Alastor X Reader Ao3 Novels & Stories

As the Assistant Manager, her words were final, after the Manager's obviously. After attending to the last customer and confirming that the staff had all gone home, I went to the store, collected the trash, and headed out back to get rid of it as Alicia had instructed. Getting there, I threw the bag of trash into the garbage can then I turned, about to make my way back inside, when I heard a Male voice. “If it isn’t the fierce little witch.” I turned around to see the leader of the Panther shifters from yesterday, he was surrounded by several more of his kind. Witch?

Sam mutters, turning sharply. “You know what?… I did it,” Logan boasts, his face bruised and his leg in a cast. “Note… maldemium… cora teistal,” he murmurs. As he speaks the last word, pain slices through my chest. My ears ring and the air grows heavy. “Estela, what’s wrong?!” Sam shouts, holding me. “The veil,” I whisper, sitting up. “The destined alpha…?” he mutters. “It was the piece… idiots… it’s done. Say hi to Laila,” Logan screams before disappearing.

"And... we're family too. Why are you acting like this?" At the word family, Viktor’s grip on my neck tightened just a fraction, not enough to hurt, but enough to ground me. He pulled me slightly closer, until my chest was flush against his. The heat radiating between us was scorching. "We are not family, Astoria," he growled softly, his eyes dropping to my lips, heavy with a promise that made my stomach flip in a dizzying mix of fear and intense craving. “We never were.”

Three to four slaps would be enough to wake her up from this dream. "Yes. Gior Frauzon. The Alpha's son you have been obsessing about. " Senia stated, feeling extremely annoyed by Aesthelia's stare. 'I need a slap, come on.' Aesthelia thought as she pinched and slapped both of her cheeks. Aesthelia's mind started to wonder if the situation was the same as those who transmigrated to a novel. Is she given a chance to be with her favorite male lead character, Gior Frauzon?

I asked, leaning against the countertop. “I don’t know,” he said, running a hand through his hair. He looked defeated. “It could be anyone. Victoria… she’s getting more powerful every day, Allison. What she did to me… it wasn’t just telling me what to do. It was like she reached into my head and rearranged the furniture. It’s violating. I don’t feel safe anywhere.” He looked so pathetic and so broken. The mighty Alpha, brought low by a psychic succubus. A week ago, I would have enjoyed it but now, it just felt… sad.

She looked at him—at this Alpha who hadn’t just claimed her body but wrapped himself around her soul. Her lips quivered. “You’ll never be afraid of me?” “I’m afraid of losing you,” he whispered. “But not of who you’re becoming.” Their kiss was slow, but it grew quickly—wild and hungry. Luna straddled him, her hips rocking against his already-hard length. She tore off her shirt, baring the mark he’d given her. Kael’s breath caught. “Mine.” She reached down and freed him, moaning when he slid inside her, hot and thick. They moved together with the kind of desperation born from too many near-deaths and too many truths finally spoken.

One thing the triplets finally realized together was the fact that Anastasia wasn’t as normal or weak as they had all thought. Anastasia seemed to be enjoying the look of pain Alexa seemed to be making and began using her magic to tighten Alexa’s neck. “Pl…please…please,” Alexa stuttered as he choked on her words. “Anastasia!” Draven suddenly shouted as he used his vampire speed to enter the arena and was now a few meters away from her. His voice broke through the defense Anastasia seemed to have built around her and she suddenly fell and began looking around her and even to Alexa.

Letting him search for her sensitive bud himself she groaned, “If you are going to do with my body as you please then I’ll do the same with yours.” She had slowly started gaining her senses back and now that she had realized just how liquid she became in his hands she didn’t like it. Thinking this she felt him stand back up behind her and cupping his hardness through his pants she chuckled, “Already hard for me? I didn’t know my punishment equaled sexual harassment and your pleasure.” “Of course it doesn’t,” Alastor said suppressing a groan that he felt oncoming from the ministrations under her dainty fingers, “It is more for you than for me.”

“Property of Blackfang.” Eyrix felt the collar pulse, reinforcing the claim. Alpha Zac, one of the older Alphas, a scarred giant with steel-gray hair and cold eyes, stepped forward. “You brought an unbonded Omega into our hall.” “Yes,” Ryder said flatly. “And he smells…” Alpha Zac’s nostrils flared, jaw tightening. “Wrong.” Eyrix swallowed. Ryder didn’t deny it. “That’s why he’s here.” A young Rider, younger and visibly shaken, muttered, “I can’t… I can’t think straight.”