Wolf And Rabbit Love Novels & Stories

I hit his chest again, though with less vigor than before, “You’re impossible! And infuriating! And I…I don’t like you.” Wow Harmony, that was some comeback. I mentally cursed myself. My dark wolf only laughed. And I also didn’t like the way it made me feel, warm and wet in places I shouldn’t. Especially, at a time like this, and considering he was a domineering dick. But the pussy wanted what the pussy wanted, and that bitch didn’t know what was good for her. “Keep telling yourself that Rabbit, but you’re a terrible liar. You like me very much. I can smell it and practically taste it on my tongue. And I know just what you need,” he ended with a growl…

Wyatt. “That's not what I meant, I know you're just a girl but tell me who told you that so I can hit him.” She stopped banging on the door and looked at me very badly. “You won't hurt them! They are good, we were seeing a rabbit that had her paw on her head and Lion said that she had mated with the rabbit that was looking at her. And Loan, after hitting him said that they were just resting, so I will not rest with you, bad wolf!”

If we continued, it would get dangerous. My wolf needed no invitation and quickly tossed the first rabbit in the air, catching it in the back of her powerful jaws, crunching meat and bones, licking her lips when she tasted the marrow. The next four rabbits went just a quickly. A snap in the air, and then she was crunching to her heart's content. When finished, she pranced around, pleased with her mate's attention and provisions. A familiar pain went through me, knowing my mate didn't feel the same way. Coal had no intention of ever caring for me. He'd spelled that out quite clearly.

She raised her head, noticing him standing there, then pushed what was remaining of the rabbit to him, offering it to him. The sound of the crickets and other creatures was like background music as we both dove into the rabbit. Of course, it definitely wouldn’t be enough to fill two adult wolves, but it was like none of our wolves cared. When we were done and it was just the bones of the rabbit left, his wolf started to lick mine insistently, his tongue giving a thorough cleaning of my wolf’s face. And she stood there, enjoying his attention on her. Almost like he was worshipping her. Worshipping us.

something. My wolf wagged his tail enthusiastically then lifted his nose high into the air, trying to catch the foreign smell again. To my wolf this smell was familiar, but I couldn't recognize it at all. We are still standing on the mound of the hill that became the nest of our hunted rabbits. The night wind blowing towards us made the smell even stronger.

I asked “Some still do, yes,” I shook off the image of wolves having to buy their mates, it’s like one cage traded for another “As you may have guessed, our sweet little rabbit of Sunshine is human” “I knew that the moment I smelled her scent in the hallway when I got here”

So, I step in. “They’re not repaying you,” I say, moving closer. She jumps slightly, startled. “They’re pledging loyalty to you.” “What do you mean?” “It’s instinct, like how we feel loyalty to the Alpha of our pack,” I explain, sitting next to her. She doesn’t move away, so I continue, “By bringing you a meal, they are offering gratitude and loyalty. Wolves are powerful creatures, as you know, and to them, you are their savior. Accepting this rabbit is the same as accepting their pledge to be with you.”

My wolf, Milly, rolled her eyes. Our relationship was cracked, but unlike Ryan and his wolf, mine didn’t lash out at others with her disappointment. Milly was disappointed and heartbroken, but not angry. However, she had voiced that the idea of allowing Ryan and his wolf to mate with us repulsed her. So, neither of us felt the drive to do so. It was unusual. We were once so in love. Could I have been confusing this love for something else?

It warmed my heart that he would do this but then I pictured all sorts of woodland critters being laid at my feet. He was wagging and still smiling at me. I wanted to appreciate his gift but also discourage any more killing. I said quietly, hoping he would understand. “Dane, Love, I don’t have a wolf. I don’t think I can fully appreciate it the way you can. I love your gift but I would rather challenge you to bring it to me alive next time.” He stopped and tilted his head at me. It was adorable and I smiled at him. Then he licked me again and swallowed the rabbit whole.

I'm in shock, unable to comprehend what he's explaining to me. "What happens usually when two wolves fall in love? How do they act towards each other?" I ask, rewinding all the interactions I've had with Gray since I saw him in the coffee shop and thought he was deformed. "Well I've never seen it firsthand, but it's supposed to be an incredibly intense thing. Their wolves push them together and they can't be separated from that point on. Think of the most toxic couple absolutely obsessed with each other. It’s like that." "Obviously, that's not our case," I mutter and Lion nods.