Wild Love Book Novels & Stories

I picked it up, glanced at the title, and almost burst out laughing despite everything. ‘How to Make a Man Submit.’ A real smile tugged at my lips for the first time in hours. Classic Kira. Even when she was pissed at me, she was plotting. She doesn’t need a damn book to make me submit. I will gladly get on my knees in front of her if she asks. I settled carefully onto the bed next to her, uncuffed her wrist with the key from my nightstand, and gathered her into my arms. She fit perfectly against my chest, warm and soft. I breathed her in deep…her scent, that mix of wildflowers and something uniquely her that always settled my wolf.

Tara knew enough about the Wild Wolf. If she could get in. The club lived up to its name. There was everything from gambling to a sex dungeon. She’d seen the women enter with their rich mates or lovers. They went there to get their rocks off. While the rabble, like Tara, worked themselves into an early grave. They didn’t get the luxury to be horny, only hungry.

“Yeah, I am! I really like it here. I feel safe, and all my loved ones are here. I love my life back home too… but maybe being between my own kind is better and safer for me and Morganite. Well… at least until I find my mate…” They both share a look, then smile back at me… What is that about? “Sounds perfect. I truly believe you were meant to find your way back to us and be here.” Mama Lil says to me in her gentle loving voice, placing her hand on top of mine. The rest of the day I spent with them. Mama Lil and I painted a bit, I read a romance novel about werewolves, I had no idea this even existed, and I found it intriguing. The novel was called “Don’t Let Go” by Summer Richards, and it wa

Xandar opened his eyes and tried not to make a sound as he looked up at Lucianne, who was holding her book in one hand. She was already halfway through it. He peeked at the cover, and realized that it was a book on the neuroscience behind wolf-behavior.

She understands that I do want to hear her story so she continues. “You have to understand that Noah is a Alpha. After some years he still didn’t found his mate. He looked for you so long, he almost lost control of his wolf. After feeling that he had to calm his wolf soon he found Scarlett, she had lost her mate in battle and she was open for making sure that Noah’s wolf would be tamed with some enjoyments.” I understand that Martha was referring to sex but that she was trying to tell me this story in the most gentle way. She looks if I’m still listening and then continues again with her story.

Aurora Wildheart stood in her third-floor guest room, her silver-blue eyes tracing the intricate patterns of the four-poster bed’s canopy, her thoughts a tempest of the missing women, and Vincent’s cryptic message: The shadows are restless. Stay safe. Her forbidden bond with the vampire liaison was a quiet anchor, yet the mystery of her past—lost before The Emerald Forest Pack took her in at seven—pressed heavier, whispering of secrets that could unravel her world.

"Ah, it's coming back to me. Have you ever read 'Village Wilderness'?" It was a story about a young woman's harrowing experience in the mountains, not the typical read for someone like Xoan. Nonetheless, he nodded, a surprising admission. "Yes, I've read it." "Really?" He explained, "A friend of mine wrote it. Asked me to give it a once-over, so I ended up reading the whole thing." "Remember any of it?"

As I stepped into my bedroom there was a light glow from the corner of the window seat. I edged my way over a little nervous. Only to see a book. A beautiful leather bound book. With a white wolf engraved in the cover. It was that giving off the glow. I picked it up and read the title. "Legends Of The White Wolves". My breath caught in my throat. I was frightened and nervous and not at all sure I wanted to know what was inside. I raced downstairs and launched myself into. "Lily's arms... '' What is it, my love?

“You did nothing wrong.” Her pulse refused to slow. The Northern Wolves. The book. She had taken it without understanding why, back when escape had been all instinct and terror. Taken it from Lucian’s study, heart racing as if it already knew it mattered. It told a history Wildbourne never taught. Wolves as balance. Hunters as something broken long ago. Some nights she believed it completely. Other nights, she feared it was dangerous just to read. It had become Ever’s favourite story. Now she knelt in the sandpit, holding Ever close, eyes darting as the ground beneath them seemed to hum.

This: the open ground, the honest sky, the bond warm between them, Astra delighted and present, herself entirely known. She, Lena Wilder, the girl who was never enough, standing in the cold morning air outside the Citadel she now governed, bonded to the vampire lord who had spent three centuries becoming someone she could trust, carrying the oldest inheritance in the realm in her blood, with her wolf running free in the pre-dawn territory and the world reorganized, finally, to accommodate what she had always been. Not a symbol. A person. Not a legend. A truth. Not an ending. A direction.