Alastor Nsfw Romane & Geschichten

CALL ME. And one from a number I didn't recognize: This is Alpha Lucian. Yes, I have your number. I've had it for two years. Sleep well, little wolf. My heart did a strange flip in my chest. This man was dangerous. Dangerous to my plans, dangerous to my heart, dangerous to everything. But Moon Goddess help me, I wanted him anyway. "You slept with him, didn't you?" Petra stared at me across her kitchen table, her eyes wide with shock and maybe a little bit of awe.

He had no school bag on, his tie was practically loose, and the buttons of his inner white shirt were open. The Alpha Prince was supposed to be a role model for the members of the pack, but Alistair looked like the kind of guy whose parents would beg their children not to emulate. “Am I that sexy?” His voice broke my train of thoughts and I stared right back at his face. “Roux,” I called, adjusting my glasses with my fingers. “Don’t you dare come to my house again, or else, you’ll leave here, dead.” “Have you actually tried murdering someone before?” He suddenly asked.

I looked at Alessandro who shook his head, not understanding what the woman was talking about. “You are yet to tell her, aren’t you?” Esther asked, looking at her children. She kept her eyes on Alaric for a second, and shook her head in question. “For a man who has looked for a solution to change himself from the monster…” “I am no monster, nor am I going to use her to heal or lose who I am.” He said, making both Alessandro and I frown. “I am sorry, what?” I asked, stopping the two of them. “What are you two talking about?”

Asher. His figure was a blur of black fury and gold eyes, his chest heaving, jaw clenched. He stood framed in the doorway, muscles tight, rage crackling from him like a live wire. He wasn’t just a man—he was her Alpha, her mate, her wolf barely contained beneath his skin. “Elena,” he rasped. The sound was both a prayer and a demand. She could barely lift her head. Her body, already weakened from the relentless heat, sagged against the chair.

Nyxia Evangeline has always been an outcast—a Beta scorned by her own pack. After the mysterious deaths of her parents, she lives under the suffocating control of her ruthless uncle, determined to reclaim her family's legacy and run away with the man she loves—a human unaware of the dark reality lurking beneath the surface of her world. But when her secret relationship is uncovered, Nyxia is forced into an arranged marriage with Dominico Lombardi, the dangerous Alpha enforcer of the most powerful pack on the continent. However, something far darker has been forced upon her. Through black magic, Nyxia is transformed from a Beta into something far more rare and valuable. As the dark magic

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

he suggested, but I was simply shaken. “How do you find a creature that may be dead?” I sarcastically inquired. “What do you mean?” He was taken aback by the question. "I stabbed her with my arrow head, which has a silver blade, and only a miracle can save her,” I say irritably as I pour wine into my cupboard. I stirred it by silently moving the glass and watching the liquid ripple in time with the movement of my hand. “Alpha, there's a woman here in the North border who claims to be carrying medicine that can cure you,”Alkane, my Omega, reported through our mind link.

My heart sank when I heard body-wracking sobs slip out of his throat. What was wrong? “Albena,” he choked, broken. His face burrowed into my neck, sniffing like a mutt. Albena? Who the fuck was Albena? Okay. We had officially left the realm of normal and entered full-on what-the-fuck territory. I tried to move, tried to push him off, but this Alpha had the strength of a million omegas. And right now, I was the unfortunate victim of his sleepwalking emotional breakdown. His scent flooded my nose wrongly, curled around my thighs, and whispered that I was in deep, deep trouble.

“Her name’s Lisa Adrian. She was caught in the woods—thought she was a witch at first. She’s not.” Alex raised an eyebrow, waiting. He knew me well enough to sense there was more. “She’s a vampire,” I said, keeping my voice low, though the room was soundproofed against prying ears. “Alireza Firouzja’s daughter.” His reaction was immediate—eyes widening, a sharp curse slipping past his lips. “What the hell. You're sure this isn't a trap. A vampire? Here? And Firouzja’s blood, no less.”