Albert Wesker X Reader Novels & Stories

18 + VERY, VERY, VERY STRONG KINKY, DIRTY, FREAKY, NASTY FUCK SCENE AHEAD. CHAPTERS 46 AND 47 WILL BE HELLFIRE HOT. SO FOR ALL YOU HALO WEARING LASSES AND LADS, PLEASE SKIP THOSE TWO CHAPTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN MOTHERFUCKING WARNED.

"Don't worry too much. I know his scent, so he can't get into the forest without my permission. But what's going on today? I don't think he will return—" "—He will return! Albert won't stop trying to get me until he does. Because of me, everyone will get hurt." I yelled while clenching my hand into a fist. "Lyca, I know your stepmother better than you do, so you need to trust me on this one..." When I answered, Xavier, grabbed my shoulder. "But remember, I can't tell what happened to Wesley until I know about your wolf form." (Again, here I am... Why does it make me feel good when he touches me? Why do his simple words make me feel better? I no longer know what to think or feel. I moaned to

Trigger Warning This book contains numerous controversial subjects that may trigger or upset some readers including detailed scenes of death, violence, sexual content, kidnapping, sexual abuse, war, mentions of abortion, possible miscarriage, cheating, and LGBTQ+ relationships. Viewer discretion advised! *** Frey I've heard of she-wolves that were left to fend for themselves after discovering that they were pregnant.

Judith said. Albert's eyebrows furrowed as the man's hand reached out to grab the syringe in Judith's hand. "Don't!" prevented Judith. "I just want to see it," Albert said. "I know. I'm just worried that the remaining liquid in this syringe will harm the werewolves," Judith explained. Albert snorted as he looked away briefly. "It's just an empty syringe. What's so dangerous about it?" said the Alpha. Judith lifted her chin as she took a deep breath. She looked at Albert-who had facial features so similar to Christian Dexter, while holding back a feeling that was hard to describe.

‘I know,’ Xavier said and gave someone named Darrow some instructions via mind-link. Angel could feel that the Were was also an Alpha wolf but not of Wulfblood. He wondered then just how many alphas were there! He almost laughed out loud. Antonio Rufus had no idea what he had walked into for sure. ‘Will you tell me your name?’ Xavier asked, drawing him out of his musings. He let out a sigh and replied, ‘Call me Angel.’

We both were standing at the entrance door and a passer by looked at me. "Come on, Ashley! Open your eyes. He is not Nick Melberg. He is Chris Melberg, a lone Alpha werewolf who is suffering from PTSD. Nick Melberg is just an alter ego of him. He was never a real person". Her words echoed in the deep of my mind. "He was never a real person".

He still went by Beta Vashkov although he’d pretty much taken over all of Ryker’s duties. Taking a deep breath, I reopened my eyes and sat on the bed. With a flick of one hand, I summoned a ball of red smoke that grabbed the book from a table a few feet away from me and brought it to my lap. I flipped through the pages until I found one page that contained a little piece of information on Mad Wolf. The tip of my finger traced the picture of the sword as I read the same three paragraphs that I’d been reading for more than five dozen times.

I don’t think I will ever get used to his growling. I move on top of him, taking in the sight again. I can’t help but wonder what this God of a man is doing with me. More than that, this Alpha werewolf. I know he is the Beta in Black River, but he is a born Alpha. Why he can’t see that, I don’t know. I pamper his neck and chest with kisses, with both my hands clasping his erection. He palms my breasts, drawing circles around my nipples, which rush blood south again.

-Alpha Aiden. Crescent Pack, Greenville. Alpha Theo brought a good deal of misery to the Crescent Pack the day he died. The whole Pack had experienced true grief with the news of his death but I was most pained- because he was my father. This moment, I would be calmly accepting the news of his demise, and the next moment, an unnerving mixture of fright, rage, and grief would arrest me, until my emotions were shredded into unrecognizable pieces.

When they walk in, the air is thick with the scent of a hundred different wolves—a dizzying, aggressive musk that makes Juniper’s head spin. At the center of the hall, on a raised dais, sit the five High Alphas. Malakai is among them, leaning back in his chair with a smug, predatory grin. In the center sits Alpha Silas, a man so old his hair is the color of woodsmoke, and his eyes are almost entirely white. "Alpha Sterling," Silas’s voice echoes, sounding like stones grinding together. "And his... human." Alaric bows his head slightly—the only sign of respect he will give. "My Luna, Juniper."