Wolfless Novels & Stories

Chapter 4: Jealous Alpha The festival night was one of glittering opulence, full of undercurrents of power, rivalry, and unspoken words. Despite the festive lights casting a warm glow throughout the hall, Cassia felt more like an outsider than ever, an unwelcome ghost haunting her own pack’s celebration. Lady Morwenna had seen to her attire personally, ensuring that she would be “presentable” for the night. The dress she had selected was undeniably beautiful, but it was far from the gowns worn by the other women of the Nightshade Pack. The fabric, a dark, muted silver, was simple, lacking the intricate embroidery and embellishments that adorned the outfits of the high-ranking wolves in atten

Wolf nodded heavily, "Boss, I know, I'll speed up for sure, I won't hold up your big plans. Member Ms. Lamb has already been tamed, she's full of killing intent now, and the second sacrifice is almost ready." "Very good, but..." That guy was also wearing a mask, but it wasn't an animal, it was a Thor mask. He turned around, eyes fixed on him: "Wolf, sometimes you can play smart, but don't overdo it, or you won't even know how you died in the end." When Wolf heard that, he got chills all over. The adult's words were intimidating without even trying, and his body started shaking on its own. "Are you scared?"

No. This wolf is massive. Towering. Her brown fur gleams like polished bronze in the moonlight. Her muscles ripple with strength, her body steady, imposing. Her eyes blaze red, deep and burning like twin embers ready to consume. Her lips curl back in a vicious snarl, revealing sharp fangs — long, glistening, dripping with saliva. Her breath huffs out in heavy puffs, each exhale filled with purpose. Her paws strike the earth with thunderous certainty. The ground feels smaller beneath her weight.

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

Each wolf, with its sleek In the heart of the sanctuary, where the winds whispered secrets and the trees whispered tales, a formidable force emerged. Led by none other than the legendary alpha wolf, Arvandus, the wolf military stood tall and proud, their presence an indomitable shield against any threat that dared to encroach upon their sacred land. Arvandus, with his piercing amber eyes that held the wisdom of countless moons, commanded his loyal pack with an unwavering authority.

"Can't even defend herself." "Of course she can't," Elena replied. "Wolfless wolves are broken. They have just enough wolf DNA to mark them as pack, but not enough to function. They're worse than humans because they're a corruption of what we are. A mistake of nature that should have been culled at birth."

“Tell me, how did the dinner go?” I smiled without realizing it. “It went well, Chef.” “Oh?” she teased, raising a brow. “I recognize that smile.” My smile faded as another thought returned. “Chef, do you know what being wolfless really means?” She sighed. “They’re wolves born without the inner wolf or the abilities every normal wolf possesses.” Just as I’d expected. “But, what does it actually feel like? Why is it so different?” She dusted flour from her hands before answering.

I closed my eyes and envisioned dancing with Carson alone in our suite. After our dance, I was pulled into a receiving line with our Alpha, Luna, Beta and my parents. The evening was nearly over. As we were saying goodbyes to guests, I overheard a woman I didn't know say to her companion. "How would we even know if they were lying about her wolf being injured? Maybe they didn't want to be embarrassed admitting she doesn't have a wolf? Not all their females are shewolves."

Cicilia yell The russet wolf limps toward her, blood dripping from his belly wound, his eyes promising death. Behind him, the black wolf shakes himself and starts forward. In the ravine, Pete's breathing has gone shallow. And Roselyn's broken ribs are grinding together every time she tries to inhale. "Any last words, abomination?" The russet wolf looms over her, raising one massive paw for the killing blow. Roselyn bares her teeth in what might be a smile. Blood bubbles at the corner of her mouth, metallic and warm. She forces herself to her feet, legs shaking, Cicilia snarling defiance even as her body screams for mercy.

He pulls back quickly, swallowing hard as my alpha command hits him hard with an unfiltered pulse of power. I see Wills shoulders shake for a second, I think in laughter but can’t be sure. Then she turns back to look at the two of them, that fake innocent stare firmly in place as she reads this slogan out. “’Wolfman in the streets, Knotter in the sheets’. I don’t understand this one – what is a knotter?” [“Holy shit, she didn’t just ask that did she? Forget Georgia and the Boy Scout, I’m about to throw my hat in the ring here too.”] Anders laughs through the link.