Werewolf X Reader Mating Season Novels & Stories

Title: The Alpha King Rejected Queen BLURB: On the night of her marking/mating ceremony, Luna Rayne, the weakest omega in the Crescent Moon Pack, is publicly rejected by her destined mate—none other than the powerful and cold hearted Alpha wolf, Mateo, who discards her for a stronger she-wolf of the pack. Broken, humiliated, and exiled, Luna is left to die in the wilds, but a mysterious force saves her up and made stronger than usual. As fate would have it, she is not alone in the rejected world. Another Alpha wolf, Xavier Steele, a brooding rogue with a dangerous reputation—claims her as his second-chance mate, awakening dormant powers within her bloodline, and making her stronger than she

that could be their weapon, power to dominate. “That is what other werewolves believe,” he threw light on me when he said that, of course, like humans, we have different beliefs. But, for a werewolf to say this, for the creature who killed my mother to say this? “I don’t know what you’re getting at but I loathe your kind,” I calmly said. “Too fearless of you to say that.” He calmly stepped back. My eyes widened when he shifted into a werewolf, his eyes remained the same but he became huge and his fur is a mix of grey and silver which I haven’t seen before. Due to my instinct, even without weapons, I used my fighting stance in case he attacks.

"Female wolves should maintain their dignity. The elders are watching, and many packmates are present. Please don't continue this charade." She regarded me with seemingly sympathetic eyes that still managed to accuse me of embarrassing herself. I saw my father, Alexander, standing stiffly among the gathered wolves, his expression livid as he attempted to explain the situation to the pack elders. I took a deep breath, my wolf finally calm and resolved. "Today truly is my mating ceremony," I declared firmly. "My mate is on his way." I retrieved my communication crystal and contacted the first name listed.

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:

It was adorable and he wanted to draw her into a tight embrace and never let go of her. "Your heart is racing" she said from his chest. Her breath tickled him a little as she talked. "What?" He said "Your heart…it's beating really fast" she said and lifted up her head to look at him. He didn't know what to say to her. Werewolfs heartbeat was normally faster than regular humans and it was even strikingly faster when they were stressed or hungry and he was feeling particularly fast. "Well…I'm not used to having such a damsel lying on my chest. Of course my whole body is excited" he said and smiled at her. Kayla smiled back and lay back down on his chest.

The wolf had sniffed her out, followed her scent like a drug. Selene Hart. Not from the Hollow. But something ancient ran through her blood. And it called to him. Kael clenched his fists, eyes burning as he stared at the dark town below. He should stay away. But he wouldn’t. Not now that he’d found his mate.

With the book in her hands she sat down in one of the oversized red velvet armchairs nearby, she rested the book light in her lap. She opened to the first chapter titled ‘The Basics’. She began reading. “Werewolves, created by the Moon Goddess, are gifted one true mate in their lifetime. A soul chosen to match their own in every way, emotionally, physically, spiritually. This bond, known as the Mating Bond, is sacred, unbreakable, and irreversible.”

Pushing aside my thoughts, I stealthily approach my mate's house, going upstairs to retrieve her. As I ascend the stairs to her room, the connection between us strengthens with each step. The anticipation builds, and when I open the door, she's there, nestled by her ceiba. Holding her in my arms, an overwhelming sense of warmth and tranquility washes over me, almost prompting a pleasurable moan. Being both werewolf and warlock, the intensity of the mating bond amplifies these emotions.

Because Granny knew me so well, I didn't move quickly, so she immediately saw that something was different about me. "That's why I'm here to guide you," Jasper said, smiling at me. Yes, he always guides me, but heat surged down my veins and spine every time our bodies touched. When that happens, we have an intimate moment. I found out that werewolves have a mating season just like regular wolves. "Guide me and impregnate me," I spoke quietly. Jasper chuckled, then bit my earlobe a little and whispered. "Well, I can do it later. We can celebrate with just the two of us."

Drake growled. “I’m warning you,” I said, my voice dropping low. “You lay a finger on her, and you’ll have to deal with me. Not as your Alpha… but as her mate.” Drake rose from his seat fully now, chest out, eyes burning. “Then maybe we should settle this now.” My wolf stirred. He was close, closer than I wanted. I could feel his claws under my skin, begging to rip. “You want war?” I asked, stepping closer. “Then say it.”