Novelas de Skylar

Ronan I felt it the moment the cornfield settled, as I ran out of the cornfield after the creepy look Rhea gave me, so I saw the hum of excitement still buzzing, students laughing, some kissing , music filling the air, saturated with instincts. Drawing a slow deep breath through my nose, too many scents layered badly. Fear disguised as fun, Excitement that is moving closer to aggression. Kieran stands near the altar where the offering to the moon goddess is situated, looking professional and untouched, and trained for Alpha leadership, his eyes are hazy. His wolf is too close to the surface, even I could tell and feel it, like a restless pull tugging at my ribs. And I see Rhea in my peripheral vision, she crossed the open space with a deliberate calm, pale festival moon light catching in her hair, her expression composed enough to fool anyone who wasn't paying attention, the metallic stench of blood flowing from her. Students parted instinctively as she passed, attention

RHEAThe cornfield maze closes as I walk back. He knows, fuckkk he knows.Well, that doesn't matter, I have the ring I'm betrothed to him, and nothing can change that. I feel it before I hear it, as the harvest moon starts shining for the night, the big red moon hanging above the maze, looking as if the sky has been cut open.Ronan stands in front of me, not Kieran.I remember the realization landed hard, sharp enough to steal my breath, my stomach twists, nausea turning in my throat.“No.” I whispered. “No, that's not…”This isn't how it goes.The harvest moonlight intensifies all emotion. The corn whispers as if it's alive.Something wakes in me desperate, feral, and wrong.I clamp a hand over my mouth as something fills me.This isn't fear. Fear feels clean, and fear makes sense.This is envy.It's like acid poured straight into my veins, my skin prickles, my mating glands ache. Every breath feels shallow and unsatisfying, like my lungs refusing to work with me. “Why does it hu

RonanI wake up choking, as if someone held my lungs and just decided to let go, my body jerks against the bed, muscles tensing in sharp and ugly pulls.“Easy, easy,” a voice says close. Hands grip my shoulders, firm, grounding. “You're safe. Don’t move.”I smell Kieran's scent all over me before looking up and seeing Ethan.The world comes back into focus in broken pieces. Rough wool blankets scraping my skin, the sting of antiseptic, the low hum of heaters vibrating through the floor. Light filters through the glass.My shoulders burn, not a surface pain, but deep, aching, like something unsettled beneath the skin.The bite aches, and I swallow hard.“I..” My throat feels shredded. “What.”“You fainted,” Ethan says quickly, like he's afraid I'll disappear again if he pauses. “ During the procession. You just went down.”Images rush back in fragments, the crowd, Kieran's face too close, filled with alarm.Shame hits me harder than the pain.“I collapsed," I murmur.Ethan doesn't de

Kieran It's time for the procession, but it needs to be led by two people true to each other. As we all pick a red rope, which signifies the true bond.And we stand at a circle around a burning flame, heat washes over us in a sudden wave, the rope in my hand vibrates, my wolf surges inside me, across the circle Ronan stiffens.I feel the connection between us, like someone hooked a finger in my spine and pulled, not pain or fear.Something calm and beautiful.Ronan's hands grab his shoulders, his breath stutters visibly as he sucks in air, like he's bracing against something only he can feel.My grip tightens on the rope as I struggle between my need to help him and the need to stay at my position and continue the ritual.“Wait…” I start, then stop as Ethan rushes forward.Rhea shifts beside me.Her fingers clench convulsively abound her rope, knuckles white from holding the rope, she sways just slightly then steadies herself with a breath coming out too fast.“Kieran,” she murmurs,

RonanI look down, and I'm standing at the edge of the frozen lake attraction, decorative light wards glow beneath the ice, illuminating cracks spiderwebbing very close to my boots.The ice is too thin, I'm one misstep from falling into the cold ice water.“Easy,” a low growly voice murmurs near my ear, too low and too close to place. “ You don't want to fall now.”By the time I stagger back onto solid ground, the voice that guided me there is gone, dissolved into the crowd like it was never real.I press my palm to my chest and force my breathing to slow. The festival has started, but I don't feel interested, I feel like I'm standing behind glass.I don't feel safe, I think I'm being hunted.“Ronan!” Dax's voice cuts through all the noise, I turn and spot him and Finn near a food stall shaped like a cabin, both of them bundled in coats and impatience. I feel a great amount of relief as i move towards them.Finn studies my face the second I'm close enough. “You look like you had a dea

RonanThe gates are already open when we reach the The bus, “Tickets out, people keep moving,” The Instructor barks, waving us to move forward as the transport train hums, metal and magic moving us faster than I've ever gone.Noise crashes over me in layers, laughter, shouting. The sound of people dragging their trunks and boxes across the pathway. Scents everywhere, unfiltered and unrestrained. Students are going to be themselves for the festival, to let their instincts free, and it's chaos for an Omega nose.I swallow hard and keep walking.Crowds press too close, Alphas flushed with anticipation, Betas buzzing with excitement,My suppressants are pumped to their limit in my systems.I don't feel safe leaving school.I close my eyes for a second, taking a deep grounding breath, and there it is a small thread, warm and unmistakable. Not a scent , more like a quiet pull and awareness.Kieran.I know where he is without seeing him, somewhere behind me, a little to the left. My should

