Lycan La Vida Loca

By Breukelen Girl

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Growing up Werewolf

Perception

Lycan La Vida Loca

Alpha

Lunar Nights

Of Wolf and Male

Beasts of Burden

Nature Of The Beast – coming in 2013

Reasons

Revenge

Wild Life

The Pack

Lunar Night Stand

Werewolf Storm – coming in 2013

Bleeding Hearts

Werewolf Bites

References made to being hunted can be found on blog posts

The Hunter

I am

References made to lunar week can be found on blog posts

Lunar week

Best part of lunar week

References made to Conall Wakely can be found on blog posts

The thing with Conall

Above all else

Suck it up baby, suck it up!

I believe things happen for a reason. You just have to look for that reason, because sometimes, it’s not obvious. At seventeen years of age, Booker Parish and his younger brother, Hooper, gotgot lost in the back streets of Brooklyn, New York. What they didn’t know was it was lunar week.

The one week a month when the werewolves of Brooklyn come out to play. All the werewolves of New York City would indulge in their animal side for the full week. A lunar week is the week leading up to the full moon, when all werewolves are affected by the pull of the moon over their physiology.

It’s somewhat of a myth that werewolves only shape shift under a full moon. Well, a partial truth, if you will. All are compelled to shape shift on a full moon night. But all those other nights and indeed days, leading up to the full moon night, affect each werewolf differently. Most Alpha’s are the ones that the myth is built on. They shape shift on a full moon. But can hold out for the rest of the time.

But being an alpha werewolf is rare. Most packs are made up of beta wolves, like me. Beta werewolves are more likely to have to shape shift from the start of the lunar week onwards till the finish. Booker and Hooper wanted to see Roller Derby. Hot girls in fishnet tights beating the crap out of each other on skates, had appeal to their teenage hormones. The boys however had gone too far on the subway, and emerged in an unknown area. They figured they’d walk a few blocks back to where they thought they needed to be. Maybe see something that wasn’t on the tourist map.

They did. It would be the last thing they saw that night. They were jumped, by what they thought at the time, was a street gang. Only it turned out the street gang, was in fact, very bored, werewolves who saw a chance to have some fun. It should be noted, that the word ‘fun’ to a werewolf at any time could be considered dangerous. Werewolves don’t have the same limitations or inclinations that humans do. ‘Fun’ to a werewolf on a lunar week, could be lethal.

Now you might think, because Booker and his brother were jumped and subsequently attacked in Brooklyn, that would mean the werewolves responsible were from Brooklyn. But that wasn’t true.

New York City has five werewolf packs. The Breukelen pack from Brooklyn, are the third largest. And whilst there were werewolves on the streets of Brooklyn that night, it does not mean they were Breukelen werewolves.

You see, there are rules that are “supposed” to be adhered to, specifically for instances like this. Of course, not everyone plays by the rules. So whilst these reckless werewolves decided to change the fate of Booker and Hooper’s lives, it can’t be said for certain, who those wolves were, or which pack they were from.

Then there are the lycans living amongst the werewolves. The wolves who were not born natural werewolves, like me. These are born human and turned into wolves, by werewolves, through a bite, or physical attack on their body. Turns out, having lycans in werewolf territory is harder to police than you’d think. Lycans are incredibly aggressive to anyone, human or werewolf alike. So you might think perhaps it was a group of lycans that attacked Booker and Hooper. Not a pack. Lycans are never a ‘pack’. But nobody really knows. The Parish brothers don’t remember much of that traumatic event.

They were both extremely lucky to live through the attack. Victims of werewolf attacks have to hope that the wolf doesn’t severe anything vital in the human body. They have to have the strength to endure the attack. They have to have the mental will to want to fight through the wracking infection, known as lycanthropy that enters into the bloodstream. They have to be able to endure the infection’s control over their body.

The Lycanthropy infection, that turns humans into wolves, is fast. It enters the blood stream, when the victim in question is being attacked. If a victim can get through that first forty eight hours, it’s usually considered a good sign.

Because getting through the infection is horrifically bad, but then getting through the first shape shift is a lot to ask of a human body. So for both brothers, who could not escape their attack unscathed, it was considered a miracle that they survived. They were left for dead, bleeding, under a luminous moon, when Brooklyn’s residents knew to stay off the streets.

As they lay near death, a shift worker on his way in to work discovered their bloody bodies. He rang the police, who called the paramedics, even though the man reported them both as dead. The man could be forgiven though. They looked dead.

Coated in so much blood, it was a wonder they had any left inside themselves to keep pumping through their veins.

Booker and Hooper were hustled off to a hospital, which happened to have a ’friendly’ working in emergency. A friendly is a human who’s willing to help and protect werewolves, should they require assistance in the human world. This friendly recognized the signs of a werewolf attack. He called the Breukelen Pack.

The leading Breukelen Alpha called on his pack to track down those responsible for the attack. By the time the werewolves got to the attack site, Police forensics had already been over the scene. But a werewolf has better senses than a human. We can see the greatest detail, scent smells that the humans just can’t. We can follow a blood trail for miles. We can remember a scent forever. The one thing we can’t do is beat mother nature herself.

When the heavens opened up and brought the rain crashing down, the werewolves lost any hope of capturing a scent that would lead them to those responsible for the Parish brothers attack.

The attack was considered not only a heinous crime in the human world, but an insult of grave consequences in the werewolf world.

Both brothers were put into medically induced comas to improve their survival rate.

later.

We were all on Parish-brothers watch detail. Partially, for their own protection and also to see if we could find out who had done this to them. I was sitting in Booker’s room, when he first came to and opened his eyes.

I watched him check out his surroundings. Then those brown eyes, landed on me. I stood slowly as he continued to hold my gaze and look me over.

“You’re in a hospital. You were attacked, do you remember that?” I asked. It’s a horrible question to ask. The guy had barely been alive all week and I was asking a question that could put him straight back into shock. He kept looking at me. Remaining silent. Suspicious.

“I don’t want to alarm you. But you were muttering the name Ben.” His eyes widened as I spoke “Is that the other guy’s name?”

He started to shake his head and pull at the tight hospital sheets encasing him in the bed.

“You shouldn’t try and get up, you’re in no condition to..” But he’d already ripped the sheet back from his chest. Even at seventeen, Booker Parish was athletically built.

“Where’s my brother?” his voice was gruff and dry and had barely any volume to it.

But I’m a werewolf, I can hear heart beats. I heard him as well as if he had been yelling into my ear. I walked over to the bed and picked up the water bottle next to him as he kept struggling with the sheet.

“You should rest, have some water.” He grabbed my wrist. I was alarmed by the strength of his grip. Humans can be strong, but I am stronger. This guy felt like he could throw me across the room, with a flick of his wrist. It was the lycanthropy in his system. He was already a lycan. He just didn’t know it yet. I knew it, the moment he grabbed me. He’d still have to endure the shape shift later, but he was alive, as a lycan. I wondered how he’d be told. That information wasn’t my job to deliver, which I was extremely grateful for.

Then his nostrils flared, as we held our Mexican stand off, staring at one another in the silence of the hospital room. He inhaled a deep breath and I watched him, glance me over again. His senses were already heightened. He’d picked up my scent, but he wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“You’re brother Ben, is fine. He’s alive. He’s..”

“Not Ben. Hooper.” He gasped, loosening his grip on my wrist, without letting go. “I’m Ben. Benicio.” He fell back against the pillow and let go of my wrist, it was taking a toll on his energy levels to remain half upright.

“Ben,” I repeated with a little smile. I offered the glass of water ignoring the burning sensation around my wrist.

“Everyone calls me Booker.” He muttered.

“It’s been a long week. When you were brought in, neither of you had any ID on you, police figured…” I stopped. He was staring at me hard again as he snatched the glass quickly and skulled the water down hurriedly.

“We’ve been in here a week? Where? Where’s Hooper?” he asked abandoning the water glass and sitting upright on the side of the bed. “My mother….have to tell her.”

“Whoa, big guy, Hooper’s next door, he’s still sleeping, he won’t be awake. But he’s doing fine.” I replied stepping back slightly, when I realized just how big and broad he was. He hadn’t looked so big when he was lying down. But even half way to upright, this guy dwarfed me. He had to be at least six foot.

Booker got to his feet and pushed up off the hospital bed. He tried to rip the I.V. tube out of the back of his hand, rather unsuccessfully. He took one step forward and collapsed onto the ground, dragging the I.V. drip and holder crashing to the floor with him. I rushed over to him, as his eyes fluttered shut again. His body was still trying to cope with the lycanthropy in its system. Any normal person would have called for help to get him back into the bed. But I’m not normal.

I may have been a fifteen year old beta wolf at the time, but even at fifteen I could bench press a 165 pound human male. I got him up under my shoulder and shuffled his very muscular form back into the bed. I would have made a great hospital orderly. I tucked him back into the bed and looked down at my wrist, already bruising from the grip he’d had on it. If he had gripped a human that tightly he would have snapped the wrist in half.

It would be another four weeks before I saw Booker again. By that time, he had officially become part of the Breukelen pack. His brother, Hooper, had chosen not to join us. He left Booker in Brooklyn, alone.

What Booker didn’t know at that stage, was that lycans are generally not taken into wolf packs. They never seem to fully assimilate. Booker too, would have been left to fend for himself after his eventual hospital release, if I hadn’t stepped in.

The Breukelen alpha didn’t see Booker and Hooper as his responsibility. Yet, he must have felt something, since I would find out later on, that he had paid for all their medical requirements.

It was me who decided, we owed both brothers more than a quick patch up job. I said as much to him. I argued for the Parish brother’s inclusion into the pack. I recruited my siblings, to press my father for their inclusion.

Booker would be taken under my older sister Bodil’s wing. As it was decided since she was closer to Booker’s age, she would be the one to help him adjust to pack life. I wouldn’t really get to know Booker Parish till about three years later. I’d have small interactions with him. But it wasn’t until then that Booker and I formed a close relationship.

I guess it might have had something to do with me reminding him of the day he’d woken up a lycan. He’d scented me and scent gets locked into our memories. So mine, was linked to the discomfort and unhappiness of that day for him. It’s no wonder we hardly talked. He could probably barely stand to look at me because of that reminder.

To the outside world and to the Breukelen Pack, Booker had found his place amongst us. But internally, he was still a whirl of mixed emotions from the attack. It was still impacting on him, it was still a big part of his life. Especially considering, the attack had slammed a giant wedge between Booker and his brother, which hadn’t been fixed.

It was at the end of my eighteenth birthday party, when everyone had gone home for the night that Booker and I ended up talking with one another. After several rounds of shots into the wee hours of the morning.

“Okay, I’m going to grant you the birthday privilege of being allowed to be the only person to call me Ben.” Booker started off with, once we were alone.

“The privilege?” I laughed at him.

“Yeah, only my mother calls me, Benicio. All my friends call me Booker. You called me Ben when we first met. So I guess that means you get to have that name tag, for me.” He said raising a shot glass in salute at me. “And you are the birthday girl, so you know…”

“Privilege.” I muttered happily.

“Only, there’s one condition – you can only call me it in private. In public, I’m still Booker.”

“Calling you Ben, it’s almost as good as your birthday gift to me.”

He smiled back at me widely. “You like it?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Good, I’ve never been particularly good at shopping for girl gifts.” If anyone had been watching us, they’d have thought we were flirting with one another. And that we were drunk.

They’d have been right. On both counts. We were both from the same wolf pack, without a pack mate. And there was a definite attraction sparking away between us.

“So, you haven’t told me why everyone calls you Booker. How’d you get that name?” I asked downing another shot of tequila.

“Oh it’s a childhood nick name. I was always burying myself in comic books. Like to the point of near obsession. I loved the comic book world and all its monsters. Now I feel like I am one of them.” He replied trailing off with a sigh.

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so I let the silence hang. “Anyway, one of my friends, came up with the name and it stuck. They’ve been calling me it, ever since.” That was how we bonded. He shared a part of himself, with just me. Everyone in the pack accepted him as Booker the Breukelen lycan. I don’t think anyone in the pack outside of me and my father, knew his real name.

“I’m glad you decided to be a Breukelen.” I said softly, sitting with my back to his back, propping one another up. I felt him half turn his head. We hadn’t spoken to one another about his attack since the day he’d woken up. Talking about his birth name was about as close to anything as we’d ever come acknowledging what had happened to him.

I felt Booker pull away from me and he shuffled around the floor till he was facing me.

