Wolf Mating Lock Novels & Stories

Rose’s shoulders slumped in defeat, but I was quick to scoop her up and start heading to the barracks. She didn’t talk to me the entire walk back. Didn’t even look at me. I wasn’t surprised, I could tell she was upset. I was the one that had fucked that up. “Could you put in the code?” I asked her when we got to the door. She reached over and punched it in then grabbed the door handle and swung it open. The codes instead of lock and keys were a great idea Snow Moon’s Cyber division had come up with. Us wolves frequently didn’t even have clothes on us, let alone keys. This was also one of the few packs that actually had the funding to implement a system like this.

The muzzle of the wolf, grinning and splashing with saliva, clicked in the face of the man, while Ar chuckled contentedly, throwing off his turn. - Well, shall we dance? - mocking, repeated the words of Mark. “Let’s dance,” Mark repeated, stretching his lips into a bloody smile. Arnar sensed the approaching danger from behind and heard Vitali's cry: - Behind! — Violating the order to stay in the territory, he rushed to the rescue. The werewolf flew off, slamming like a stone wall into the body of the High Vampire that appeared out of nowhere. A sweetish aroma enveloped Arnar and forced him to exhale convulsively from the pain spreading in his back.

My hands tightened on the knife handle, and I got set for a fight. 'Laika.' It took me a few seconds to know MOLART was mind-linking me. I almost got distracted by it. Was he a werewolf? I should have known when I noticed he had the features of a man and a wolf. I knew he had a story, and I was more than willing to hear it. 'Stop thinking, Laika and focus,' his voice came again. I stopped thinking and stared at the bird coming toward me, my hands gripping my knife tightly.

"Fifteen years, remember? I know every weakness in this entire level." He moved to the door, running his fingers along the frame. "The locks are electronic, powered by the same grid as the collars. If we can overload the system..." He slammed his fist into a specific point on the doorframe. Nothing happened. Then, from somewhere far away, an explosion rocked the facility. The lights flickered. The collar around my neck sputtered, and for just a moment, I felt my wolf surge forward. The door's lock disengaged with a click.

It was rare to see mansions in the realm; only the richest and strongest wolf leaders had access to such. He had brought me to the forbidden Saber Pack, in which we had been warned never to run into no matter the crisis. The tales had it that they were the strongest werewolves in existence, having unimaginable power. “Can I just take a piss?” I say trying to work my way out. “You don’t smell of tension or irritation. That wouldn’t work on me. “ He bellowed, pushing me with his index finger. I almost tripped, but I got hold of myself early enough, using the door as a support system.

I ran my thumb beneath my nose, wiping away the blood that still lingered there, studying the stain for a moment before wiping it onto the side of my pants. The glass was still lying on the floor. I picked it up and slowly turned it between my fingers, letting the scent rise once more, strong and barely concealed beneath the whiskey. It would have been imperceptible to any human, just as it had been to her. But even the youngest wolf would have smelled it. I walked to the door and turned the handle, meeting resistance immediately. I kept my hand there for a second, feeling the lock hold. Then I applied real force. The metal yielded beneath the pressure, first with a faint groan, then with a

“It’s not just about you. She just… makes me so mad.” “I was trying to defend you, too!” He roared. The whole damn pack house would know we were arguing. I could barely look at him. I’d never heard of locking wolves. However, it was an ancient practice done to punish the most violent and wayward wolves. It’s not as malicious as detaching a wolf from its human. Faye won’t lose her mind because her wolf’s locked inside her. “Now we have a fucking bigger mess than we did before!” He threw the bloody towel the pack doctor used to clean up my wounds on the floor.

he asked in a cold voice. - Does it matter? I answered the question with a question. I was not going to give in to him ... even with a hangover ... “No,” the man replied. “Since you are here, it means that you will not return there. Actually, I had the opportunity to return, but this is not something you should tell the first person you meet. The wolf, so far the only man with whom I agreed to share a bed, gave me a locket before I left. With it, I could go into the world of magic at any time, but this adapter was only in one direction. While I was thinking about the past, a stranger managed to scan me from head to toe. Another worried one?

I reached for the handle and tried it, only to find that it had been locked with a key. Dammit; there was no lock on the outside, no way to open it other than… My wolf growled inside of me, his strength momentarily surging through me. “You know what you need to do,” he hissed. I nodded and backed up a few paces, knowing that he was right. “Stand back!” I shouted—and, without any hesitation, I slammed my shoulder into the wood. The door creaked, and I slammed into it again with a grunt.

I tried the handle, but it was locked. “Of course,” I muttered, scanning the door for any weaknesses. My wolf rolled her eyes at me, her voice, snappish. “Break it down, why don't you, or better yet pick the lock. I know you are too stubborn to go back to bed.” “Wow, we barely talked for more than a day and you know all about me.” I chuckled, pressing my hands against the wood, trying to force it open. It doesn't budge, “too bad this isn't my first time with a door that wouldn't let me pass freely,” I said, removing the pin holding my hair in place, twisting its ridges I am about to stick into the keyhole when a voice behind me made me freeze.