoe and growled menacingly, followed by jumping on me. I sidestepped, but the wolf managed to push me down with its left paw. I let out a loud cry of pain when I felt it sink its teeth into my shoulder, but before any damage could be done, the wolf immediately retracted its teeth, taking a step back away from me, its green eyes staring at me as if staring right through my soul. From the corner of my eye, I saw Taylor throw a silver bomb at the wolf, who immediately growled out in pain, shifting into a very naked and muscular man, Alpha Alexander Pierce, my biggest enemy!

'What did I tell you? Never trust too easily. Now my feeling has been confirmed. Alexander and Mell are part of the Black Wolf's Clan. Mell was the mole in the Clan. And I have the feeling that Alexander came in our life to become the Balck Clan spy.' Ash instinct suddenly voiced out as they were investigating the evidence gathered at the crime scene.

Looking at it now, I couldn't believe how foolish I'd been. "Elara." A voice came from the gate. I looked up. Silas stood there, a bag of fruit in his hand. Silas was a neighbor I'd met here. A native wolf of the Southern Pack. He ran a small architectural design studio. When I first arrived, I'd happened to apply for a position there. That was how we met. "How are you feeling today?" He walked in and set the fruit on the table. "Brought you some oranges. Thought you might like them."

She stepped forward, expression unreadable. “This will be simple,” Marcus said. “Move when your instincts tell you to move. React without hesitation. Nothing more.” Nothing more. Right. Just me, my “instincts,” and a woman who could probably bench-press a car. Before I could even take a breath, the woman lunged. A scream ripped through my throat, but my body moved without permission. I jerked sideways, stumbling, and her hand slashed through the air where my shoulder had been. Gasps rippled through the semicircle of watching wolves.

"Surely they had traitors." "Did you?" I ask Nira. She nods. "For someone to leave the pack, they had to fight Amira or Tavin, her trainer. No one wanted that. The ones who attempted to leave without permission were dealt with." She fidgets with her fingers nervously. She might have been close to the former alpha but she doesn't do well with me. "Who is the closest to the she wolf?" I ask. "Tavin Brooks or Iyla Banks." She says quickly.

Messages passed in murmurs and glances rather than words. The council responded with more observers. Pressure met patience. Then came the first fracture that bled. A young wolf named Taren was taken at dawn. No announcement. No explanation. Just gone. His mate arrived at my door before the sun had fully risen, eyes red, hands shaking. “They said he was being reviewed,” she whispered. “They wouldn’t tell me where.” My wolf snarled, rage flaring hot and sharp. Kaelen was already moving. “I’ll find out.”