Werewolf Romance Book Novels & Stories

CEO's Mistress - A CEO Romance (Completed) Slave to the Alpha - A Werewolf Slave Romance (Completed) Mark of the Alpha King - A Werewolf Rebirth+Revenge Romance (Completed) Alpha's Claimed Mate - A Werewolf Romance (Completed) Mated to the Rogue Lycan - A Dark Werewolf Romance (Completed) Forced Marriage to the Secret Billionaire - A Billionaire Romance (Completed) Series: (Wolfverse Series) Book 1: Omega for the Alpha King Book 2: Forbidden for the Alpha King Book 3: Mated to the Enemy Alpha King (Coming Soon) Book 4: Name to be decided (Coming Soon) Have a Nice Day Lovelies! Love you ❤️ ~S.Y

If you’re like me, there’s nothing else you love more than ignoring all your adult responsibilities and reading trashy werewolf romances, like this one, “Torn Between Two Alphas: A Werewolf Romance Tragedy”. That’s why I almost missed the red “Join Call” button when it blinked at me, because I was too busy watching the Alpha on page thirty-three slam his hand into a tree and declare You’re mine. I barked out a laugh mid-chew and nearly lost a Dorito crumb up my nose, trying not to die of cringe as I swiped to the next page on my screen.

she whispers persuasively, ready for the whole of me. Her words ignite something primal within me. I press my lips to hers, my eyes gleaming red. I release my werewolf form, but I don’t completely shift into a wolf. My wolf teeth elongate, hair sprouts across my face, and claws emerge from my hands as Kris takes over, eager to claim his mate fully. Finally, we give in. I grunt, driving harder and faster into her as she moans loudly in pleasure and pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. But we only go faster, reveling in the euphoria of our fulfilled desire. She touches me, but I grip her hand, pinning it above her head as Kris grunts in pleasure, savoring the moment. Wolves crave two things:

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.

I need to know more about them, about their lives, and what it's like to be a we're. “What are we watching?” I whisper to Jacob, hoping he can hear me. A smirk grows on his face, "no use in whispering, baby. We can all hear you easily. We're watching Elwi. It's about a woman who escapes prison to find her son." I nod as I pop some of the Sour Patch kids into my mouth, feeling my face twist at the sour flavors mixing on my tongue. An arm snakes around my shoulder, pulling me closer to Jacob. His arm is muscular. I feel so safe wrapped up in his body. You would think werewolves would be cold, but Jacob is damn warm.

“Well, speaking of sniffing, I heard you were using my perfume again. Since when did you start caring about romance?” “Fell in love, or what?” I teased. Mia rolled her eyes, pretending to be offended. “I’m not in love! I just found a book about werewolves in love — it’s so exciting and romantic! They went through so much and found their way back to each other. They could even heal each other! I wish I could do that someday.” These days, werewolf romance books are everywhere, painting breathtaking tales of unearthly love. But in reality, not everyone finds their true mate. Many marriages are out of convenience, or just happen to be with the wrong person.

She looked like a goddess, and she knew it. Lola, Jemma, and Alec were already down by the water, shrieking every time the waves caught their ankles. Thorne squealed, trying to leap from my arms to join the chaos. “Not yet, buddy,” I laughed, adjusting him on my hip. That’s when I saw him. Roman. Walking down the boardwalk in swim trunks, a beach bag over one shoulder, and his mate. A tall, beautiful werewolf named Tessa holding his hand. She handed him sunscreen to rub on her back, and he did it immediately, without complaint.

Also, I intend to work on my consistency of giving updates which I unfortunately lacked during this writing experience. You have been very patient, understanding, and kind to me, and for that, I am most grateful. Thank you Ms_kay for your lovely comments that usually encourage me to write the next chapter. Thank you Playing_with_fire, I almost stopped writing this book at a time but for your lovely comments. I have so many people to thank but the list will be endless, so I say Thank You All. I am rounding up another book with about 200 chapters. It is a werewolf and vampire romance, kind of enemies to lovers. If you are interested, you can find it here under the title “Mated To The King Of D

They knew that there would always be challenges ahead, but they were ready to face them, as long as they had each other. **Epilogue** Two years had passed since the virus had threatened to destroy the werewolf pack. Jenna and Roberto, now reunited, stood on the porch of their cozy cabin, watching their two children play in the yard. Their son, Lucas, was a rambunctious toddler, full of energy and curiosity, while their daughter, Aria, was a sweet and gentle soul, with a smile that could light up the darkest room. Jenna and Roberto had rebuilt their lives together, stronger and more in love than ever. They had faced their challenges head-on, and had come out victorious. The pack was thriving

So he sat there, well aware that he looked like an idiot, until Jackson turned back around. “The wolves here usually clean themselves as humans.” Wren couldn’t figure it out. No human ever referred to a wolf as human, even when their form was an almost identical copy to a humans. “Get in.” He’d braced himself for the cold. Braced himself, even though he could see the steam. Braced himself for a cruel trick. Then his paw touched the water and warmth, blessed warmth. Not the unbearable heat of the sun on a too-hot day at that market place. Not the stinging burn of a lit cigarette being pushed against him. A comforting, embracing warmth that surrounded him and comforted the sore bones, muscles,