Anthony Lockwood X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

I stayed outside just in case she woke up but I watched through the window fighting my wolf who wanted to go in. I hear foots coming down the hall fast. I look up and see Evan, Dev, Grey and Anthony coming at me with worried expressions. Anthony is a very kind heart individual unless on the battlefield. He cares about everyone and wants to keep them safe. Especially women, children and elderly. He said most men can take care of themselves so he doesn’t worry about them. “Alpha, what’s going? Who is she?” Anthony asked looking through the window. I sighed looking back in the window. “She’s my mate, Anthony.”

I reassured, my voice maintaining a composed steadiness while my heart thumped erratically out of my chest. I then got down on my knees and just as I took his underwear into my hand about to pull down his short, I gulped, this felt like a scene from one of my steamy romance books. One that I was very much sure of what to expect, but since I have been left flabbergasted on multiple occasions by Mr. Lockwood my mind told me it was going to be a great scene. Upon further pulling his underpants, shocked filled my being.

I swear I will never, ever let Anna enter into a relationship with the man whose parents murdered hers. Anthony violently closed the book immediately, the heavy thud muffled only by the dim room. His heart started beating at a terrifyingly fast pace, his eyes widening in pure horror. What the hell did I just read? A low, sleepy groan from the bed shattered the silence. Panic seized him, causing him to hurriedly shove the book back into the bag. Anna shifted under the blankets, blinking open her heavy eyes. "Anthony...?" she murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion. "Why are you standing all the way over there?"

24. Wolf attack Rogue's POV I attended an online meeting with Unholy Allies to share weekly updates in our cities. None of them had anything major happening. Only I had a blast and a crucial man from my crew dying, followed by a kidnap and a handful of killings I committed to accomplish my task of kidnapping Lincoln Raynott's daughter.

though. Axel picked up his phone and rang a close friend familiar with computers. He needs the location of the author. [Allo?] “Ryker,” he greeted. “Look up the author of The Anthem of Lycanthropy. Follow up quickly.” He didn’t need to say more. He could already hear his keyboards in the background. Ending the call, Axel stood up and left his office to the Psi’s chambers, holding the book. After asking an Omega where Sky’s room is, he stopped in front of his room and quietly knocked.

Chapter 49 Vivian’s POV The air inside the secluded cave was completely still, a sharp contrast to the howling ice storm raging just beyond the narrow stone opening. I was tucked firmly against Jacob’s broad chest, my back pressed into the immense, radiating heat of his Lycan biology. His powerful arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me securely against his lap to shield me from the freezing air. