What is the point in writing a book like this? What is, literally, the point? The artistic prose? The thought-provoking story? The depth of character?
No.
You're writing for perverts who are into werewolves and you've got ONE sex scene at the end of book three. And it isn't even close to explicit.
Let me state again:
Your target audience is PERVERTS who want to get off to WEREWOLVES.
And you've failed to satisfy them.
So what was the point of any of it? What a waste of time and energy, on my part and the author's. What a nothing you have to say. What emptiness you have to offer.
Crap like this is the worst and I seriously don't understand what the point of it's existence is. Just write the smut, you're not better than it.
And you end it with a happily married (or what passes for it in wolfland) couple, with the woman PREGNANT. Oh hey yay, so dumb boring traditional human garbage then, thanks.
Repetitive, bad writing, does not pay off.