Werewolf Rut Novels & Stories

Ruts and heats usually hit every six months or so, not every full moon. “I’ve only had my wolf for two years, Nyra. And yeah, I’ve controlled myself. I’m stronger than I look. But if you ever give me the chance…” He leaned in close, nibbling on my earlobe. My eyes rolled back at the sensation. “…I’d devour you so completely you’d never stop craving me.” I let out a nervous little laugh. “I’ll… I’ll look forward to that day, actually.” He pulled back and stared deeply into my eyes. I nodded, letting him know I meant every word.

“Anna, the breeding is the least of your issues. For the past hundreds of years, even though it has been painful for him because he was mateless, the Lycan managed to get through his rut month after month. And surprisingly, when he found you, he searched for a way to suppress his rut from manifesting. But whatever he did will last only until the end of this week.” Kaelen held my hand tighter. “Annatoria, you are human, not a wolf. You won’t be able to survive the Lycan's rut. It won’t stop until it pumps every drop out of the Lycan.” “So…” My tilted head tilted further. “It’s like rough sex?” “It won’t be gentle. At all.”

"Your scent is driving me absolutely insane." "What's wrong?" my voice sounded foreign and slurred. The sedatives must be on the way out of my system. "Rut," he breathed out frustrated and I watched him curl up until his knees touched his forehead. "I knew it would be happening soon, but your bite must've triggered it. I woke up like this." His body shook and gentle sobbing followed. "I'm fucking going insane over here. Mordecai you need to leave." "Why?" I could barely form much a thought. I didn't even know male wolves had ruts anymore. I thought we evolved out of this a long time ago when our numbers skyrocketed.

"Yes, according to my study of your pheromones, you have been in an extreme rut situation." "An extreme rut situation? What is that?" "Well, this doesn't happen often, but it isn't unlikely either. When a wolf uses suppressants to stop the symptoms of their rut or heat, it often works, but that also leads to side effects." Side effects? "The suppressants are to suppress the rut for as long as possible, but it does not vanquish it. Your craving still remains; it just gets pushed away for a while. You can say, it is numb for a while."

Even though, deep down, she knew it was practically impossible. Healing a rut in two days? It was unheard of. Ruts lasted for several days at minimum… sometimes a week or more. And that was with a mate present, with someone to ground the lycan, to satisfy the need that drove them to madness. Without a mate, a rut could stretch on for months. The lycan would pace and rage and tear at itself, trapped in a cycle it couldn't break free from. And Damon wasn't just any wolf. He was a full lycan. Which meant his rut would be worse. Deeper. More consuming.

“And now I will explain the True Alpha long standing erection situation…” My head snaps in her direction. “You see, it happens to me too, even though my Mates have yet to be born. There will be a number of us and being around you three… your pheromones are so like his will be. He is your first son, afterall. My body reacts. I strap it to myself and wear puffy skirts. I won’t talk about the things I do to make it go down, but it takes a long time. When your mates go into heat you go into rutt. As a True Alpha, you have a pre-rut, and since you mated, your body recognizes your mates and is preparing. My body does it being around werewolves, especially those of his bloodline and acts as if I am

He started laughing at the wolf who was staring at him. “Turn,” Raphael said. The animal shook his head. Raphael pulled out a wooden stake and held out some leaves. He threw some silvery content at the wolf and it shrunk away. “Lolita,” Raphael said. The wolf’s body physically drooped, as if admitting defeat. I thought it was weird that he was talking to a wild animal and it was listening to him. Then I remembered the wolf at the mayors. Did the people of Arthforde keep wolves as pets?

With how fiercely he had kissed me just now, going after him would be signing my own death sentence. I may still be a virgin at twenty six but I wasn’t ignorant of the things that happened between male and female wolves. I felt my face heat up. With the size of the length he’d thrust in between my thighs, I probably wouldn’t be able to walk for a week if I went to find him now. A question kept bothering me though. Would he really be fine? The unmated male wolves at my former pack were always isolated during their ruts because it made them more territorial and aggressive. Even the calmest beta wolf usually showed signs of aggression during his rut.

"I tried to fight it‚ Liαnα. I reαlly did. But when I cαme bαck thαt yeαr... I wαs in rut." "Whαt's rut?" I αsked. He rubbed the bαck of his neck. "It's... α biologicαl phαse mαle werewolves go through. It’s intense. It comes with α strong urge to mαte. It’s like our bodies go into overdrive. Every instinct is focused on our mαte. We feel this constαnt pressure‚ this need to touch‚ to tαke‚ to clαim. It’s pαinful to resist‚ especiαlly when our mαte is neαr."

"No, Del, you know what you're going to do is very wrong." "Delaphine," Junior again called her. "I'm coming, give me a sec," Delaphine told him. "You don't have to come, Delaphine," said to me. "Werewolves can kill you," I tried to talk her out of going. "Werewolves don't normally come out during the day time there mostly out during the night," she told me. Werewolves truly did mostly come out at night to hunt us. During the daytime, it seems they rested saving their energy for the night.