Wolf Mating Lock Novels & Stories

Smith moved in front of Lupus and pushed him back. “Show me” Smith demanded as he turned to face me fully. I shrugged and nodded my head and then turned to go back into the farmhouse. Smith and Faylene followed behind me, while the others stayed with Lupus and Hina. We descended the steps, and I unlocked the two padlocks. I figured that Origin Wolf have kept them locked up for a reason, and seeing as we don’t know what that reason is, it’s best we keep them under lock and key as well. At least for now. I pushed the door wide open and let the light shine in. The woman was still in the corner with the boy tucked away behind her. She was facing us with her canines extended and on full display.

My wolf whines, dragging my attention toward the cellar beneath the house like a magnet. “It is because of me,” I mutter. “All of this. The rupture, the tether fully activating, the way the door is waking up. The only reason Haldor heard it so loudly he thought sacrificing a fucking fourteen year old boy was a good idea is because I dragged the stupid flame back down and she started pointing at us with my name.” Elias’ jaw tightens. “And who built the lock long before you were even born, or thought of?” “Wolves,” I say automatically.

There were a few crates with tags on them, but the lettering had been scribbled out. “Are you there?” I asked my wolf, hoping she could still respond even with the wolfsbane in my system. I waited a few seconds, but I didn’t receive a response. When my muscles felt more relaxed, I stopped massaging them and tried to stretch out my limbs as much as I could. Not sure how long I had before Landon and Misty returned, I tried to open the kennel. The lock on it required a key, and when I tried breaking it, it wouldn’t budge. Hearing a sound from outside, I panicked and laid back down in the same position. Closing my eyes, I tried to get my breathing under control.

-Something more complicated than that - and after a strong blow to the lock using its electricity, he managed to loosen the padlock. He then kicked the door as hard as his body could, and although he had to kick twice more, it finally gave way. He quickly pulled out his claws and ran towards each of the wolves cutting the straps on their necks. The process was not easy and part of his claws were affected and ended up bleeding. The straps were made of a strong material, falling to the ground along with the chains. She was grateful that those who were being released were helping her, so most of them were quickly freed.

I didn't waste another breath arguing. ​I turned on my heel and walked over to the heavy metal safe sitting in the corner of her room. I didn't ask for a key. I didn't ask for a combination. Channeling the raw, brutal strength of my Alpha wolf, I raised my fist and smashed it directly into the electronic lock and the metal seams. ​CRACK!

There was no sign of Mara, no movement anywhere, but then her scent hit me again. My eyes narrowed. She was here. I followed the scent quickly, moving farther into the yard until something caught my attention at the far corner. A large wooden drum sat behind a stack of old boxes. My wolf immediately reacted. There. I rushed toward it and grabbed the lid, but it wouldn't open. I looked down. A thick padlock was fastened around the metal clasp. My blood ran cold. “Someone locked this.” I grabbed the lock and pulled, but it didn't budge. A growl rumbled from my chest as my wolf surged forward, lending me its strength.

Not all of them, though. The last room was different. Its door was heavier, a different locking mechanism entirely, the kind of extra security reserved for something someone had decided needed extra security. And through that door, through stone and steel and distance, my wolf was reading something that made her press against my ribs with an urgency she hadn't shown before. "This one," I said. Corvin was already at the lock before I'd finished saying it. The mechanism was standard enough that his tools cracked it in under thirty seconds, which somehow felt like the longest thirty seconds of a night already full of long seconds.

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.

Smells like wet wolf in here. Then I heard another eerie painful groan. I forced myself to step further down and gave the door behind me one last look, making sure it’s wide opened, just in case i need to run out of this creepy place. My mouth fell to the floor when i saw cages all over the room, most of them empty. But there is one that’s occupied with a naked chained man who is laying on the floor. “The intruder!” I thought to myself. His head is down as his body slightly shakes from the pain. I took another step closer and noticed the silver chains around his torso, ankles, arms, and neck. It clears what’s causing him to be this tortured. Silver is one of the few weaknesses of werewolves.

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.