Albert Wesker X Reader Novels & Stories

he growled, eyes flashing gold. The alpha licked his scent gland and cherry blossoms burst forth, filling his nose. His eyes flickered red, fangs peeking from his mouth. "Such a bossy omega I have," he growled. "Who am I to disobey your will?" Xavier changed his angle, the blunt tip of his veiny cock pressing against a spot that had Vernon moaning loudly. "Alpha! Ahhh!" Xavier smirked. "It seems I found it, sweetheart." The alpha relentlessly hit the spot, relishing the trembling of the body beneath him and the loud moans filling the room.

he inquired, and I scanned the area with my eyes but couldn't locate the dead soldier. "Where's the deceased werewolf soldier?" I inquired, pulling away from the hug abruptly. "Is something amiss, dear?" Ramirez questioned, while Alpha Alex gestured toward us upon noticing that we were engaged in a serious discussion, with me clutching a book on witchcraft. "Take a look at this," I promptly drew their attention to the book I held. "What's this all about?" Alpha Alex inquired when he noticed a picture resembling the wind I had witnessed. "Could you both read it?" I asked, observing as they examined the book closely.

I felt my wolf clawing at my control, urging me to stop—but I wanted her to understand. I pressed my fingers into her thigh, hard. My claws threatened to break the skin. “Ahhh! Stop!!” she cried, writhing beneath me. “You feel that?” I hissed. “That’s nothing. I could ruin you, Alina. You’d puke from the things I could do to you. You wanted answers—well, here they are.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, but my rage was blinding. “I’d drag you down to nothing,” I whispered. “Tear you apart. Have you. Haven’t you heard the stories? Don’t push me!”

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

I witness in slow motion as Ryker continues to walk and doesn’t show any signs of stopping. Strangely, my eyes lose focus for a moment. My head is pulled back again, forcefully. “ Yes. Like this. Walk to your own death. ” Alpha Wilson chuckles behind me, not sounding quite right in the head. The haziness clears and the thin lining of a orangish wall appears before me. Ryker is close to it, too fucking near and approaching fast. I am a hybrid. His voice resonates in my mind for the second time. My heart almost explodes out of my chest. The energy, the fire thumps in my veins, reaching to my eyes.

Isak tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair. “Alright, fine. It has nothing to do with Paxton or any of the stuck-up order cunts on campus.” Albert frowned. “We aren’t mind readers,” I grumbled. Albert arched his brow at me, and we all started to laugh because I am a mind reader. “You know what I mean. I can only read human minds.” I rolled my eyes. “A human is my issue,” Albert confessed. “Oh, this just got juicy.” I chuckled, leaning forward and rubbing my hands with anticipation. “What happened? What kind of trouble?”

A low growl escaped Trenton's throat, which made Alastor laugh. A female Omega placed a plate before the Alpha, and then another before me. The raw, bloodied heart of poor Alpha Dexter Black lay dead on our plates. “Delicious,” Alastor licked his lips, dropping his head onto his plate, and tearing into the uncooked heart. He looked over at me. “Eat," he ordered. My stomach churned, but I was a strong wolf. With my hands at my side, I lowered my head and feasted on the half of the cold, dead heart on my plate. The taste was vile, I could sense the pain the wolf endured in his last hour. I chewed as fast as I could then washed down the taste with red wine.

Only a handful of supposedly ordinary werewolves have awakened to be Alphas over the past decades. But River Perez did it… he truly was extraordinary. “Allison, are you still mad at me?” Wesley asked in his usual gentle voice which snapped me back to the present. Oh, right. I was pissed at him. “I don’t know, do you still think I’m a scheming bitch?” I hissed. “Of course not! I never thought of that, even when I was doubtful of your intention. Maybe, I was just alarmed because I know that if you wanted to manipulate us, you have every power to do so.”

“Then I, Alpha Harrison James Stone, willingly transfer my title of alpha to you, Wesley Michael Stone.” The breeze that had been blowing leisurely through the pack grounds that evening picked up and swirled around the pack, rustling the pine needles and the grass and the water. Wesley’s eyes closed, and he took in a deep breath, his muscles tensing and rippling from the new power now surging through his veins and his soul.

“I've been knocking for a while. I thought you were out. Have been covering for you all through today. You seem to be busy.” I leaned back. His eyes darted over the table. “The alchemical underpinning of fate and mating in werewolf lore—why would you be reading that?” I blinked, my gaze darting back to the book on the desk. I slapped the cover of the tome shut. Did I really pick that? “I…I wanted to study a concept,” I dragged my gaze to the shelves. Xavier was silent for a moment before he chirped. “You are thinking about her.”