"I won't let you get away from me this time. If I have to tie you in this bed, I will. If I have to lock you up in here, I will." She grips my hand tightly holding it up. "If I have to fuck you everyday, I will." -- #3 impotent #4 matingball #117 ratedspg #464 alphafemale #594 ratedr Just a short story. Sorry if there are grammatical errors. I don't speak good English so just bear with me. Thank you. This will be my first story after seven years. If you have criticism to comment, please don't be rude. Thank you. This is fictional. Any names and places are fictional. All rights reserved ® 2020 Thanks to my sister for the cover.

"Should we get divorced?" . . . . . . The official AU (Alternative Universe) of D.T.R

Because their Alpha angered many packs in the past, the whole pack undergoes strict training to prepare themselves from any attacks headed their way. One wolf, however, can't seem to succeed in any of his trainings. That's why the Alpha assigns the 3rd best wolf (after the Alpha and Beta) as his tutor. Thing is, the day of his first lesson is the day he's suppose to search for his mate.

[ F A N F I C T I O N ] WARNING! SMTS AHEAD! (R - 18!) Under editing but feel free to read! An encounter between between an alpha and an omega. Y/n a jobless recessive omega who's always on the edge of everything. She's maybe a woman but her tomboyish and gladiatorial attitude almost always brought her to ugly circumstances. What would happen if she met a rare, extremely dominant alpha who can make every omega kneel before him with just a whipped of his scent? WARNING ! ! ! Contains explicit content! Read at your own risk! #omegaverse #the cover is not mine. Credits to the owner. #fanfiction STARTED: June 08, 2021 ENDED: July 21, 2023

Rocket's plan is simple, get traded to the Wolves, catch a crush, get over it, then maybe date someone for real. He's expecting the crush to be Fenrir, all-star player, golden boy, head captain. It's not. Yeti's plan was harder: keep it quiet until he's out of professional hockey. Ignore it. Don't think about it. Don't act on it. Don't say it. Don't get drunk and let it slip. Don't tell anyone and maybe it will go away. Don't tell anyone and you can ignore it. Then he meets the one person that makes it impossible to ignore. *** WARNING: drinking, heavy language, themes involving internalized homophobia and childhood traumas, sexual content

Being born an alpha means you're on top of the food chain. You can challenge other alphas to take over a pack. You have amazing strength, speed, and endurance. No one looks down on you. Oliver was born in the Northern Pack. He was small as a child, also having been born small to two betas of the pack; his mother having recessive alpha genes. There were yearly parties that celebrated children turning 17. That was the age they could shift into their wolf form and find their mate. Children had the scent of their secondary gender once born, determining what they were from birth. An alpha, beta, or omega. Oliver, who had been excited since the moment he understood what being an alpha meant, was more than excited to shift into his wolf. To find his mate and fall in love. He had already been trained for fighting (all young alpha and beta children were). But the day of the party, at the stroke of midnight, was the moment Oliver's life changed forever. Oliver wasn't just an alpha. No. He was a submissive alpha. Exceedingly rare and looked down upon as unnecessary. Their only use was as a possible breeder to guarantee alpha children; if they tested as fertile. They were given no option to find their mate, practically thrown around as an incubator for any alpha to use at their pleasure. Oliver said fuck you.

Cinde, that's his name. A slave to his family and to anyone he might know. When the eclipse comes to town the werewolf kingdom's only hope at surviving is gathering in the castle, where a shard of moon rock is perched high, graceful in its standing. When he is banned from the ball however the only thing he can do is sneak in despite his family's knowledge. Everything is going fine, that is until he runs into the king, and finds out they are mates... Then attempts runs away, which does not make King Veldore happy, not at all. "King's don't get rejected Cinde, Alpha's don't get rejected." __________________________________________________ Trigger Warning: This story a D/s novel and contains noncon. If you don't know what that means please look it up. ￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣

Ash Willow is the outcast of his pack, the omega runt abused by his stepfather, the head Alpha. Daemon Steele is an alpha of the enemy pack with a violent streak. He's stubborn and cold hearted, he doesn't believe in mates. So what happens when he finds the little omega who ran away from home? Why does he feel drawn to him, despite the mistrust of Ash who comes from the enemy pack? And why does he let this omega keep prying his way into his heart, no matter how much he tries to push him away? Disclaimer: abuse, sexual content, dark/ mature themes

18 year old Theodore Banks has had enough, determinted to change his nerdy homebody ways and get popular with girls, and defeat his bullies, he signs up to an expensive gym, where he meets the famous Maddox Zane, kickboxing champion and Theodore's new personal trainer.

Sven Gale has been rejected. It is final. I mean all the bullying, all the bad treatment, all the harsh words they sucked, but nothing broke his heart like the end to a relationship that never began. Yes he's going to run away, sobbing with his tail between his legs, oh but not before robbing the entire pack and reeking as much well deserved havoc as he can before he disappears. Little does he know, someone is on his tail. Trigger Warning: This is a D/s, noncon novel.