Wolf Mating Lock Novels & Stories

My clothes tear to shreds as the wolf howls — long and mournful. Good thing Eli’s apartment is completely soundproof. No one can hear. The wolf wants to escape, to run, but the door is too solid, reinforced — designed by and for werewolves. And with paws, there’s no way to turn the lock. After that… I remember very little.

leave because that would cause suspension and get the packs talking. When you are a wolf married to your mate, it's not easy to walk away until death. If she truly wants an out, she will have to die. She has to stay to protect us; at least, that's what I've been told all my life. also, be careful. They can sense when you have become a wolf and sense your aura. If it seems too strong, that may cause a problem. I didn't see yours until we started talking, and it almost looks like mine. “ I look over at Jesse. “ what do you mean, my aura?? I'm not an alpha. What is going on ?” Jesse stands up, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens Her eyes. They're deep, bright red, and around h

I slowly turned my head until I saw the huge wolf coming toward me, licking its lips. “Ahhh!” I screamed, but the wolf pounced on me, knocking me onto my back. The impact was hard, and I felt some pain in the affected area. The wolf was on top of me, and I couldn’t do anything. It sniffed my neck, ran its tongue along my nape, reaching my chest. With its paw, it tore my shirt, revealing just my bra. I quickly searched for a stake or something to defend myself. I found a stake nearby, but before I could hit the wolf, it gave one last growl and ran off. My chest was heaving rapidly; I thought the people in the lake would hear my scream and come help me, but they didn’t. When I got up as best I

"Sweetie, whatever's going on, you don't have to face it alone. Our packs take care of each other." "Thank you," I manage, though my throat is tight with emotion. "Really. But this is something I have to do myself." I refuse to be deceived by another wolf again. I have one rotten one already. Back at home, I call a locksmith and explain that I need my locks changed immediately, with special specifications. He's confused by my request for silver-core deadbolts and wolfsbane-treated door frames, but money talks, and I pay extra for him not to ask questions.

I was currently pacing the room, and then I heard the clink of the chain and I had to stop and breathe before I lost my shit. I had been apologizing to Mani non stop since I woke up yesterday. She was sad and a little bit pissed at me, but she was at least wagging her tail now when I talked to her. Yesterday it was a mournful hurt look, those horrid puppy dog eyes everyone mentions. I knew she would never let me take us out her survival instinct was too strong, so when Dr. Martin had talked about that wolfsbane, it sparked the idea. I had learned a very long time ago to pick locks, but I hadn’t known the locks in the pack house were rigged.

Wesly Kota drops his head and pushes back against the wolf, who is trying to dig his claws into our open chest. He regroups and starts bitting at our forlegs. Kota catches his bottom jaw in his mouth. He clamps down with a death grip. The wolf puts it in reverse, shaking his head and trying to get away. He does, but we keep his bottom canines as a souvenir.

White Victorian furniture with gold inlays decorate my room with new dark oak carved doors for the exit, the bathroom and my closet. I step to the outside door. "Why does this door feel different?" I ask one of the she wolves. "Wood Ash, princess. The door is laced with it. To suppress wolves from breaking through." She supplies. "But we can walk through?" I ask "Yes, when the door is unlocked. When locked, the wolfs power will not be effective on that door." She fixes my clothes from the closet. Another she wolf who was preparing a bath entered the room. "Mustn't doddle. The Alpha doesn't like to wait."

Every step closer, the pull got stronger, like fate tugging me toward her. We rounded the final corner, and there it was: a sturdy wooden door with thick iron locks. I’d studied this door. I knew it opened inward and could be breached from the top corner if struck with just the right force. I nodded once, and two of my wolves stepped forward. No growling. No words. Just motion. One raised a black-gloved hand and slammed a metal ram into the weak joint. CRACK. The wood groaned and splintered. The second blow broke it wide.

This must be the kitchen. Marisol immediately walked over but couldn't push it open. She realized it was actually locked and was exasperated. Who would actually lock their own kitchen? Moreover, they even used a digital lock! Marisol was incensed. She lightly tapped the door in frustration. Then, she looked at the wolf squatting beside her, focusing on its mouth. In a moment of desperation, she pointed at the lock, then at the wolf's mouth, as if asking, "Can you bite it open?"

“Don’t panic. Your wolf is perfectly safe. It’s not dying—it’s just locked.” “But… how do you know?” she asked again, this time more urgently. She didn’t need vague reassurances; she needed answers. “That’s because if your wolf was dying,” Luca replied, his voice lowering, “you wouldn’t even be able to see it in the first place.” Catherine gasped, her heart sinking at the realization. “So… why is my wolf locked?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “And is there a way I can free it?” Luca sighed softly, leaning back. “Wolves get locked when the human has been through a lot—when they’ve experienced deep pain, intense fear… or both.”