Vintage Story Wolf Pup Novels & Stories

All of this pack wealth is completely unbelievable, especially being down here alone with him like this. I bend over, peeking through the glass to see the Benz lined with light-tan leather and gorgeous wood grain accents. "I told your twin alpha this earlier, but my pack father was totally obsessed with restoring old machines. We used to go to the vintage pack shows every single weekend. It was a great time for my pup wolf." "Your throat said was," Ivanov notes, his voice shifting. "Yeah. His wolf passed away four winters ago," I explain, checking out the sleek lines of the Aston Martin he is modeling for my eyes with his huge arms crossed over his chest.

Then, with a spark of mischief, he said, “A real wolf.” Wolf chuckled low, the sound rumbling through me. Santa laughed too, promising to see what he could do. Christmas morning, the tree glittered in the clubhouse, lights reflecting off ornaments the boys had hung themselves. Koda tore into his gift, squealing when the box shifted and a tiny husky pup tumbled out, all blue eyes and clumsy paws. “A wolf!” Koda shouted, hugging the puppy tight. Jace knelt beside him, already teaching him how to hold it gently. Wolf crouched down, pride shining in his eyes, and I swear in that moment, the world was perfect.

“Mr. Alpha! Sir!” Turning, I smiled as a young pup raced over to me. His mother was chasing after her, admonishing him as he ran straight for me. I hadn’t seen them, but it looked like they had their own car and packed up their things. The young pup was clutching a small stuffed wolf to his chest. Squatting down, I put my hand up to stop one of the warrior from intercepting him. He breathed heavily as he got to me. He was maybe seven or eight.

He was only eight. They had brought in a she-wolf from the Ashfall Pack. Her mate had been killed during the skirmish, and she had refused to give up the names of her scouts. She had a pup—barely old enough to walk. When she still would not speak after three days of torture, they brought the pup into the throne room. Kade had been hiding behind one of the tall stone columns, as he often did when he finished his lessons early. He had found ways into places where children were not allowed. His mother did not know. No one did.

Asher said, as Annatoria grabbed the little creature again, her eyes widening in surprise. Annatoria's heart skipped a beat as she gently cradled the tiny wolf pup in her hands. Its fur was soft, and its dark eyes stared up at her with an innocent curiosity. She could feel her heart swelling in a way she hadn’t expected. “Oh my days!" Annatoria gasped, her voice filled with disbelief and wonder. "You actually got me a wolf pup?" Asher chuckled softly, watching her reaction fondly. "I know how much you love wolves, Annatoria. Figured this would be a good way to remind you that you're never alone."

Most wolves did not shift until they were older, between fourteen and sixteen but Meredith shifted on her twelfth birthday and their world had fallen apart. Her Father could not have been more wrong, Meredith was his daughter and his Alpha blood ran through her veins, her wolf colour was a throwback to the Ancient ones, occasionally an Alpha was destined to produce a pup that honoured this legend. Her Father did not know that story because he had not bothered to learn it at school, he was far too busy getting laid as during that time every female he met wanted to have sex with him. It was only when his Grandfather had taken him to one side and explained the females only slept with him becaus

haven’t even seen his eyes change. I feel the command take over me. I respond, “ I claimed her as a newborn, “Dad shakes his head. “Why wasn’t I informed? Why did you hide this from me? How could I not notice all these years? “ his gaze falls onto Mom. “ some mate you are he scoffs. You would have our daughter lie to me and hide the truth. It bothers me that you didn't share that moment with me. It’s typical of you to be so selfish. Why did I even marry you? “ He snarls at Mom, getting ready to strike her. I shift, but I don’t feel any pain. It was on instinct I jumped in front of Mom, taking the strike from Dad's hand. I’m thrown back, hitting the wall. I began to cry. My wolf was bleeding

He and I were sitting on the visitor's chair facing each other with the files heaped all around us. I felt bad for a millisecond then shook it off because despite his efforts to connect me with one of these ‘eligible wolves’ they just weren’t doing anything for me. My mate had to be out there. Wasn’t he? I was a normal, healthy wolf from a strong bloodline. Even though my mother was human, I’d been born with my powers and I’d developed the way every other wolf pup had, reaching my milestones at the proper age. Except for that of a mate.