Alastor X Vaggie Novels & Stories

Bella snickered and it was my turn to bang the table. “Then should I tell the whole world that it was me Alpha Greyson disvirgined last night?” I said coldly and Bella and Mrs. Flora shivered. “Because I can. And you know what that means right? You would become a laughing stock, for being rejected by the alpha due to promiscuous behaviors, and Mrs. Flora would be tagged a bad mother for not being able to raise her one daughter right. "Calista." Mother called with a gasp seeing the threat in my eyes.

Hecate POV I watched through the thick, hazy steam of my cauldron as the girl scrambled through the brush toward my hut, and I had to smile because her movements were so jerky and desperate that it was clear the blood-bond had finally started to eat away at her certainty. She burst through the hanging vines that served as my door, and she was panting like a hunted animal while her bone mask sat crooked on her face, but I didn't move from my stool because I wanted her to feel the weight of the silence in the room first. The candles flickered as she stomped toward me, and I noticed the violet stains on her collar where she had fed on that boy Theron, so I knew the magic was already weaving its

Vanessa moaned as he lifted her up against the wall and entered her in one hard thrust. “Fuck,” she gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist. Alastair didn’t speak. He fucked her hard and fast, his grip on her thighs tight. Vanessa’s head fell back against the wall as she moaned loudly. “Alastair… yes… harder…” He obliged, thrusting deeper, his face buried in her neck. There was no tenderness in it. It was angry and possessive. Vanessa clung to him, her nails digging into his back.

It felt as if the fires of Hell was giving him stroking his cock. You have one more to remove. The Vampire... His eyes widened, "Vampire?" he panted, his head tilting back as he felt himself nearing his climax. The strongest of all Vampires. He has tricked her. "She's not out of harm's way yet." he moaned as he came, drenching his boxers. The warmth released him, letting him collapse to the floor. He panted, but the ache still remained. He wanted Willow. Needed her. He was desperate to claim her.

he added, the sweetest smile on his face. But Cyrille was taken aback when the man’s fangs protruded from his mouth, as if in a vampire film, and she became even more terrified. “Now, let me taste you once more, my love...” Cyrille awoke sweating profusely, trying to catch her breath. She can’t believe what she’s been dreaming about. She enjoys everything about vampires, but that was the only time she was scared. “Wait, what was that? Why did I have such a random dream?” She kept asking herself, unable to believe what had happened to her. She felt as if she were in a bureaucratic nightmare that she would never be able to escape, no matter how way too obsessed she is with vampires.

I found a chair close enough to the counter and sat there while I pulled Mr Blackwell's schedule on my phone. Vanessa helped me set that up. I never even knew it was possible. I looked through the schedule and made a mental note of the time for meetings, their venue, and the department having them. “Coffee for Ms. Stella.” The barista announced. I walked up to the counter to collect the coffee. “In case you are in a better mood, my name is Alexander.” The barista smiled sweetly before taking one of the paper towels and scribbling on it. “And this is my number.” He slid the towel towards me.

For a while, they sat together in quiet comfort, unaware of the storm brewing downstairs. ~~°~~ Back in the Guest Wing Alpha Vellora was doing her best to hide those hickeys left by Vaughn last night. Vellora stood before the mirror, wearing a silk robe as she inspected the reddish marks scattered across her neck and collarbone. She gritted her teeth. “That insolent mutt. That asshole dared to leave hickeys on my skin. I will kill you, Vaughn Collins.” Alpha Vellora sneered angrily. Cassandra finally entered Vellora’s room without knocking.

I heard the new maids, who are all vampires, will be arriving tomorrow, so I'm hoping they won't be the ones to kill me. I shook my head; now was not the time for that. I need to concentrate on my strategy and come up with something that will help change this family for the better. "Right," I said to myself, nodding. I was about to knock on Miss Ashley's door when I noticed it was half open. When I peered inside, I gasped and held my breath, unable to move. She and Sir Daryl are kissing, and miss Ashley's neck is covered in blood.

It also doesn't help that he feels so strongly, albeit against her will, towards another guy while waiting for him. Aster wasn't dense. She's theorized that maybe the loud goofball her brother drags along on their morning walks was actually her mate. She is part werewolf after all. But she doesn't quite know how to feel about it. She knows that her heart belongs to Xavier right now, and so she continues to ignore the source of the potent scent she so despises and takes delight in at the same time walking next to her brother. She gives her brother a nudge, causing him to bump into Khai and push him away from her in the process.

My wolf is pacing, showing me flashes of her face, her scent, the way her pulse jumped when I touched her. Mine, he growls. Ours. Go back. Claim her. “Not happening,” I say to my empty penthouse. That Friday night when she tripped and our lips touched for maybe three seconds and my wolf surged forward so fast I partially shifted before I could stop it. I spent all weekend convincing myself it was nothing, stress or exhaustion or maybe just my control slipping. But yesterday when I grabbed her, there was no more pretending. Astrid Voss is my mate.