“I’m glad too.” He replied softly, leaning forward and holding my chin in his hand, and kissing me softly. “Happy Birthday.” He muttered in a low voice, and continued kissing me.

The kiss was soft and gentle and tasted of heat. His scent was like coffee swirled with platinum and I let myself take that in as we deepened the kiss. We scrambled closer together, until Booker had pulled me across his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and splayed my fingers through his hair. And still we kissed. His hands slid down my back and cupped my bottom as I straddled his lap. I could feel the strain of his erection through his jeans rubbing against me, under my skirt. Booker held me close. So close, that every time I took a breath, my breasts rubbed up against his t-shirt, making him moan lightly in response.

“Shh.” I muttered between feathered kissed along his jaw line. “Don’t want to wake everyone up.” Of course, that broke the spell. I maybe a werewolf who is super strong, has excellent hearing and night vision. But I am so clueless when it comes to romance, love, dating and men.

The wolves, I can understand most of the time. Now. But at eighteen, I was fairly naive.

Booker pulled back from me slightly. Like he just realized what he was doing. He was kissing one of his best friend’s little sister. He looked at me and started to open his mouth.

“Don’t you dare.” I muttered back at him sternly. He started to smirk. “Ben.” I replied.

“What? You don’t even know what I was going to do.”

“You were going to apologize for kissing me. And if you do, I swear to Fenrir, that I will make sure absolutely everyone in all of New York, knows your real name!”

“Swear to what?” He asked, frowning at me.

“Fenrir.” I repeated back at him. “It’s a famous, werewolf. He was like, the uber beast, total savage.” I explained as he brushed my hair back over my shoulder.

Later on, I would find out, that I was the first woman and the only werewolf, he’d kissed since he’d been attacked. He’d been too scared of what might happen with a girlfriend or a sexual partner to get involved with anyone, since being turned into a lycan. So he avoided the human females. And he wasn’t really ready to tackle the overtly sexual nature of the werewolf females in Brooklyn.

We kept talking, me sitting in his lap, tequila bottle emptied. The night sky slowly lightened and we talked.

He’d been attacked, his life forever changed because of the attack. I opened up and told him how I had been hunted, when I was fourteen years old, because I was born a werewolf. That attack on me, was when I’d first started to go through my shape shift to full grown werewolf. In a time when I was barely aware of who I was, I got hunted and tortured both in human form and werewolf form. I understood what Booker must carry with him, especially whenever he was around me. That’s when Booker realized we had a commonality to bond over.

We fell asleep with me laying atop of him, in one of the sun chairs out the back of my house. His arms wrapped around me. The world outside of us, non-existent. Of course, that lasted for the briefest moment of time. We awoke with the familiar sense of trepidation and the realization of where we were – at my family home, the house of the Alpha whom Booker now looked up to, the same place his new best friend, my sister Bodil slept at. We practically flew apart at the sight of my little brother Joss looking down at us with curious silence.

Things returned to normal after that. It was like a rude slap in the face for me. Like the intimacy of the night before, didn’t exist between us. I was just a kid to him. His friend’s kid sister, his Alpha’s youngest daughter. I think it’s thoughts like this which put distance between us again. Our interactions were limited to formal niceties.

It was on the next lunar week, that I’d come back to that intimacy with Booker again. We were both headed in to The Reflex, bypassing the queue, we stopped and looked at each other.

“I thought you weren’t one for the clubs.”

Booker shrugged his shoulders loosely. “Thought I should give ‘em go.”

I nodded my head, silently disappointed. “So you going in?” Such an obvious question, considering the bouncer had been about to pull back the velvet rope to let me through.

“Um, no, I was just um…I’m heading home.” It was the most pathetic of lies, anyone could have seen through what I was saying. Booker looked at the club entrance and back at me.

“I’ll walk with you.” He said as we both suddenly bypassed the club and walked away. We started talking and laughing and eventually holding hands. It was a big step for Booker.

“The thing about the attack is. I don’t remember it. It’s blocked. Every time I try to picture a face, I get nothing. I don’t even remember what the area we were found in looked like.”

“So you don’t remember anything about your attack, at all?”

“I remember the before stuff with Hooper, then there’s this gap and then there’s you.” He said stopping and turning to me. “I remember crisp cotton sheets, vanilla and fur. But that’s all sensory, not visual. It’s a weird thing to have in your head.”

