Novel & Cerita Werewolf Holding Woman

Ridge said, holding his hand out. The tiger was jumping around and growling, snapping at everyone, as was Tyson … and another wolf that I thought might be Ash but I wasn’t sure. There was a brawl beginning. It was a complete fucking fiasco. A she-wolf in heat just before a full moon? The unmated males wouldn’t be able to hold back. Their wolves would demand to take her, fated mate or not. Suddenly a woman with long dark hair appeared, she looked like a Goddess. She was a witch! A glowing cage was instantly put around Beth and everyone was forced to back up. The male wolves all howled out in anger.

She pleaded, "Please, do anything to me, but spare my daughter!" "Don't worry. We'll take care of you after we're done with your daughter." The man sneered as he groped the woman, who closed her eyes and bit her lip as tears of shame streamed down her face. "Stop!" I bellowed. Both men froze and turned to look at me. "Boss, she's a werewolf. She wants to see you," the robber I had captured informed. The so-called 'boss' slowly rose from his assault on the girl and sized me up, his gaze calculating. Then, he pressed his knife tighter against the girl's throat.

"Hm, perhaps," the woman said, taking the bolt in her gloved hand and examining it. "This might have earned you a stay of execution, nothing else. Do not fail me again." *** "NO! Stop! Please, stop!" the naked girl screamed at the top of her lungs as she wriggled in vain against her captor. The werewolf had its claws pinning each of her wrists down to the point that they were slightly sunken into the soil of the forest clearing they were in. It'd already forced itself between her bare, milky white thighs and was rubbing its extremely large, hard member against the wisps of blonde curls covering her mound. Her body betrayed her as she felt herself slicken in response to the sexual stimulus. I

It was big dark brown, unusual in its average size, and was emitting a strong aura even though it was wounded deeply. When he got closer, the werewolf shifted into a beautiful woman slowly and weakly. He was too stunned to say anything to see an unfamiliar face. Guilt gripped his heart tightly. It was tolerable for him until he saw the crown on the woman's head. She was crying and weeping bitterly, holding her stomach and telling something to her unborn child continuously..

For now, she’d have to be the werewolf’s assistant. The End!

Also, the both of them were at fault; they didn't see each other. “It's fine. There is no need to go to the hospital.” Scarlett gave her a small smile of reassurance as she placed her hand on her belly. “Really?” The woman looked up at Scarlett and went still as she blinked once, then twice. Familiarity flashed in the women's eyes. Scarlett cocked her head to the side as she smelled something she never thought she would for as long as she would remain in the human world; the scent of a werewolf. This woman was a werewolf.

The sight that met her eyes made the air vanish from her lungs. It was a massacre in motion. In the center of the clearing, four massive wolves were locked in a savage, swirling dance of violence. They weren't fighting like animals; they fought with a terrifying, calculated precision. Snarls ripped through the air, wet and guttural. One wolf, a lean, grey beast with a notched ear, lunged for the throat of a smaller tan wolf. But before he could make contact, a blur of midnight black intercepted him. It was the wolf from the road. Zayden.

I couldn't smell her scent, but judging by the shape and color of her eyes and the rage and anger swimming in them, I could tell it was a woman, who was none other than Adelaide Foster, my failed mission, the girl I had planned on killing tonight. Before I could even react, a bomb exploded on my side, silver dust coating Zarek's fur. He growled immediately giving me back control, and I shifted back into my human form to try and remove the dust. I was busy trying to dust myself that I didn't notice my mate had taken out a dagger ready to stab me until one of my wolves slammed into her, causing her to hit her back hard against the tree trunk. "Mine!" I found myself growling. My legs instinctiv

The other woman asked me, and all I can do is hold on tight to my phone and scratch my head. Well, honestly, I don't exactly know what to do. Can't you just take me to your campsite or whatever they call that? "Okay, men! Bring her to the camp." The woman ordered as she transformed into her regular wolf form. Finally! "Don't dare ever touch me!" I yelled at the two men trying to hold both my hands. It's just to show that I am unwilling to be captured. "Ow!" The man who holds my left wrist yelped as I kicked him in his private area. Sorry, my combat boots.

She had to be somewhere close by. My ears perked up at the sound of a woman's scream. The voice was unmistakably Rhea's. Realizing this, I took off, following the sound of her scream. I arrived just in time to see Rhea pinned under the weight of a werewolf who had his jaws closing around her wrist.