Werecats Breed Novels & Stories

*She was banished to die. He saved her to possess her. Now three kings want to claim her… and the secret she carries could shatter kingdoms.* Elysia Belrose has spent her entire life as nothing—scentless, powerless, invisible. The night her mother dies, she drowns her grief in the arms of a brutal stranger who makes her feel wanted for one perfect moment… before shattering her: *“Don’t get the wrong idea. This didn’t mean anything.”* Two years later, she finally finds hope when Killian, the Alpha’s son, claims her as his mate. She tells herself she can earn his love. She’s wrong. When she discovers him in bed with the Alpha King’s daughter, her rejection provokes his rage. Beaten bloody and accused of seduction, Elysia is banished to the Wildlands for 100 days—a death sentence wrapped in mercy. But the man who saves her is the same stranger from that night. The one who broke her. Rhaegar Draven. The Alpha King. He doesn’t want her. He doesn’t believe in second chances. But when she begs for 99 days of protection, he agrees to one condition: she stays silent, obedient, and out of his way. Except Elysia is hiding something that pulses beneath her skin, growing stronger with each passing moon. A forbidden bloodline. A secret pregnancy. And a truth that makes her the most dangerous woman alive. Three men are hunting her—one who wants to reclaim her, one who wants to breed her, and one who’s trying to convince himself he doesn’t want to burn the world down to keep her. But Rhaegar’s wolf knows what he refuses to admit: she’s his. His mate. His queen. His salvation and his ruin. In 99 moons, everything will change.

My fated mate rejected me, but Roman Blackwood the bad boy alpha rejected his fated mate for me. "You're mine Mirabelle." A jolting pleasure skidded down my spine as his deep rough voice sounded beside my ear along with his searing breath that set my skin ablaze.  My breath was heavy, my senses incredibly heightened, I was cornered against the wall staring into the deepest grey eyes. I could smell him, feel him, my heart was racing and my wolf was responding. Jitters of heat trailed my skin, I could feel them deep in my veins knotting down in my stomach. The red moon had passed, and the heat was rising among the clan, it was the season to breed, and my body was extremely sensitive especially in the presence of this werewolf. "You can't run from it, you can't deny it, you're mine." His rough fingers grazed my face and I shuddered shutting my eyes to hide the turmoil of emotions within. "I'm not your mate Rome." My wolf made a protest within. I wasn't his mate, but my heart body and soul wanted him! His arms lowered down, I could feel them wound around my waist aggressively pulling me towards him. 'Please don't do this...' I wanted to plead, 'I can't hold back!' "Look at me fawn" My heartbeat skipped, his intoxicating scent drew me in with an undeniably captivating allure, I couldn't look away, nor could I deny the strong emotions binding me to him. I was his...how could I keep denying that? "I told you last time, deny me again and I'll let the whole world know that you're mine." But even though my body ached for him... I'd have to turn away, for Roman Blackwood was the only man I couldn't have.

Ever since her 18th birthday, Mona Lisa hasn’t been the same. What began as innocent curiosity with her college friends—experimenting with vibrators and watching forbidden taboo videos—had awakened something feral inside her. Scenes of powerful alphas claiming their own bloodline only fueled the fire. Now she craved c*ck with a hunger no toy could satisfy. Her wolf was awake, and it was shameless. Every time her strict, commanding Alpha stepfather spoke, her body betrayed her completely. The deep rumble of his voice sent slick heat flooding between her thighs. Her nipples hardened instantly. Her breath hitched, and instead of answering like a proper daughter of the pack, soft, needy whimpers escaped her lips. Her wolf whined inside her chest, tail tucked, begging to submit. She was consumed by one dark fantasy: becoming his secret, messy little breeding doll. She imagined him pinning her down and filling her womb with thick, potent Alpha seed while he growled “Mine” against her neck, marking her permanently. He was her stepfather. The Alpha of their pack. Her mother’s mate. Yet the fated bond thrummed between them, growing stronger with every full moon. Her scent had changed; the entire pack could smell her desperate, fertile need whenever he was near. Mona Lisa knew she faced an impossible choice: surrender to the overwhelming pleasure and let her Alpha stepfather ruin her—body, soul, and wolf—or fight the bond and slowly go mad. Either path would shatter the pack and burn her family. But when his golden eyes locked on hers, her pussy clenched and dripped with raw need. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could stop herself from dropping to her knees, baring her neck, and begging her stepdaddy to knot and breed her like the filthy little omega she truly was.