Wolf Mating Lock Novels & Stories

- I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did. This wasn't the first time in my life, but since my father died this has gotten worse. - Mom? You didn't even seem too shocked by the location of the guy's house! - It's just that you finally have your breakfast Beck! We're leaving in thirty minutes to fix our hair for tonight. My mother didn't like to answer questions. I was used to it enough by then, so I didn't question anything anymore. I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books.

He plunged his beast's fangs into the black scruff of Dalton's wolf's neck. Dalton’s wolf, Deadboltz, yelped, emitting sharp, prolonged whimpers as his body thrashed, straining to break free from Lykoan's hold. His paws raked against Lykoan's underside, and I gasped, not wanting my mate harmed. My heart felt poked by needles every passing second as I worried about him. In response, my Alpha reinforced his death-grip, thrashing his head back and forth to further rip into the black wolf’s flesh.

The whole being dead thing seemed to knock some sense into the wolf. "Okay. . ." he trailed off. "What do I have to do?" "What do you know about the new runt in this pack?" The wolf's eyes narrowed. Oh good! "She's the Alpha's little bitch, that much I know." "I already gathered that. Do you know enough about the pack's routines to help get to her?" The wolf nodded. "Good. Now back to my original question, can you walk?" He held up his shackled wrists, wincing as the silver metal dug into his flesh. The man got down and made quick work of picking the locks, the silver not affecting him. He helped the wolf get on his feet and then nodded out the door. "Follow me." And the two took off.

No mercy. The first went down in six seconds. Zara had materialized from nowhere because of course she had. Because she'd heard fighting and decided two minutes was too long to wait. The second went down because James and Owen were better at following Zara's instincts than my explicit instructions. The third went down because I was faster than he expected and angrier than was probably reasonable. "Eastern building." I was already moving. "Team holds the compound. I go for Sage." The lock was heavy. Padded with silver to prevent shifting. Designed to hold a wolf who could break regular steel. I shifted to human and kicked it anyway. Twice. The third kick brought the door down because True Alp

It is crafted from a shimmering, matte silver-titanium alloy, intricately etched with faint, glowing runes that hum with a low-frequency magical vibration. "The Legacy Lock," Leila announces, her voice dripping with sheer, absolute satisfaction. "Reinforced with ancient, localized silver to strategically dampen the Alpha's more... aggressive, unstoppable impulses. It’s entirely biometric, and as promised, the release mechanism is synced directly to a heavily encrypted app on my phone. It will absolutely not release unless I input the digital override. She taps a polished fingernail against the metal. "It is also charmed to expand and contract seamlessly with the shift, so our big bad wolf wo

“I know that look! We’ve got a new mate pair coming.” The words don’t fully register. All I can focus on is that scent. It pulls me into the packhouse, past the opulent entryway, up the stairs. One floor. Two. Three. My feet move on their own, my wolf practically bursting through my skin. The scent grows stronger as I near the end of the hall. I don’t even think—I reach for the door. Locked. I step back and slam my foot into the solid wood, shattering the lock and forcing it open.

The wolf seemed pleased with himself and sauntered out, locking the door from the other side. 'My training in all things wolf was paying off,' Rosette thought warily. Now, hopefully, her survival training would be just as effective. She waited until she heard the howling fading outside, indicating the dogs had gone for a run. Peering out the window, she saw the van still sitting outside. Ryana was unloading boxes from the van and moving them around the other side of the house. After she returned and closed the van door, Rosette worked on the handcuffs on her wrist with skill, keeping an eye on Ryana. Once she saw Ryana move around the side of the house for the last time, she began working on

I needed to rescue her. I directed my attention back to the silver padlock, and my eyes caught a bunch of keys on the floor. I picked them up and tried to move closer to the padlock, but then I remembered it was made of silver. This silver could weaken one's wolf. Not minding the effect it would have on me, I moved closer to it and touched it. I fitted the key into it, but it didn't open up. I held my breath as I tried harder. Ariel cried out in excruciating pain. Then I knew I needed to stop. I moved away from the silver padlock to look around.

He pulled a black bag from the glove compartment when he finally climbed in after fumbling with his keys. "Here," I look up from mom's eyelashes to see a pair of dog collars in his hand. Like, literal dog collars, black with silver spikes. I sneer away from him. "Alpha has instructed you both to wear one, they have a line of silver on the inside to ensure you don't shift and so you can't communicate with your wolf." He mumbled with sorrowful eyes as he pushed them toward us again.