ROMAN I pat my lap and she smiles as she sits like a child across my knee and puts her head on my shoulder. I shake the blanket and spread it over us and she nestles into me. “I love you,” she whispers as she kisses my neck. “I love you too.” I smile softly. “Go to sleep.” I kiss her forehead and before I know it we are both snuggled and content and sleeping like babies. This is the meaning of my life. +++++++++++++++++ Ana I sit and look in the direction of Callie who is putting my lip gloss on. She kisses me gently on the cheek. “It’s here, Ana. You’re going to marry him for realss in front of the whole world this time,” she looks at the clock, “in approximately ten minutes.” A knock sounds on the door. “Come in,” I call out. A Hawaiian girl bows her head and enters with a white gift box and I smile broadly. “For you, Miss Ana,” she says softly. I smile and bow. “Thank you,” I reply as I take it from her. I inhale deeply as I open the card attached.

ANAThe stubble on his face is burning me and I don’t give a damn if it’s a third-degree burn and I need to go to hospital. At this moment, I need this man to do exactly this to me. There isn’t anything else I need more.He swipes his tongue through my flesh again and adds three of his fingers and I jump at the pleasurable sting.“Sshh,” he whispers. “It’s ok, baby,” he comforts.He leans up and kisses me passionately again and my body starts to relax and then he starts to ride me with his hand, deep hard strokes that move my body up and down the bed and which rock the bed so hard it hits the wall. My back is arching off the bed with need. His eyes are locked on mine as my hands find his forearm to feel his muscles tighten with the firce of it movement.“Open your legs wider,” he whispers as his cock hang in arousal. I drop my legs to the bed and my eyes flick to his shoulders where I can see every muscle flex with his movement.He cracks his neck hard and that’s it, I can’t ta

ANAHe smiles into my kiss. “It will always just be us,it has always just been us.” He says into my kiss. He grabs the button of his shirtand starts undoing them at the nape and pulls it off his shoulders, and takes off his shoes and pants. My eyes drop down the magnificent beast in front of me. He is thinner than before but somehow more muscular if possible. There is a distinct V of muscles that runs down his lower abdomen, his six-pack is exposed, as are the wide shoulders and cut arms. I follow his stomach down to his dark pubic hair and then his thick penis that hangs heavily between his legs. I smile as my eyes rise to meet his, and he smirks darkly.“Yes.” He smirks at me.I smile as I shake my head. “You are just so fucking hot,” I whisper,I will never get used to this.His dark eyes hold mine and he cracks his neck hard, there it is. He rips my pants down to the floor as he kisses me deeply.“I need to be fucked hard tonight, Mr Petrov,” I whisper into his kiss. H

Chapter 221ROMAN “Rome , I love you. I love you.” She smiles into my lips and I laugh out loud. “I love you too.” I smile.As our kisses deepen I try to hold off the raging hard-on in my pants. Fuck, this isn’t the time. Ana, who is straddled over me, starts to slowly rock herself backwards and forwards over my cock and I close my eyes to hold off my arousal. She starts to really ride me as her kiss continues.I shake my head. “Ana, you have just been through so much. I’m not taking you like this in the back of a car,” I whisper as I kiss her again.“This is our car. This is our life. And I need you inside me more than I need air,” she whispers defiantly as she rolls her hips again onto my cock. Her eyes darken as her eyes watch my lips.“I need this, Rome. I need you,” she whispers into my mouth and my eyes close in relief. I lean back and undo the buttons on my pants and release myself and she smiles broadly as her eyes glaze over again. She starts to really kiss me as

AnaI sit in the back of the car with a huge smile on my face which I can’t control. I’m going to see him. For the first time in months I’m going to see my love. We are waiting in the car outside the prison exit door located at the side of the prison entrance. There are cars lined up and news reporters telecasting from everywhere and for once I don’t judge them being here. I want the world to see the footage of the moment he is set free.My man is fucking innocent.Sasha and Dimitri are in the front seat and we have brought his Limo at my request. I want to be alone with him on the hour-and-a-half drive home. This is it,I look at my watch again 12:35 pm. He is being released at 1 pm. I clasp my hands nervously on my lap as I wait. Yesterday after the police came I was transferred by ambulance to hospital but thankfully was released this morning.My eyes flick out the window as I think of Gloria and what she went through. I feel nothing but deep pity for her. The level of g

ANAI lie in the hospital bed late at night and the last of the police officers takes his final notes. Sasha and Dimitri are at the end of my bed and haven’t left my side since they found me this afternoon. Thank God they found me. I’m so grateful they were there with me when it ended. I won’t let them out of my sight because I’m worried if I take eyes off them for even a second they are going to disappear and none of this will be real.“Is there anything else you can think of, dear?” the officer asks.I shake my head. “No,” I reply and my eyes flick back up to him. “Actually yes,” I reply slowly“Are you sure he’s ok?” I ask.The officer smiles sympathetically. “Yes, like I told you the last three times. The only person who died today was Gloria Ivanov and she had another gun under her jacket and without a doubt was going to kill you. It was self-defence, Mrs. Petrov. You did the right thing. The other offender, Boris,is under police guard in hospital but he will make a ful