For as long as Emery could recall werewolves had controlled the world. They were wicked beasts, repressing humans in every way possible. Their contact with humans had been limited, until the so-called 'Moon Goddess' began to pair these wolves with humans, creating a bond that no wolf could ignore. From then on, the wolves craved power, their animalistic urges wanting to control the weaker race amongst them, to ensure all wolves mated to a human would be able to find their mate. For over a decade the beasts had dominated the human race, all aspect of a human's life was regulated, an attempt by the beasts to track their supposed mates and take them for themselves.
What the wolves did not prepare for was for some of their human mates to hide from them, to resist them, and that some humans hated wolves to their very core.
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Tears ran down Emery's cheeks, the anguish in her chest consuming her.
"I will never love you!" She screamed at the beast in front of her. His eyes blackened, his muscles flexed and his jaw tightened, never had she been as scared of another being as she was in that moment. He crossed the room towards her, Emery coiled in fear, pressing her body into the bricked corner of her cell. His rough hands clasped her chin, forcing her to stare into the black holes of his eyes.
"I don't know what I have to say to make you realise this, human, but you are mine and you will love me. Mark my words my little mate."
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"Goddess, you're so perfect." he breathed the words, staring up at her as she moved rhythmically up and down above him, her breasts bouncing as he gripped her hips, trying to hold back the wave that he felt building inside of him. She just looked and felt so fucking good.
"Do female wolves mark their mates?" She leaned forward as she asked the question in a low voice, sliding her arms along his chest as she shifted her position, moving her legs close together so that he was even tighter inside of her as his hands came down to grip her ass, thrusting into her from below.
"Yes." he was barely able to gasp out the word. "Not in my pack. But in many- most even- other packs."
"Why not yours?" He felt her mouth slip forward, her tongue teasing the same place he had marked on her body half an hour earlier.
"The men in our pack just haven't allowed it. It's a sign of claiming and-" her teeth grazed the spot lightly, not hard enough to break the skin, but he felt a mixture of pleasure and pain shoot through his body and he drew in a sharp breath, his head tilting back automatically as he offered her better access to the spot.
"It shows that you belong to your mate. Doesn't it? Like I belong to you?"
"Yes." He murmured, gripping her more tightly, so close to the edge he knew he'd lose control at any moment. He only hoped he could bring her to the peak of pleasure again first. He'd thought she was close. "Nova." He knew his voice sounded desperate.
"Can I mark you, Alpha?"
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When Nova stumbles into pack lands and is captured by the Blazing Moon pack she knows that she has to escape. She makes a daring escape only to be tracked down by their Alpha. But their meeting isn't at all what either or them expected. Can he convince her to stay? Or will a petite female rogue be the one to bring down one of the fiercest Alpha's on the continent?
⚠️THIS STORY HAS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE CONTENT. IT IS NOT ADVISED FOR THOSE YOUNGER THAN 18