Alastor X Jambalaya 소설 & 이야기

The marble tub was vast, cool to the touch, filled with steaming water scented with rose petals and exotic oils that curled into the air like whispered prayers. Astra’s hands were gentle but purposeful as she helped Octavia disrobe, the intimacy of the moment brushing away layers of fear. She began to wash Octavia’s skin with soft cloths soaked in lavender and chamomile, her touch delicate, almost reverent. Her voice dropped to a low murmur, as if sharing sacred confidences. “You must understand, Octavia,” Astra began, “Alphas are not like any other wolves. They are storms fierce and unyielding.”

“Not so fast.” We look up and see Alastor in his human form. He has a malicious grin as I see his eyes turn red. He is going to cook us alive. As he prepares to throw a fireball at us he is struck in the shoulder with an ice spear. He growls and glares at Maliyah. “Wait your turn my dear niece.”

“Damon, I’m hoping this is just from the alcohol but please tell me that isn’t a fire I’m seeing sitting on our windowsill…” Damon looked up at where Alessia was pointing and felt his jaw drop in shock. Without a moment to lose, Alessia and Damon sprinted to their building, leaping up the stairs and crashing the door open to find their house in complete chaos. Billy was trembling up on top of Damon bookshelf, hissing and spitting at several onyx bats that swooped by him. Spaghetti Carbonara – or what looked like it – was coating the walls and floors. The rest of the floor was covered in a thick muddy marsh, complete with a stinking bog and a bubbling pit of lava. Max and Sam cowered together

Fiercely, his strong arms encircled mine and he forcefully yanked me away as though I was worth nothing. He stood straight and his next words reeled me back. “I Alpha Jacob son of Alpha Swan and Luna Lola of the Starlit park reject you Caroline Ashton as my mate hereby stripping you of all the rights and privileges bestowed upon a Luna—” “You shouldn't do that” a voice echoed in the darkness.

The room reeked of smoke and cooked meat, layered with something more primal, more alive. The walls bore the weight of history—tapestries depicting hunts, wars, conquests. The chandeliers, crafted from antlers, cast flickering shadows across the long wooden table where werewolves dined with unrestrained vigor. Flesh tore. Bones cracked. Growls wove through conversations spoken in guttural tones. She felt the stares, the unspoken disdain. Human. Outsider. Prey. At the head of the table sat Adolphus. He radiated command, his dark hair falling in a wild mane, red eyes pinning her like she was a curiosity rather than a hostage.

As time went by, my walk became faster, and so did the person behind me. When I was near the second to the last alley, I was ready to do the first move and attack whoever was behind me, but my eyes widened when I saw what it was. Long and sharp claws, and eyes that have the color of a sunflower shine under the light of the moon. Werewolf. And a gamma who looks like he's not in his right mind! F*cking sh*t. Just how lucky I could be tonight to see a werewolf that's not in their right mind?

“What the fuck?” “I said eat, Jaxon,” I warned. “You haven’t had anything since you got back.” I could tell he wanted to argue, but the second he lifted the lid off the soup bowl, the rich aroma hit him—and every complaint died in his throat. “Fuck,” he breathed, already grabbing the spoon. “That smells amazing.” And just like that, our terrifying Alpha raised a spoonful to his mouth without another word. I watched carefully as he chewed the chicken before swallowing. Then his eyes lifted to mine, lighting up with almost childlike excitement.

Caroline stroked my back gently, and I could tell she understood my conflicted feelings toward my past. Then suddenly, I almost choked. Sam and Brandon were making out, her straddling him, and it sure didn’t look like he was gay. But before I could even react, Alpha Blair was growling at them before throwing Sam on his back and shouting at everyone to leave. I think we all could tell that that was a possessive act that only mates that are jealous show. Fuck Sam was Blair’s mate. I looked over at Jake, trying to figure out if we should do anything, and he looked pale. He had his hands on his face, muttering something, and when he locked eyes with me, I knew something was wrong. “Jake… was wro

"No, he is." "I'm Zharn's assistant," she reminded me. "I've seen Sir Cage, and he's not nice. He's a robot, he's programmed, and he's dangerous. Yet, he was nice to you, and he said he'd see you later. Not to mention he has a gorgeous face." "He really does," I agreed. "But it doesn't mean he finds me attractive in that way. Also, I don't think I want a robotic programmed man." "Trust me, you don't want Cage. You want me," Alpha Jax's voice loomed at the back of my head.

There was no one around, perceiving the aroma of a deliciously cooked pasta, I walked down the hallway and took a turn, and there I met L'Angelo Dell Terrore stirring the pan with a spoon. I was stunned for a moment. Well, I had never expected such a sight. The man could cook, fuck! He was created. He looked so perfect in that stance, his eyes fixated on the food on the pan. And suddenly it was on me. His gaze never left me and so did mine. He was staring at me so darkly and so,so... "Come here." He ordered and just like a lamb led to the slaughter ground, I walked towards him.. He held my hand and dropped the spoon on it.