Wolf Mating Lock Novels & Stories

One of the guards stepped forward reluctantly, hands tightening around the iron key as he approached the lock. The wolf immediately reacted. Her body lowered. Muscles tightening. Claws scraping against stone. A growl rolled through the chamber again. Deeper this time. Instinctive. The guard visibly faltered. Liam stepped forward immediately. “I said stay calm.” The lock clicked loudly. Then the bars slowly pulled open. The sound echoed through the corridor. Metal dragging against stone. Freedom. The wolf froze instantly. Completely still now. Even the growling stopped. Her silver eyes remained fixed only on Damian.

“How long will I stay here?” Silent. “Are you by any chance suffering from selective deafness?” “Look, I used to call you Little Alpha, don’t make me disrespect you, don’t test my patience. I will only do or say what our Alpha wants me to. You are not my Alpha and I don’t answer to you, so shut the fuck up.” releasing a muffled growl. Using his right hand clad in rubber gloves, he forcibly yanked my hands and unlocked the silver cuff. Six wants to come forward but I forbid him, They can’t know we are unaffected by silver. It will lower our chances of fleeing this holding cell. An ordinary wolf takes nearly a day to wake up after being cuffed with silver, ranked wolves take a few hours at lea

I order Liam to call Nightstalker, who is on standby, and plug an anti-encryption device into the lock. "You better work damn fast, Nightstalker! We're sitting ducks here!" "Gonna need more than a few seconds." We all silently stand on alert for three minutes before we hear the click and the door starts to open. We all pile into the room, and I smell them instantly. Wolves.

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”

Liam asked while sitting straight at his place. "I heard back in days when werewolves were being chased by hunters, some werewolves planned to conceal their and their children's identity from the world by locking their wolves. They used some kind of talisman to lock their wolves so they would never shift and no one would be able to find them," Harry explained. "Bloody witches..." Liam cursed. "If her wolf is trapped, that means some witch is taking some kind of revenge on her but if it's locked, that means her parents or someone from her family locked her wolf inside her to keep her safe," Harry continued.

He could see the understanding on Paul's face. Paul moved into the open cell. The cell they had waiting for him. The two black wolves were biting and fighting for their lives and not paying attention to where they were moving. Once they were all in the cell, he went totally limp. The two wolves held on for a good minute, but the rogue didn't move. Was he dead? They both let go and backed away. They were gasping for breath, try to regain their strength after the life or death fight. They were surprised and unable to move fast enough when the gray wolf leaped into the air and ran out of the cell, slamming the door behind him. It automatically locked. The two black wolves let out blood curdling

Luna Howell was already crying, seeing her son in a very big cage. The cage was definitely made with strong metals but only Azalea and Alpha Goan knew the cage which had chains bounding the wolf. One chain on the wolf's neck, two bounded together with it to each side of the cage - those chains contained some silver - he looked like he was imprisoned by his own people.

Thorne replies inside my mind. Stepping up to the cage, “Shut up,” I yell at the rogues. While they do not bare their necks to me, they immediately quiet down recognizing me as the Alpha of the Pack. Nodding to the guard, he opens the cage door. Both rogues are in individual cages and are in silver, cuffed to the walls. Silver prevents a wolf from communicating with their wolf, other wolves, and it prevents them from being able to shift. It also burns the skin of a wolf. I can see the burn marks on the wolves’ wrists from being cuffed.

Silver, and cold. Because of course he had silver cuffs under the bed. I grabbed those instead since some wolves still can’t handle pure silver. I tossed them toward him with a shaky breath. “Got it!” He caught them mid-fight, twisted the wolf’s arm behind its back, and locked one cuff down. The wolf howled—loud and furious—but Colton didn’t flinch. He got the second cuff on, then shoved his knee into its spine. “Stay down,” he growled.

The adult wolves let out a howl before swarming upstairs and slamming against the door. Quentin and Clara’s expressions changed when they heard this movement. “W-Will they knock down the door?” “No,” Kaden replied firmly. This door was not made out of wood; it was a solid iron door. It was impossible for the wolves to knock a hole in the iron door even if they were to slam against it all night—unless the door lock broke. Just as Kaden was about to joke that they should not be that unlucky, he saw the door lock moving, followed by a clicking sound. The keyhole was broken, and all the parts inside popped out!