The Wolf In Sheep's Clothing Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I could smell his confusion and his desperation to be one with the pack. I shifted enough to call Lone Wolf to come in next to me. He came in crouching, hesitant. I didn't mind this time. It satisfied the wolf in me. He ripped a piece off, then moved a short distance away. He ate slowly, unsure of his place, keeping his eyes on me, making sure he had my approval. He came back in for a bigger chunk. The only one not at the elk at this point was Sheep. He finally crawled close to Lone Wolf, sure that the huge wolf wouldn't attack him. He was wrong. Lone Wolf started with just a growl that made Sheep pause. Sheep crawled forward a bit more. When Lone Wolf growled this time Sheep growled back.

My mother's crying visage is the last thing I see as my wolf collapses, unable to support her body on her frail legs. Hey my lovelies, Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Nesta finally has her wolf and she is pregnant! I bet you guys thought I would be cruel and not actually give our dear Nesta her wolf, but I'm not that cruel ;) The next chapter will be exciting. Wanna know why? We will finally meet our male lead! And their journey will truly begin. Also this is the first time I am attempting to write in first person point of view, so please bear with me while I learn and hone my skills.

Chapter 1: The Alpha's Possession** Her bare feet padded across the hard ground as she ran with all her might. The leaves in the vast forest hindered her sight, but she pushed them aside, desperate to escape. Her eyes were red and swollen, her cheeks puffy from crying nonstop for what felt like an eternity. "Thief! Catch that thief!" she heard the head guard shout behind her, and the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, all heading in her direction.

Its presence beneath my mattress was both a comfort and a burden, a secret pressing against my conscience. I reached down and pulled it out, my fingers running over its worn leather cover. My heart pounded with anticipation. What are you hiding? As I flipped it open, the first page was ordinary enough—faded ink in a language I didn’t recognize. But the moment my fingertips brushed against the words, a strange warmth spread through my skin. The ink began to glow faintly. A whisper curled through my mind, soft but urgent. "It’s time." My wolf. Before I could process what that meant, a sharp knock at the door made me jolt.

Richard POV The naked velvety skin in front of me. The smooth plane of hairless tummy and that scanty sprinkle of hair where flesh disappeared into thin lace. The full, firm barely covered breasts, jiggling about as the girl fought to cover herself. All of these confirmed that this she-wolf had an agenda. Clearly, I was not her target. She was expecting some other wolf? Who? Footsteps sounded from down the hall. "Go in there and put your clothes back on," I barked.

For the first time, I felt like I was truly becoming myself again,returning to my element. A cool, comforting breeze brushed against my skin, now covered in white fur. My wolf wasn’t large, but she was agile, supple. I took a few hesitant steps, testing muscles I thought had been dormant forever. When I tripped over a root that seemed to sprout out of nowhere, I collapsed to the ground. Gentle hands lifted me, and a soft laugh urged me to slow down, to take in this new world before throwing myself blindly into it. “Why do I feel like I’m dealing with a wolf pup experiencing their first shift…”

I've rushed into a game where I'm a beginner already now, I'm paying the price. I wipe my cheeks, seeing that I have started to cry and look for clothes. However, I only find his clothes, since, we are in his castle. Her smell everywhere tells me so. Taking her underwear and a shirt that serves me as a dress. I leave her room, but, as soon as I see my appearance, I am ashamed of the marks on my body and with no other way out, I transform into a wolf so that, with my fur, the marks are not noticeable.

His lips moved swiftly, savoring my lips before tugging at the corner of my mouth, seeking an entrance inside. His hands tore away the remnants of my gown, discarding it with a careless flick. His half-lidded eyes locked on mine as he whispered, “It will hurt a little, so hold me tight, baby. I promise to be gentle.” Why was my wolf going crazy? It was the first time she had reacted to someone because she was mostly nonchalant about the surroundings and others.

I opened the first page and read aloud: “Before a wolf is granted a title—before it is called Alpha or Beta, or even Omega—it must first wrestle with itself. Strength is not only in the body but also in the restraint of the heart. To bear the fire within without letting it consume you… that is the first test of any wolf.” The sensation I’d felt earlier tripled as I finished reading the first page. This time the pain was more dominant than any other emotion. It gripped me suddenly, causing me to groan before I could stop it. The book in my hands felt like an anchor, but no matter how tightly I clutched it, the pressure did nothing to steady me. A strange throb had started in my chest, faint a

Then he opened the first book and turned it so the spine would stay flat, “We’ll go slow. You don’t need to know every word. You only need the ones that matter.” My wolf lifted her head, alert. “Finally. Let him tell us the part that nobody wants to talk about.” Nolan’s finger slid along a heading, steady, unhurried. “Wolves of Silver Aspect.” My stomach clenched even though I knew it was coming. “Read,” I said, my voice small. I hated that it sounded like that. He pretended not to hear the wobble.