“What part of being a wolf isn’t weird?” I asked lightly with a half smile. He looked up the path from us at an unlit house we’d stopped out the front of. We’d unconsciously walked our way down to his house.

“This is my place, do you want come in?” The invitation was formality, but not needed. We’d both settled back into our comfort zone with one another. Again, the night belonged to us and we, to each other. Two souls who were gently treading around one another, waiting for the other to make everything okay, again.

Once the door was closed and we were safely inside and the world was shut out, it didn’t take long. We shared a snack, feeding each other, before Booker pulled me into his embrace.

“I like feeling you this close to me.” He said before kissing me. It seemed to erupt a need inside both of us, a feeling we had been fighting to say wasn’t there.

We had forever to discover this new feeling between us.

So we savored skin, and flesh, touch and sound. Booker licked his way down my neck, till his teeth grazed my breast and pulled on my already straining nipple. My fingers raked down his back, marking him lightly, and turning him on fiercely.

Booker’s fingers pushed inside of me and I moaned loudly, at the slick sound it created of feeling him there, centering me to him. I’d never made love to anyone and Booker hadn’t made love to anyone since he’d become a lycan. We were two wolves, engaging in the sensuality of escapism, of love. We engulfed ourselves in the passion of making love to one another.

It was a heady night of desire, one that will never leave my memory. I wanted him and he wanted me. The cover of night, heightened by the sensations arousing us on a lunar week, were exhilarating and exciting and we both wanted more and more.

In the light of day, things changed. Booker at night, was not Booker in the daytime.

He felt more at ease, more himself at nightfall. In the daytime, there was too much to think about, too much reality. He wasn’t as at ease with himself or me, as he was when it was night time.

So things returned to that semblance of being nice to one another, without association of obvious feeling. We both put on a display of casual denial, which we pretended we were both okay with.

I don’t know if I figured we were going anywhere or if it’d work out. Considering he ran with my sister and her co-horts, I knew everyone seemed to regard me as some sort of precious commodity.

I can honestly say I hadn’t been after more than what was on offer that night together. But if there had been more, I’m sure I would have queued up and waited for it.

But I was never given that option. Booker never gave me the wrong impression. He wasn’t mean to me. He was just Booker, trying to live his new life, as a pack lycan, in Brooklyn.

Four weeks later, Booker started hanging out in the night clubs.

I hooked up with Conall Wakely.

And that was the end of my hopeless little romance with Ben Parish.

References made to being hunted can be found on blog posts

The Hunter

I am

References made to lunar week can be found on blog posts

Lunar week

Best part of lunar week

References made to Conall Wakely can be found on blog posts

The thing with Conall

Above all else

Suck it up baby, suck it up!

Werewolf storm – coming in 2013

I guess you could say I was having the day from hell.

Well, it didn’t exactly start out that way, and I may have caused a little of the trouble myself, when I managed to ditch the protective detail of werewolf bodyguards who were assigned to me. But beyond that, the rest of my day, was well and truly outside of my control. Which was a bit like my life as a Breukelen pack werewolf.

Meeting shape shifting doctor, Megan Marisini from the Neiwe Teme Pack in New Jersey, New York, kind of blew my mind well and truly open. Nothing like discovery you’re not who you thought you were for your whole life, to change your day. That and say a super storm. I didn’t know about the warnings and couldn’t evacuate in time to before the storm hit and tilted my world on an axis I never saw coming.

Alpha

Bodil Sommers has never been one for attention, but as the lunar week approaches and the moon rises high in the night sky, she’s going to get a lot of it, from various werewolf males. Doesn’t help if you’re the leading pack alpha’s daughter and every werewolf in the tri-state area wants a piece of you. And not necessarily in a good way.

Two of the males pursuing her are from her own pack and proving more than a enough to keep up with. Nick Olsen an alpha and Boden Jennings a beta werewolf who are always fighting one another. They’re supposed to be the better option, than giving herself over to another pack’s alpha male or having to win her right to date, through dominance fighting.

But Bodil finds her paws full when neither male will back down and she can’t figure out what she wants, let alone who she wants, as well as having to stop an impending turf war with another werewolf pack, all before full moon. Who new dating was so complicated?

