Web Mature Novels & Stories

Alessandro shook his head. "How does it then?" Matt raised a brow. "You're being intentionally stubborn." "Am I?" Alessandro, the first snorted. "I have no intention of mating with her, and you know the reason I got the artifact—the dying pack members. The disease won't stop if I don't do what is right." "And the right thing is war?" Matt questioned. "While growing up, I've heard you say many absurd things, but this is the height of it all."

“Not only are you going to be throwing away a potentially wonderful relationship, you’d be putting your own grades in jeopardy! Reject him and you can kiss graduating as valedictorian goodbye.” Shit. I hadn't even thought about that. Now that the seniors are mated, we have to take and pass a compulsory class known as Mate 101, created to help us adjust to our mates, and control the hormones and impulses. Think of it like a Sex Education class, but for werewolves. Plus, It’d be worse for me to go back to my pack mateless than it would be to go back with a somewhat useless mate. Both of which are better than going back with a flopped degree.

"I understand but I'm going to be really happy for the two of you if you two get engage together. I am really rooting for both of you. Congratulations on being a Lady now, Zaitelle Axis!" That phrase alone shook my entire being. I was happy that she wants me to be her son's partner in the future but as I grew up with a mature mentality, I don't quite sure now what to do. I'm torn in between.

Across from them, Delphine, said in her calm melodic voice, “Jake is not exaggerating. The board has been searching for a face that is… timeless, but new. Strong, but feminine. When they saw Aurelia’s portfolio, the decision was immediate.” Heat touched Aurelia’s cheeks, and she sank back against the butter-soft leather. “That’s… a lot of pressure.” Delphine’s lips curved faintly. “Pressure builds diamonds, mademoiselle. And Coco knows diamonds.” Jake tapped Aurelia’s knee playfully. “See? Even Delphine agrees. Now stop frowning. This is the beginning of the rest of your life.”

- Damien Ada politely waited while the two men were obviously mind-linking. She allowed herself one more glance at her moon-chosen mate, wondering how much longer the concoction would work. The witch was a half-insane woman with no straight facts in her speech. Damien focused on her and said almost smirking, “I agree to the terms. One more thing though. Let’s call it, Mates with benefits.” Even Arsen looked at him like he was losing it. Ada’s eyebrows went very slightly up before resuming their natural place.

“And I know deep down you deserve a man with the light shining bright in his fucking eyes. I’m not going to say his name, because we both know who deserves you, but I can’t let him have you. You’re mine, Maya. I’m not going anywhere. That house is the start. I won’t let you go. You belong to me, and I’m not giving you up, not for anyone or anything.” She stared at him a little taken aback. All this time, she had thought it was because he didn’t like the way she looked. “I don’t believe you,” she said. Wolves didn’t care about age. They turned at eighteen so any mates would always be legal. Finding their soulmate came in the transition. No one turned before that time. Age didn’t matter. They

I made sure to place major emphasis on the word mate and from their bulging eyes, they got the message loud and clear. "Your-your! Heck whatever! And who are you supposed to be?" Macy tried to regain her composure. "I AM THE BETA OF BLACK AND PACK AND ARABELLE IS THE BETA FEMALE OF BLACK PACK!!!" Her gulp was enough for me to know that my loud voice shook her. Obviously not a Beta command kinda fear—it wouldn't work cause she's of alpha blood—but a 'I won't hesitate to hurt you if you don't back down' kinda fear. "Well whatever! I even have a bone to pick with this whore of a Luna!" Macy spat. Does she have a death wish? Rodrick's growl was loud enough to shake the ground.

I said. “You just have to relax,” Terrence retorted. “I'll accompany you. You don't have to worry.” “I'm not worried, I'm just curious how that harvester monster appeared and we had to make it die in one stab,” I explained. Terrence chuckled lightly then rolled his arms over my stomach. He recounted that the harvester monster appeared because he inhaled the scent of each werewolf's mature body. At first I was curious about what a mature werewolf meant. But in the end I understood that what was meant by a mature werewolf was a werewolf who had never mated or knotted.