Weakest Tamer Novel Novels & Stories

My left hand burned, the rejected bond twisting as the tattoo liquefied under my flesh. Tamara was terrified. But beneath the fear was something worse, submission. She was yielding to someone. I didn’t wait for Alex to speak. I lunged for the balcony, glass doors exploding as I shifted mid-air. The woods blurred past. The stench of Feral Outcasts thickened the air. Shifting back, I knelt, fingers digging into the soil. Why were they here? Then I smelled it. Cold leather. Expensive cologne. Ashborne. The Hunter had touched what was mine. Rage drowned out reason. I didn’t love her. I couldn’t. But she was mine to reject. Not his to take.

"I am not a mare to be broken to ride!" "Ah, but there are many similarities, wouldn't you say? You need a strong hand, Adrienne. A confident rider, one not dismayed by your strong will. You need a man who can handle your bucking and enjoy your run. I won't break you to ride. Nay. I will break you to the feel of my hand and mine alone. A mare broken to ride allows many riders, but a wild horse broken to the bit of one hand she loses none of her fire, yet permits none but her true master to mount her"

She tried to get away, but Dylan tackled her from behind like a mindless monster and stabbed her repeatedly in brutal bursts. “Please, Dylan! I was wrong! It was Sarah! She made me do it! “Argh!” Having lived under Dylan’s intimidating shadow, Tammy, a national boxing champion, met a pathetic end. It was ironic that the woman, who once stood strong, lost her spine to a man. Amid Tammy’s piercing screams, blood stained the fine rug. Ten minutes later, Tammy lay there motionless as Dobie drew closer. As if blind to it all, Dylan dropped to one side and murmured under his breath.

Javier's wings folded back into his body and he rubbed his fists together. I looked at Damian and she was glaring defiantly at Javier while Aaron stood next to her. She shouldn't have brought him here. Javier was a Vampire general and he would easily beat the best Werewolves on a normal day. "But I don't need a full moon to beat your ass." Damian clenched her fist. The third guard walked forward to help Javier, but I moved away from the wall and threw a kick up his jaw. He staggered backward and tried to make another move, but Aaron quickly intercepted him.

Leading the horse towards the other three brothers, Benedict said, "Understood, Brother. Have a safe journey. Message us if there is a problem along the way." "The problem is always beside me," Knoxx answered and threw his gaze in my direction. My nostrils flared. "Are you pertaining to me?" "You bet." Stepping on the saddle, he jumped and was now riding the horse, holding the reins, while brushing the horse's face. Werewolves had this innate ability to tame any animals, but the alpha's had the superior ability. "What are you waiting for? Don't just stand there. Come here." Knoxx offered his hand for me to grab.

CHAPTER ONE -WILHELMINA- The Alpha Games had been going on for approximately one week now, and today marked the final showdown. The competition had initially consisted of over a hundred highly skilled and experienced alpha werewolves. But as the days passed, that number steadily decreased until only three remained. Boris Gravemaw was an expected finalist, known for his incredible strength and clever tactics. However, I, Wilhelmina Growler, was a surprising addition, using a combination of intelligence and brute force to succeed. And finally, my older brother Weldon - a master strategist - completed the trio.

However, the pain was killing her as Denver’s words started to linger inside her head. “And stop acting like my wife when you are just a hopeless and pathetic wolf – trying to act like a Luna. I don’t know why I chose you in the first place. Having a fated mate like you – a weak and idiot wolf like you – isn’t the best decision that I made. Being an unbeatable and strong Alpha, I must have a Luna that is as strong as me to stay by my side.” Those lines were repeatedly playing in her mind until she unconsciously felt her legs wobble. She felt weak and finally fell into the dirty ground – which she totally ignored because her mind was gliding somewhere else.

“You’re turning twenty-one soon, sweetheart. You’ll get your wolf, and things will change naturally. You don’t need to fill your head with all that… nonsense about domination and power.” “It’s not nonsense,” I shot back, closing the book but keeping my finger between the pages. “Tera told me it helped her when she got her wolf. She said women like us — the ones everyone underestimates — usually get the strongest ones if we stop doubting ourselves. That’s why I’m reading it. I just… I don’t want to be weak anymore, Mum.” “You’re not weak,” she said quietly. “Then why does everyone treat me like I am?”

"We're not traitors, little omega. We are the future. The new order that will fix everything your Alpha broke." "Damon didn't break anything!" "Didn't he?" She crouched down beside me. "Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a strong pack. The strongest unrighteous pack in the world. Led by a True Alpha who made everyone tremble with fear. just at the sound of his name, alphas shake in fear…” She traced a finger along the chains. "Then one day, a pathetic little omega suddenly showed up. And suddenly, the great Alpha became a weak soft daddy.”

“You did nothing wrong, baby, but you’re in heat. That’s why you’re so hot. Just do what I asked, and I’ll explain everything to you when I get there.” She backed away and quickly began to walk back to the house. I saw a few warriors break off to follow her, which I quickly intercepted. “Stand down now!” They were fighting an internal battle: obey their Gamma or satisfy the need to mate? Xander, I need your help out here. Now. Taylor’s in heat and came to the training grounds. Now I’ve got about seventy horny wolves ready to pounce on her. Fuck. I’m on my way. Get her as far away from them as possible.