New York, leave it to the wolves.

Beasts of Burden

A Side Show Story related to the full length novel The Nature of the Beast

Bg Sommers is in Seattle to catch up with her good friend, and fellow beta werewolf, Sonny Charleston. As usual, a night out on the town wouldn’t be a night out if trouble didn’t follow them and bring Bg more attention than she can handle. When the dangerous looking alpha werewolf, Paris D’arenberg sets his sights on her.

Bg’s heart knows it’s in trouble, even before the end of the night. As thoughts of her relationship with her pack mate Conall Wakely back home fade, she realizes her heart is willing to be taken and not by just anyone.

Returning home to Brooklyn after her mind opening weekend away, Bg comes face to face with all aspects and werewolves, of her love life. In order for her to find true happiness, she has to make some personal decisions about it and risk herself in the process.

Is she a fearlessness werewolf to truly try and unburden the beast that is her werewolf heart? Conflicted she must conquer what her heart truly desires and understand that it is okay to seek love and to love fully.

Wild Life

Addison Harrington is used to leading a pretty wild life. After all, you don’t get to be a werewolf and be normal, as such. As an alpha werewolf and second in command of the Manhattan Maen werewolf pack, he’s very much used to living the werewolf way of life. He’s up to his neck in werewolves, daily, nightly and at all times.

So when he finds himself face to face with Cassidy Owens, a non-werewolf female at a pack party, he becomes a little intrigued in the human species. Even if he is somewhat unsure of what to do, other than have some fun. But can he have fun with a human woman? His version of fun? After all, Addison’s never been one for human companions, or relations as such.

As the lunar week approaches, Addison finds himself drawn to Cassidy. But his werewolf lifestyle could spell trouble, for the both of them. Before Addison can figure out how to break it off with Cassidy, she is dragged, kicking and screaming into the werewolf world at large. Addison finds he must save Cassidy as much as he must save himself by confronting his own feelings for a human. Feelings he thought he’d never have.

Bleeding Hearts

Not all Werewolf packs are equal, and not all werewolves are equal either. Doll and Jeremy are 'strays', werewolves without a pack. They witnessed the decimation of their pack by a pack of Alpha werewolves. After escaping their imprisonment, they find themselves far away on the other side of the country, the shores of the Pacific, amongst the Seattle Alki Pack.

Can these two young strays overcome their fears of alpha wolves to forge a new life with new pack-mates?

And when an old enemy reappears to claim them, will the trust in their new pack be stronger than their need to flee? Will the Seattle Alki help them fight for their very lives? Or leave them broken hearted, bloodied and torn apart, for the wolves?

Werewolf Bites

A short story collection of Werewolf erotica from various pack wolves:

Doll and Luke are werewolves from the Seattle Alki who have try to sort out some relationship issues, through a bit of sexual game role playing.

Lycan Booker Parish wants his human girlfriend, Torrens Vez over his knee to discipline her for wearing such a taunting mini skirt to work.

Bodil Sommers finds gift giving, after a shopping spree to her pack mates, highly pleasurable.

Jules Teehlan is an alpha werewolf from the Manhattan Maen and more than happy to do his bit for his pack when he is invitead to a party where sex is played with power.

Addison Harrington finds his hands, mouth and body full when he attends a party of power and privilege on pack business.

Lunar Night Stand

A Side Show Story related to the full length novel The Pack.

Gabby Colton is cool, calm and very collected, most of the time, she has to be, she’s an alpha werewolf from the Manhattan Maen werewolf pack. Which means living by expectations and pack rules and standards. But having Conall Wakely turn up unexpectedly on her doorstep during a lunar week, throws the alpha female. But then Gabby sees an opportunity worth taking.

There is history between Conall and Gabby and it isn’t at all good. So what good could come from these two meeting up without anyone to pull them apart? Then again, Conall Wakely’s never been a model good guy. So why not indulge in his bad boy behavior? Besides, what’s the worst an alpha female werewolf could possibly do to him, other than break his balls?

This is what happens when young Breukelen beta werewolf, Conall Wakely decides to pay a house visit to Manhattan Maen’s fiercest alpha female, Gabby Colton.

The Pack

On an irregular lunar week in Manhattan New York, odd things are happening. The Werewolves of New York City are acting up. And it seems everyone is affected, even Manhattan Maen pack leader, Paris D'arenberg.

