America Jacket Hetalia Novels & Stories

Jacob **** Two Years Later The mirror reflected a man who looked like a king. I knew the truth, though—I didn’t feel like one. The elaborate gold embroidery on my deep crimson jacket shimmered under the glow of the overhead light. My shoulders were draped with a wolf-pelt mantle, symbolizing my role as Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and the ceremonial insignia of my lineage was pinned at my chest. Every seam and stitch was perfect. Yet inside, I felt like a hollow shell.

I would take it up with him when all this is over. "You're right, Landon. Alpha Xavier isn't playing games," One of my father's friends said, running his hand through the collection. I wondered what would happen soon, but I couldn't wait. My father handed me a protective vest to wear under my hoodie, and when I took it off, to wear it. Landon whistled at the mark on my neck. "Xavier isn't playing. Staked his claim already," He said, and I felt a bit shy. I wore the vest under my tank top and wore the hoodie over the tank top. My chest was protected, but I had to be cautious not to be shot in the head.

Then she proceeds to swipe her thumb across the tip of her tongue, and rubs my eyebrows with that same thumb. “Too fancy,” she adds, tugging down on the lapel of my jacket, Abd I let her take it off, leaving on my maroon tunic. Heat creeps up my neck every time touches me, and I’m rather grateful she doesn’t notice that the Alpha King is blushing like some hussy.

His expression turned cold. Before he could speak, I took the letter from him. I then casually tossed it into the burning brazier in front of the Silver Moon Pack's envoy. I looked at the envoy and said, "Go back and tell your Alpha that I don't know him." The envoy returned to Silver Moon Pack and conveyed both my words and the burning of the letter to Wayne. Wayne sneered when he heard it. "Pretending to have amnesia? She's just playing hard to get."

Her bright company eased her heavy heart and the darkness receded, leaving her hopeful and nervous again. Finally, Allen urged her to stand in front of the full-length mirror next to the vanity and stood behind her, smoothing out the back of her jacket. A beautiful stranger with her face stared back at her. Her clothes were more appropriate for a beta according to society's standards, but they suited Ammy more than the more feminine attire that most omegas, male and female, wore.

"H-Hi. I'm Claire and…" "Why are you here?" he growled, his face twisting into a mask of anger. I instantly felt his aura, and it hit me—he had an Alpha wolf. I opened my mouth to say something but the words got stuck in my throat. Did he not feel the mate bond between us? Was I wrong? My mother had described it perfectly, and I heard my wolf's voice. I decided to introduce myself. "I'm new here and I was just…" "Did your father think sending you here would wash away his sins?" he asked, stepping closer.

pulling Godiva protectively to his chest. Godiva fought the rising panic in her heart, as Alpha Jax stood up. With the sides of his hair shaven and the middle held in a bun with the tattoo of a sword on his right arm, his appearance scared her. Luckily, before Alpha Jax spoke again, Alpha Brick decided to break from his apron string, taking over the mantle.

The Alpha's hair was a little longer and they were tied in a bun. He looked hot and that black leather jacket along with tight fitted jeans were not helping. "H-hello." Trisha hated how she stuttered. "How was your trip?" "All went well but we will have to go there again in a few weeks to see the procedure and all." Jonathan said as he removed his jacket and placed in on the bed. The entire time, his eyes were on Trisha . The Alpha slowly walked towards the omega before leaning down and burying his face in Trisha's neck, taking in his sweet scent of peach.

I wondered why these two had come here for or why my kids sounded so excited to see them. "Hello, welcome to our humble home. This is Starrymoon pack and I am Charlotte Riley Helm. I'm also the luna of this pack. How do I owe you this pleasant visit." I asked. I watched Alex make gestures to me as if I would understand the signs she made with her hand. Damien was also mouthing something to me. But I still didn't understand. I only turned away from them when I heard the guy clear his voice probably wanting my attention so that he would answer my questions.

he asked, voice cautious but steady, eyes flicking to me. I raised a single finger to my lips, a silent command to stay quiet. My instincts screamed that something was wrong. The forest wasn’t silent anymore; it was waiting, tense. My ears twitched at every subtle noise, every shift in the underbrush. And then it happened. A flash of movement. Swift. Silent. Deadly. A cloaked figure appeared, dagger glinting in the moonlight, the amethyst blade catching just enough light to reveal its lethal intent. My stomach twisted as recognition hit me instantly: the dagger that could pierce an Alpha. One strike, clean and precise, and the strongest among us could fall.