Albert Wesker X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

Annabella "I, Annabella, Collins, except you, Wesley Harris, as my alpha. I asked for acceptance into your pack." I repeated back to him. He smiled, and My world tilted on its axis. He took my hand into his and slid his claw across my palm, lifting it to his mouth and accepting my blood. I was surprised when he didn't continue to drink. I am sure this isn't supposed to be erotic, but I can't help the heat rising in my core or the tremor that goes through me. I know he can smell my arousal. I can feel it running down my thigh.

By asking for his help. I thought of the wolves I’d seen in the meeting room, their body moving against one another. The vigor of the male werewolf’s hips, the roughness of his hands. Of the sounds of their breath and the glaze of ecstasy written on their faces. I imagined Alpha Xavier moving that way. I imagined him naked and rough, fingers biting into skin and hips driving forward. A heated, animal look in his eyes. It was only for a second. Only for a second, I imagined it. A trill moved down my core. Chills scattered over my skin. I flushed, but I didn’t look away from him.

I hurried to the waiting room where he was lounging on the settee with a young she-wolf on her knees sucking his cock. "Leave us!" I barked, and the skinny girl scrambled to her feet and bolted out of the room. "Ah. Alpha Dexter," he grinned while he fixed his zip. "Alpha Xavier," I greeted, offering him a smile. "What brings you by?" I inquired, and he gave me a knowing smile, like he could see right through me. I gulped, feeling saliva gather in my mouth. "Nothing really. Something just tells me that you are having some troubles," he responded, and my palms immediately went damp.

I just need to get away from the image of that man bleeding out on the lawn. I make it to the bedroom before my legs give out. I collapse against the wall, sliding down to the floor. My hands are shaking. My whole body is shaking. This is who he is. This is what everyone warned me about. Tyler Raxon Raven, the Alpha who tears throats first and asks questions never. The monster.

Something that would tell me, it's not just my fantasy or a part of some novel but real life, where supernatural creatures don't exist. That, I was not in love with my personal Jacob from the twilight movie. "I am hoping you remember what you saw before fainting. I don't want to hide things from you anymore and I won't sugarcoat things either. It's true. I am a werewolf. I think it's time I introduce myself to you. Hello, Victoria, I am Alexander Hunter, a werewolf and Alpha king of Pearly canines, the to be the ruler of the werewolf species." Alexander said as he turned around and looked at me dead in the eyes.

My suspicion is that Wesley has executed pack members for far lesser crimes. Wesley watches Freddy leave, but before the door closes behind him, he turns back to me. His green eyes are intense, and I instinctively take a step back, suddenly awfully aware of the difference in power between us. It just never hit me until now that I’m dealing with an Alpha. Someone who could easily kill me if he wanted to. Not that he would. I’m safe while carrying his child...right?

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Looking at the man in the white shirt sitting in a corner, his eyes blank, Ethan approached him and said: "Failed again, Cuthbert?" Cuthbert looked up at Ethan, fresh blood still lingering on his white skin and eyes filled with anger and despair. He gritted his teeth and growled at Ethan, "Did you catch the werewolf I wanted? If it is not the werewolf who can immortalize, it is useless even if he is the dominant Alpha."

I pull away when I hear her bones begin to crack, this has to be the cruelest part of the transformation, yet I can't find any trace of pain in her body language or on her face. The werewolf leaves his body and Akira appears in front of me in his total nudity, which I must point out is impressive, both the form of man and werewolf is incredible. “What are you doing alone?" his rough hands touch my face and I close my eyes with this contact, he is not painful or merciless with the intention of hurting me, it is just a caress that I never had the chance to have before. "Nothing much, just looking at the stars." “They're just stars, Alissa."

River replied. "Good point but probably not a good start so let's take it from the beginning. My name is Alexander Adam Auroras, the alpha of a werewolf pack called the Northern lights walkers pack. We originate from Stockholm and never left since the pack was built by my great-grandfather. We are now at the pack house, the place where the alpha and the highest ranks live. And I think you are my mate and luna," I said, and her eyes widened at my words. "I'm sorry but what drugs are you on right now? Wow, this shit must be expensive as fuck," she said laughing. I gave her my most serious look despite Atlas who was laughing his ass off. "Oh, you're being serious?" she said.