Alastor X Reader Novels & Stories

Power wells up where belief gathers. And belief is easy to bend. I walk toward the edge of the open roof and gaze out across the black forest below. Far beyond those trees lies Kael’s fortress. The cursed Alpha. The man who believes he is hunting me. My laugh is soft. “Oh Kael,” I murmur. “You are so predictable.” When the servant carried my whisper into the fortress, I felt the bond flare between them. Bright. Violent. Unavoidable. Even miles away, Kael felt her.

He was standing in the middle of the room in his naked glory, stroking his manhood and grinning wolfishly. "Take your clothes off!" he ordered, and I obliged. My entire being was braced for Alastor's torture. "You will get pregnant tonight. I need my fucking son!" he roared. I stripped down to nothing. A second later, I felt Alastor's cold hands on my shoulders, pushing my belly to the wall where he took me standing up. It took him minutes to fill me with his seed. ****** FOUR HOURS LATER I lay awake, my body aching from Alastor's rough sex. After he feasted, he drank with his men, then when he was drunk enough, he went out to hunt, as he called it. But the truth was, they went out to tortur

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

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.

It's so disgusting it makes me want to throw up. "Bitch, you're so damn hot..." Alfred whispers excitedly, slapping my ass. We don't even make it to the bedroom of the small apartment because that strange man throws me onto the floor and climbs on top of me, beginning to run his fingers between my buttocks and pressing against my entrance, something that frightens me. "I wonder if you let Nicolae Moonridge have this hole," the man whispers excitedly. "Wait, I don't like anal sex," I say uncomfortably, trying to grab his shoulders and push him away.

CHAPTER 121: The Ghost of Christmas Past.. Except it’s October and My Ex is a Werewolf Allison's POV “That absolute son of a bitch.” I whispered. Derek had always been a loser.. I knew that. You don’t marry a guy like that without realizing he’s got the backbone of an eclair. But this? Threatening Theo? My son? Our son? That crossed every line in the book then set the book on fire and pissed on the ashes! Derek was delusional. He was ragged, he smelled like a wet dog and he was clearly losing his mind. But a delusional man with claws and glowing yellow eyes is still a man who can do some serious damage.

He could just snap my neck in an instant if he wanted to. “Don’t worry, what I’m giving you is more than enough for the help you do for me,” Agatha said, and I peeked discreetly at them. She had her hand on Alastor’s chest and was caressing it gently while the demon looked at me with a face devoid of any emotion. “I want a taste of her blood. You promise me that.” Alastor said, and it made me swallow hard. Was he even for real? He came and built an alliance with them just for my blood?

“If any man got me such a gift I would marry him on the spot. Maybe you should marry him too. Ronin will eventually get used to sharing–” “Zip it!” Liora hissed under her breath, maintaining her smile in case people were watching. She had no clue what Alastor was after, but she knew for a fact that Ronin would kill him if he tried anything funny. Alastor shifted on his feet, looking uncertain. Why was he acting so strange? The Alastor she knew was cocky and self-serving. Why all of a sudden the change of tune? Curiosity winning out over respect for privacy, she reached into his mind and stealthily searched for clues.

But the word spoken by Alpha Rider would tear my heart apart. "Good Evening Alphas, Lunas, and wolves. I have amazing news." He stopped smiling brightly before he continued. "I found my mate, she is none other than Anastazie Lyra Micheals." The crowd broke out in gossip. Some were full of shock and others were jealous. While Rider was a sadistic asshole one could never deny he wasn't good looking. But he didn't deserve her. The cruel stories had circulated through the community. What he did next caught me off guard. My anger flared as he plunged his fangs into her neck. Her cry of pain broke my entire heart.

My breathing was heavy, the silence between all four of was damning, and the bond between us was smeared with a dangerous mix of anger, confusion, mischief and… Arousal. In thick fucking waves. “Are you going to pretend like you don’t enjoy it when we’re possesive of you in the darkest ways?” Ace whispered, his strawberry stained lips calling to me in the nastiest ways. I shook my head stubbornly. “I don’t.” “Yeah?” I heard Xander join in, his body pressed against me from behind and sandwiching me between both men, “you don’t like the fact that we’re so desperate to make you ours to the extent of making sure no one else exists that can lay that same claim to you?”