Wolves Knot Novels & Stories

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

I don't move. "Specific spot." His hand comes up and touches his own neck, the muscle where it meets the shoulder, like he needs the map to say it. "Right there. It's called a claiming bite. It's not a mark. It's not a hickey with better PR. It binds you. Both of you." "For how long?" "Life." The refrigerator hums. Nothing else in the house moves. "There's no undoing it. No walking it back, no divorce, no oops. Wolves mate for life if they choose to. The bite is how. You do it once, and it's done."

Amarok said, “why would we travel to Nabis Island—right where the beast is buried? That’s suicide.” “My brother is right,” Geri added. “None of this makes sense.” The witch's voice dropped lower. “Because the only way to reseal the creature… is with your united bond. You must return to where the first guardians stood. Only together, in flesh, blood, and spirit, can you bind it again.” “Why six of us?” Tara asked. “Why not two… or four?” “Because the Hexa Bond is sacred. Six souls. Six hearts. Six wolves. That is the only number the seal will accept.”

His hands splay over my tummy. I think for a second and answer, “A lock. I felt a lock deep in my pussy.” Jaxon lifts his head, and when his eyes drop to me, they flicker and make my stomach clench. “In the werewolf world, it’s called knotting—the actual knotting. It’s like the peak of bonding, when an Alpha locks his cum inside you.” His hands press into my stomach, and something moves inside it. “It was a form of me bonding with your innermost self, some sort of mating ritual. But guess what?”

It seems to respond better when I treat it like my wolf. It’s past midnight when all the supplies arrive. The expanse of the Rift edge is littered with rogue wolves pinned to the ground like computer cables. Unable to move, but completely unharmed. We have groups of pack members and coven members spread out among them, keeping them hydrated and fed…or sedated as needed.

"It's your father. He's demanding wolves join his pack, and if they don't…" Her words hung in the air between us. What was my father doing with other wolves? Whatever it was, it wasn't good and I had a sinking sensation in my gut. The wolves attacking us were involved too. They had to be. I know Winter heard her, but him not saying anything told me he was wary of her yet giving me space to find out more. "Um... I'll need to discuss it with my mates first before I can agree to anything." "Wow. Thank you." She hugged me. "I don't know what I'd do with three mates. You're so lucky."

I didn’t respond, because I didn’t know if I had chosen anything—or if I’d simply been cornered. The howling started just after midnight. Not the rhythmic howls of a patrol or a wolf singing to the moon. This was guttural. Desperate. Like bones cracking under pressure. “Babe get up,” I parted Lisendra, “Can you hear the howls.” “Yes, I do hear them.” She said, in something like panic. We stood up from where we laid. Although I was an Alpha but I could still feel my fingers twitch, “Rogues,” I growled, already shifting into my wolf before the words fully left my mouth.

“Knotting is…um, well... it’s um—” Avery wasn’t sure why Ian kept stuttering as she demanded an explanation, but it turns out he was just too embarrassed to say it. “Remember when I said werewolves also have an animalistic part to them? It’s like that. It’s simply the alpha’s, you know… genitals swelling in their mates during copulation to keep their seeds in and thus increase the chance for conception; it can go on for hours, sometimes days. It mostly happens during an alpha's rut, which is the equivalent of an omega’s heat.” Then he went ahead and gave her a textbook definition.

Shyfter rustled Moon's hair. **Tristan** ‘Kit, we have a slight problem. Rex and I are one on one with wolves of our own, now there's a third wolf headed our way. Break and get to us. These are the wolves we have been looking for. As of now I'm hovering just around the perimeter, as is another wolf, Kai. Link when you're close and we will go from there.’ **Anaki ** ‘Change of plans. When all of the intruders are in close proximity, we will form a half moon around them.’

The little sign stuck in the ground told the various names for the plants: Aconitum, aconite, monkshood, wolf's-bane, leopard's bane, mouse bane, women's bane, devil's helmet, queen of poisons . . . . “So this is wolf’s bane?” Fawna’s spoke in a voice that was almost dreamy. “You didn’t know it?” Adara grinned, chanting: "Even a man who is pure of heart And says his prayers at night May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms