Novel & Cerita Woman Werewolf Love

Did you think I wouldn't find out at some point? "I know I did, but I wanted to spend as much time as possible with you before that happened." Amara, from the first time you faced me in that hallway, I knew you were my mate. -Mate? “Every werewolf has a mate. A love destined for him. Soulmates. When they meet there is no room for anyone else in their lives. Is love. It seemed a little cheesy to me to hear Elder talk about love, he didn't even show it off.

“I love you and I want you. Just because you don’t love me, you can’t tell me that my feelings are an obsession.” I shrugged and folded my hands across my chest. “We’re not humans. We’re werewolves and we’re given a mate by the Moon Goddess. You can’t love anyone who isn’t your mate even if you want to because you’re capable of loving your mate only.” “You can’t love her, we’re married now,” she whined, throwing her tantrums. I knew her, she was used to getting whatever she wanted since childhood. Anyhow. Even if it cost pain to someone else.

Keira’s lips slightly parted and she unconsciously massaged her temple, trying to make sense of the truth from her best friend. There were a lot of thoughts flooding her mind. It was just so hard to grasp what Zane just said. All along, she’s been best friend with a werewolf. However, after a long silence between them, she saw Zane’s worried face. Looking at her best friend was confusing her. “How did it happen? I…” The lady closed her eyes in slight frustrations before taking a deep breath and continued. “Are werewolves even real?” “Trust me. It was hard for me to believe either. That’s why I had to find answers to all my questions about myself. It sounds absurd, I know. But this is me now,

“Why did you call Josh your lover?” “Because he is. I’ve chosen him.” What kind of freaky fucked up shit was this? She was running her hands all over my chest, trying to work her way underneath my shirt. I held her wrists and took a step back, trying to keep her advances at bay. What the fuck was a water nymph? “I’m a werewolf,” I said. She paused, seemingly giving it some thought, and she sniffed me. “I don’t care,” she replied, her sultry tone back in place. “I still like you. You’re mine.”

I licked his hand, which made me almost melt into his actions. "The werewolves are very romantic—they are so warm and good in sex." He winked at her. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped—I was not expecting such an answer from him. "They are so romantic in their sexual lives!" The way words rolled in his eyes almost made my pants wet. He reached out his hand before sliding my hair from my face and interlocking it behind my ear. I closed my eyes in pleasure for a second before sharing a look with him—he was looking while rolling his fingers on my cheek.

Her Dad and the rest was fuzzy. “Dude, what the…” a male voice was saying from the living room, when a sound that seemed like a punch, shut him up. In one swift motion, she was up. She looked at her dressing. She was still in her skinny jeans and leather jacket. The one she wore when she returned the previous day. Werewolves were blessed with super hearing, super speed, fast healing. In another swift motion, she was at the door of her living room. The room was a mess. Broken furnitures, broken glasses, splatters of blood. Some fractures of woods sticking out from the wall.

Jasmine always loved to gush about how there could be werewolves around us ever since she read a book about them. “This guy is too hot to be human, Ava. Only werewolf males can be as beautiful as that!” She replied as if she couldn’t be more wrong. “You are talking as if you have met one of them before,” I said with an eye roll. “I wish I get to meet them. And I wish I can get married to one of them one day. Waking up for the rest of my life beside such eye candy is an eternal blessing.”

The gray wolf even thought a little darkly, even if she liked some wolf, she wouldn't mind, because she was now married to him. She had marriaged him, a crippled, crippled gray wolf, who had lost everything. His chest suddenly ached, his anxiety billowing, a pain and torment that he had never felt before.. His little wife, perhaps she loves another werewolf. Maybe because life pushed her, she couldn't help but marry him. It just happened that he was also a werewolf, so she could call him husband. So she treated him well, just because of some "strong werewolf" that she mentioned.

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

She stood there, a beacon of warmth and desire, beckoning me to join her for a tender farewell. Without hesitation, I activated my wolf climbing claws, a unique ability bestowed upon my werewolf form. With agile precision, I scaled the wall, reaching her window effortlessly. Jasmine opened it, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. I slipped into her room, the ambiance filled with a charged energy. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, entwined in a passionate embrace. Time seemed to stand still as our lips met, igniting a fire within us that defied reason and restraint.