Werewolf X Reader Mating Season Novels & Stories

“I know enough to see that it’s not real.” I frowned. “Who gives you the right to tell me what’s real and what isn’t?” He hesitated, like he was weighing whether to tell me something. “You wouldn’t get it,” he muttered. “Try me.” He let out a long sigh. “You and Shawn...you’re not destined. You’re not mates.” I blinked. “Mates? What does that mean?” He looked away, jaw clenched. “It means you’re a wolf. And nothing you do, no human boy you cling to, is going to change that.”

How their wolves are on high alert, ready to eliminate any threat to their mate. We're halfway to Luciano's truck when Tyler Morrison—a junior alpha with more ego than sense—steps into our path. "Hey, Amaya," he says with a grin that shows too many teeth. "You look like you could use some help. I could—" The growl that erupts from all three of them simultaneously makes Tyler stumble backward. It's not human. It's not even close to human. It's pure alpha dominance, a warning that rattles through the air like thunder.

Unbeknownst to Kyle, it was just a temporary rule to seal his fate and someone else's. Drew Chen. The muscular, tall and handsome jet black haired and green eyed Werewolf and Witch. Drew smiled and walked towards his cousin Kyle. "It's been long since we saw each other. Why that look?" Drew said pouting his lips. "I know why you are here. What method do you guys want to use now to force me into getting married?" Kyle asked with a deadpan expression.

All the women gasped and Deborah her face went pale, “You should not say such things! One cannot say no to Noah Grey.” Fenna scraped her throat, “Well technically she could. It is werewolf law that at the mating ceremony which takes place a month after the hunt, both parties can deny the mate bond.” Deborah growled, “You and I both know it doesn’t work that way in real life Fenna!” Another woman quickly avoided an argument by saying, “But why would you want to deny Noah Grey? I mean he is so handsome. I would not mind laying my hands on those abs.”

“Oh yes, the sprites love the wolves, and the wolves love them too. It would seem strange, but it works. As long as we don’t let our wolves lick them if we don't plan to take them as a mate.” “Lick them?” I ask. “He could lick me.” “I bet it would feel…delicious.” I frown, her voice sounds like she’s enraptured, shivering in excitement. I look at Xander. “It’s how they mate. When we lick them, they consider themselves mated.” “Can you see them?” I ask him. “Yes, but I know what to look for.” He looks down at me. “If you want to meet them, I’ll call them out.”

he paused again to pick up the book on the table. "Well," I pressed on. "In page 456 it says that when two werewolves meet and become mates and they do mate, it causes a stronger bond and connection between them. And this bond is strong enough to subdue anything, be a curse or spell," he explained and my eyes widened in realisation. Mating with Jade or Jude was the best way to subdue the symptoms of my curse. "So in conclusion, you have to have sex. That should not be a problem," Dorcas smiled at me weirdly.

I yelled out as he ripped the blanket off of me. “I have waited thirty-two years for you, you will not make me give you up!” He screamed as his eyes started flickering from brown to black. “I will…” Suddenly he started struggling to speak before his eyes went completely black. “Hello mate,” He said, only it wasn't his voice, it was deeper and dare I say more sensual. “I’m Hunter, Damien’s wolf,” “Hello,” My eyes went wide as I sat up. “Don’t be afraid mate, Damien is okay, you will be okay too. I love you mate,” He crawled onto the bed bowing his head, sitting in front of me, and crossing his legs.

CHAPTER ONE ‘My Mate!’ Ava Point Of View I could feel it in the air as I walked down the forest. The moonlight shone brightly through the branches above me, casting a soft everglow over my unique features. My bare feet trampled on the wet grasses beneath my feet. It was finally mating season. The time when mated werewolves fulfilled each other’s desires. The time when we usually gave into our deepest pleasures. I could hear the howls and screams of pleasure all around. I could also feel my wolf yearning for the same thing too. My wolf was crying out for her mate.

Her small pussy accommodates my mammoth, stretching in ways that defy logic, but it seems to be an instinctual connection between mates. I bury myself deep within her as she reaches climax, her moans mingling with mine in the air. The intense warmth and wetness engulf me as I release, coating her insides. A thought flickers in my mind - is my wolf trying to impregnate her? Despite the pleasure, I know she won’t suddenly change; she’ll remain as stubborn as ever. Breathless, she asks, “Xavier, did you knot me?” I simply nod, the scent of our passion lingering in the room.