The Wolves Bar Los Angeles Novels & Stories

They are still doubting about coming to the bar but I am really serious about it. “Yes, of course and we deserve this. Our lives sometimes need a break. Let's not just focus on work. We deserve to enjoy it.” My friends just shook their heads from what I have said. We keep going until we are finally inside the bar. As we entered the bar, I suddenly felt a cringe feeling upon seeing the number of wolves inside. There are a lot of male wolves while females are just few. A part of me wanted to go home but then another part of me convinced me that there's no turning back. I took a deep breath and continued walking until we were finally inside the bar.

Leenie beanie” I'm not okay but I say smoothly yeah I'm fine just had a beer with dad I think I need to go lye down for a moment looking over at Gaia mom says “ come here girls lena is not feeling well could you all keep her company until dinner is ready monaye starts whining “ ugh mom I hungry now can I have a small bite before I have to tend to the golden child” I yell out “ hey I'm not the golden child it's always the last child mom would never let me eat before dinner and look at her practically feeding you !” mom looks up guilty as charged cupping monaye’s face giving her a big kiss on the forehead monaye squirms “ mom stop they are going to talk about this forever “ we head to Gaia an

Dad asked and the doctor nodded affirmatively. 'We can't have them treated here though, the threat is yet to be ridden of. We could be attacked at any moment.' "Yes Alpha. They are strong enough to travel." With dad's decree, everyone began to prepare for our return back home. The fight had occurred in the midst of nowhere. As rogues, it is quite commendable that they had all met and formed such a tenacious group. We have heard stories of how they attacked some weaker packs these past months, they raided their homes for food, money, and jewelries. The humans called them terrorists or bandits but the wolves knew better. These inhumane beings didn't just go around stealing food and property, t

My wolf still recognized Alexander as her mate, still yearned for his wolf Alex, despite everything. I stubbed out the cigarette against a nearby stone. "I need a drink. A real one." Ruby helped me to my feet, steadying me when I swayed slightly. "Where do you want to go?" "Silver Moon Bar," I decided. "It's far enough from pack territory that no one will recognize me." The Silver Moon Bar was dimly lit and half-empty when we arrived. I made my way to a corner booth, ignoring the curious glances from the few patrons—mostly humans with a few lone wolves scattered about.

People were making out in corners, and the bar itself was hopping, the bartender rushing back and forth, prepping drinks—it was every bit the chaotic scene of a club. Following Gracie’s lead, we headed straight to the bar, wedging our way between patrons. She ordered two shots of pixie dust tequila—the only thing that could intoxicate wolves—before I could protest. “Drink up,” she insisted, pressing a glass into my hand. “We’re getting wasted tonight.”

"Not this, but the female wolves who are inside or you can take humans too as long as you don't hurt them." I let out a deep breath and then followed him as I endured the pain in the middle of my thighs. The headache is gone but now I am left with a hot body temperature and pain below my stomach, I guess if I found a high-class whore who is to my liking maybe I would be cured of this temporary sickness. "Good evening gentlemen!" The guards greeted us the moment we stepped inside. The bar looks elegant despite the loud music and the noisy chatter of people and wolves inside. Few shot us a glance most especially the women who drink from the table beside the one that Randy has chosen.

She glanced around again, seeing the hostile glares as the wolves stared at Dell. "I tried to take his drink off him, I probably shouldn't have served him in the first place," May said, a little sheepishly, he had already been roaring drunk when he had stumbled into the bar. "He started cursing and shouting about how he wasn't done with it. A few of the wolves tried to come to my rescue, thinking he was trying to cause trouble, next thing you know we were all locked down and he starts raving about his Alpha rejecting him, I kinda felt bad for him, until I remembered I couldn't move. He's powerful, even when he is rotten drunk" she said.

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

Business had gone way down, and most of the staff had quit—Shiloh included. I popped my head out from behind the curtain, jaw on the floor. “You what? Shiloh!” She shrugged. “What? I’m not working for a place that treats anyone, especially my bestie, like that. Raul can suck a dick—” She sucked in a breath. “Wait. Is he a wolf?!” I ducked back in the shower before I could get shampoo in my eyes. “Yup. It’s a wolf-run bar. Mostly, the clientele are pack wolves.”

I’m dragging you if I have to. I smiled despite myself. Fangs was a werewolf-owned bar tucked in the city’s business district—a place where wolves in expensive suits hashed out deals over top-shelf whiskey and old rock playlists. Not exactly wild party vibes, but it was a safe space. Mostly. “Hey,” I said, turning to Jamie, “feel like celebrating surviving day one?” She tilted her head, considering. “Depends. Are we talking overpriced wine and sad mozzarella sticks?” “Werewolf bar,” I said. “Good beer. Great burgers. Minor risk of getting challenged to a howling contest.”