The Lone Wolf Keeps A Date Novels & Stories

I had just seen her anyway, and there was nothing remotely special about her features to stare at. “Why do you keep lying, Gunnolf?” My wolf grumbled. I gritted my teeth. The damn creature wouldn’t stop with the scheming. Ugh! I was not going to accept Leonie as a mate, shouldn’t he just give up now. “You will,” my wolf said annoyingly. “No, I won’t. Be quiet,” I grumbled. *** LINA ROYALE

It was a sight I had yearned to witness for five long years—a sight that filled me with a sense of contentment and longing all at once. As I stood by the bedside, a voice echoed within me—a voice that was both mine and yet separate. It was the voice of the wolf that resided within me, a part of my very essence. The wolf, a creature of raw instinct and unwavering loyalty, had remained silent for so long, kept at bay by the seal I had placed upon it. But tonight, in the presence of the woman I loved and our pup, the wolf's presence could not be contained any longer. With a surge of energy, the wolf's consciousness intertwined with mine, its thoughts and feelings becoming a part of my own.

EM: if you want to pay me back, go on an actual date with me, Wolfie Lonewolf: you are persistent; what if I’m some pervert old man pretending to be a young lady? EM: I know you are not; I’ve heard your voice several times Lonewolf: there is something called a voice changer EM: yeah, right, suit yourself; I’ll sort you out in real life so you would know I know you just as much as you know me Lonewolf: are you trying to scare me into never going out? EM: Not like you do go out anyway. Lonewolf: what is my real-life name? EM: go on a date with me, and I’ll tell you

Murdoch told the younger man coldly. Lars resisted rolling his eyes. Murdoch was like an uncle to him, but the man could seriously be so dramatic sometimes! “Yes, this is true.” Lars allowed slowly, feeding more wood into the low burning fire. “The lone wolf, if he has chosen the Luna as his mate, he will come after her. And he won’t stop until we’re all dead. We can send the boys on ahead, but you and I need to go after him and make certain that he is dead.”

“She slept with you, Grey. She fucking slept with you. You’re never this patient with anyone. What the actual fuck, Grey?!” There was a bitter taste on my tongue as I remembered that she’d poisoned my drink. I inhaled sharply and shook the thought out of my mind. “Calm the fuck down or we won’t get the information we need,” I warned my wolf. “How the hell do you expect a spy to tell you the truth?” My wolf asked. “You speak as though you don't know me at all.” My answer seemed to make him finally calm down, because he said, “When you're ready to have fun, call me so I'll be there to witness it.”

I almost cried, but I couldn't, absolutely not in front of this wolf who had hurt me. "Ella, I..." Kevin fell silent for a moment, then sighed, "I admit we had a one-night stand, but honestly, I won't really fall in love with any she-wolf, including Maya, at least not right now." I was stunned, what kind of playboy talk was this? Kevin, you make me feel like a stranger.

Approaching the loners with caution, Alpha greeted them with a gentle voice, "Greetings, fellow travelers. What has brought you to our territory?" The leader of the loners, a seasoned wolf named Luna, stepped forward, her voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and resilience. "We have traveled far, driven from our home by strife and hardship. We seek refuge, a place where we can find safety and belonging." The pack members exchanged glances, their thoughts and emotions intertwined. Accepting the newcomers would bring both opportunities and challenges. Beta, known for his wisdom, stepped forward and addressed the pack, "We must consider the potential benefits of integrating them into our pa

A soft sound leaves her lips, almost a whimper. I kneel beside the bed and reach out before I can stop myself. My fingers brush a strand of hair from her face. Her skin is warm. My fingers trail along her skin and down the curve of her neck. Her pulse beats steadily under my touch, and for the first time in centuries, my wolf stirs to life. ‘She is ours,’ he growls in mind. ‘Mark her.’ I chuckle. Even after hundreds of years, he has not changed. ‘I will not mark her in her sleep.’

It felt like a phantom ship filled with dead souls was moving towards them. “The audacity of them to make us wait for so long.” Charlotte’s tone was filled with contempt. Since young, it was only ever her who made other people wait. “I hope this group of people will satisfy me. Otherwise, don’t blame me for showing them no mercy.” Behind her, a man with a one-eyed wolf head tattoo came over and said, “Young Miss, do you need me to test them later?” The man who spoke was nicknamed Lone Wolf. He was an expert fighter that the Fisher family paid good money to raise. The man’s capabilities were on par with Larry, and he was now working as Charlotte’s bodyguard.

This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan. 'Hmm. So even the White Wolf's Clan has its loopholes.' Alexander thought. "There is a gay White Wolf's in their clan?" He finally asked, before he was able to stop himself. He just couldn't stop his curiosity. This "gay" solider really caught his attention and interest. It had been a long time since he last flirted and had numerous affairs. The tragedy changed him in so many ways. He realized he missed his old self, maybe he could loosen up a little and have his little fun with this "gay" White Wolf's.