But does Paris see the chaos around him or is he used to it? His pack mate Bg tries to warn him that something is coming. But what would be brave enough to come for an alpha werewolf? Especially a pack leader like Paris. Or is Paris not the real target of these strange events? As the lunar week unfolds, Bg and the Manhattan Maen werewolf pack will have to face something unexpected and unprecedented happening to them. Which will require making the hardest decision of Bg's life. How can her love for Paris survive, if he doesn't?

Revenge

What happens to a werewolf on a lunar eclipse? Well, one werewolf in particular. The follow on from Reasons. Gabby and Bg sort out a few differences between them.

Reasons

Everything happens for a reason, right? And everybody's got their reasons for doing what they do, right? So explain to me, Breukelen Girl, why an Alpha female werewolf hates my guts enough to try and kill me.

This is the story of what happens when two female werewolves, one Alpha - and one Beta - from differing packs, do not get along and animosity grows into hatred and hatred becomes, an action that in unavoidable. For either werewolf.

Lycan La Vida Loca

My love life is complicated. Because I'm a werewolf. I think it's always been complicated. In part due to my first serious romance. Because he's my alpha pack mate's friend. My pack mate doesn’t know this. To make matters trickier, my first true love is a lycan. Werewolves look down on lycans. So how would my pack mate look at me, if he knew I'd given my virginity to a lycan?

Werewolves do not like to think of lycans as equals to them. So to fall in love with a lycan would be considered bad for a werewolf like Breukelen Girl. But to fall in love and then make love to a lycan, would be considered the worst thing a werewolf could do.

Especially for a werewolf like Breukelen Girl, from the leading pack family in Brooklyn, New York.

Of Wolf and Male

My love life is complicated. Because I’m a Werewolf. I broke up with my boyfriend, he’s from the same pack as me. He doesn’t appreciate me going out with an Alpha male from another New York Pack. Males, wolves, I swear they’re all the same. They just want to claim something as they’re own. Namely me.

Two male werewolves, one beta, one alpha and one female. An ex boyfriend, a new boyfriend, two different packs. Somehow all the trouble that involves the female wolf at the center of their interest, comes down to who slept with her first. Who she has given her virginity to.

It'd shock both male wolves if they found out it was neither one of them.

Perception

At the age of fourteen I was attacked by a pack of wild wolves, at the age of fifteen I found out there were wolves attacking humans in my home town of Brooklyn. This was the beginning of my relationship with Booker Parish. A lycan. A big no-no in the werewolf world.

One I couldn't resist.

Growing up Werewolf

I was fourteen years old once. I was a naive pup. Waiting for my shape shift to happen for the first time. The thing with a first time is it’s always the time you remember. The one that you carry with you always in the back of your mind. You think you know what to expect, but you never do. Especially if you don’t see it coming and it’s nothing like you imagined. Nothing you’ve been told before. It can’t be undone once it’s done.

Once you become a werewolf.

Lunar Nights

A short collection of werewolf erotica in bite size pieces.

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Katelyn Phoenix leads a low life. She’s never had a life full of privilege, prominence or affluence. But she’s always been able to see the truth in other people, it’s always been her gift. Because Katelyn’s not your average human female. She’s a truth-sayer and being one of those is rare and highly, valuable if you want to commit personal espionage on others.

Katelyn’s never had a problem with what she does, it’s not for her to question the ethics of it. Because nobody ever questions her, when she gets them what they want to extort over others. If they’re willing to pay the right price for her services.

Tarin Armadel is more than willing to pay the price for hiring Katelyn Phoenix. Because in the supernatural world of Melbourne, Australia, Tarin’s not what he seems at first glance either. He comes from the shadows of a cold Melbourne night, to make a proposition to Katelyn that’s too good to refuse. Especially when it involves the mysterious, Tarin in it.

Katelyn finds herself entering the supernatural world she’s only ever been on the fringes of before, and falling deeper, and deeper for Tarin in the process. But she’s unable to read Tarin, which is something of blessing and a burden. How is she supposed to know what she’s getting into with him? He’s everything she’s never had before in her life and there’s probably a very good reason for that. If only she could get to the bottom of the truth to find out before its’ too late.