Amira West Lesbian Novels & Stories

I know the comment was directed at me even though she was facing Lexi. “ Thank you, mother. It means a lot having you here for me.” Lexi said giving the Goddess another hug. Lexi turns to the Vampire Goddess. “ Thank you for coming, Amira,” she said. Amira smiles at Lexi. “ Oh course, my child,” she said to Lexi. The Moon Goddess looks over Lexi’s shoulder. “ Please rise my wolves,” she said. Then she looked at me, Luther and Ryan. “ Will you join us?” she asks. We don’t waste a second and we are up the stairs standing at Lexi’s side. I’m on her left. Luther and Ryan are on her right.

As the hall filled from wall to wall with Werewolves, Amira's nerves only seemed to grow more unsteady. She had grown accustom to Aiden's pack back home as their Luna, but things were different here. She had no authority, and in their eyes, she was a monster out to get them. Not someone who would work alongside of them. Aiden was in a similar boat, if not in a worse situation than she was. He, not only a Rogue, but also the Rogue Alpha. Both sides of this coin were to never meet, yet Fate bent the strings and tied them all together, anyway.

Queen Tarah said “But my question is what is a pregnant woman doing in such a lonely bush all by herself?” Queen Tara asked “Thank you so much for your kindness, but I have to leave. I don’t want to be a burden to you or your household” Amira said as she hurriedly stood up. “Nooo, don’t say that my dear child, you can stay here for as long as you want to, you are no burden to me or my household” Queen Tarah said “You barely know me, I could be a thief or even a witch, so please let me go” Amira pleaded

’ One of my guards calls through the packlink. ‘Is one of them a woman with blue eyes and dark hair?’ I ask. ‘Both are women and she is, and she is part werewolf with a little Lycan,’ he responds. ‘I’ll be right down to greet my sister in law,’ I say. “Come Amina, we have a priestess to greet and convince she heeds to stay with her brothers before The Shades or The Riders realise she is also one of the last Shadow wolves, though she is a lycan, shadow wolf, mage tribrid,” I say as I stand and tuck my hardened shaft in a more discreet position. Amina also adjusts hers.

She wasn't used to talking about her private or family life with others, but she understood Amira had the right to know because she was her mistress. "I speak with them once a week over the phone." Brenda replied. "I apologize if this sounds strange, but what about a lover or someone you loved?" Amira asked, secretly cringing at how she phrased the question. "I don't have a lover, but I am in love with someone; however, I would rather keep it private." Amira shook her head in complete agreement, emitting a silent 'o' sound. She removed her updo bun and let her brown hair flow down her back.

Once her stomach is empty, she slumps to the ground and begins to sob, replaying Isaac’s words in her head. “I think I’ve found my mate.” This has always been a possibility she has known about, but that doesn’t make it sting any less finding out she isn’t Isaac’s mate, and it is another girl, one much prettier than her and of his kind rather than a useless human. Not only that, but she is also the daughter of an Alpha, the perfect Luna to rule alongside her own Alpha mate. What can a human-like Amira do for someone like Isaac if they were to get married? She isn’t his true mate, and she isn’t even a werewolf, she has no supernatural powers or even any mortal talents as a human.

Amira let out a soft sigh, tilting her head as if she were some goddess being worshiped. “You poor women,” she drawled lazily. “So desperate to be kept, yet so afraid to demand. Tell me… when was the last time you swiped your husband’s card without asking?” They looked at each other, guilty, embarrassed but none gave an answer. Amira smirked into the cradle. “Exactly. You play lovers and prisoners at the same time. Me?” She arched slightly under the masseuse’s hands, her bare thighs catching the light. “I play Queen. And queens don’t ask permission.”

Amira let out a whistle, "That's quite the title." Artemis raised a brow at her, "Really? That is the first thing you say after a Goddess introduces herself to you? Interesting." Amira just shrugged, "In all fairness, in my field of work, I'm not entirely fazed anymore when it comes to things like this. I'm Mated to a Werewolf for fucksake."

I asked Amara as soon as she climbed on the bed to join me in sleeping. Amara didn't reply to me, and she turned her back on me, laying on my left side. I neared her, turned her to face me on the bed, and asked, "Can't you speak? Who were you communicating with? A man, right?" "No! Why do you care anyways? She's my girlfriend, the one you saw me at the club with the other day," Amara said, struggling to push my hands away from touching her soft arms. "Really? Are you a lesbian?" I asked, irritated at the way I heard her speaking to the lady sweetly. I remember seeing that lady and how they hugged and chatted.

Without realizing it, she muttered under her breath, “How come he looks so handsome?” Leo tugged on his leash, pulling her out of her thoughts. She shook her head and added bitterly, “Not everything that looks good is good.” She turned on her heel and walked away, refusing to let the sight of him invade her peace. Later that afternoon, Amira sat on her couch, scrolling through her I*******m feed while Leo lay lazily at her feet. Her thumb froze when a post popped up—an announcement for the grand opening of a luxury business in America. Her eyes widened as she read the caption: “Aiden Laurent ventures overseas! New beginnings, new horizons.”