Wolf Mating Lock Novels & Stories

We’ve helped over three hundred wolves rebuild from nothing. I know what rejection does to a person. It did it to me. And I know you can survive it. Because I did. I was at my desk, sorting intake files for the week, when Lena knocked and came in without waiting for an answer—like she usually does. “There’s a wolf outside,” she said. “He’s been at the gate twenty minutes. Not aggressive, but he isn’t leaving.” I kept my eyes on the file. “Pack wolf or rogue?” “Pack,” she said. “Darkwood.”

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.

My heart was beginning to thump. Hurt me? "Continue, let's hear it" I muttered. "The thing mum was holding was zendaya's wolf" she paused. What? Does she have a wolf? I thought she was wolfless" I asked, dumbfounded. Yes, she does have a wolf. A powerful one at that. Mum and Dad locked it away. Actually, mum forced Dad to do so. "But how? Is it possible to lock someone's wolf?" I asked, confused. "Yes, through the help of a witch" she explained and I nodded.

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!

more the wolves of the pack behaved like dogs that had broken their chains - even the alpha hardly restrains their instinct to drive strangers from their territory. and my aunt left me her handkerchief at the local post office. The wolves may not have recognized my scent four years later. Do not think, the flock did not attack people, there were no such cases for a long time. But only because people did not meddle in these places without local accompaniment, all trips with an overnight stay went in a wide arc from the village. These places were considered dangerous, and the inhabitants of the reservation diligently supported and fed these rumors. Wandering onto the road in the dark, someone

Some had eventually forgotten the trait within them, living their life as normal human beings. There was one family though, that valued their tradition far greater than the rest of their kind. The sole family who still kept up with their belief was the Vailant family, a matriarchal family. It was rare for a legacy family to give birth to two legacy wolves, most of their ancestors only gave birth to a single child.

Now I had to observe their habits and schedules, study my prey to know the best time to attack. Knight was howling anxiously in my mind at the prospect of engaging in a good hunt and rescuing our mate. When I was almost there, I heard an odd noise and turned around, looking in all directions in an attempt to find the source of it. Have some Dragon guards spotted me and were about to capture me? “I can’t smell any dragon. I can only smell humans, the sea and steak,” my hungry wolf chimed in. A sharp exhale left me, it must be some humans. Passing in front of the house, I noticed they had a new security system: a camera pointed to the front of the main door, which now had a digital lock.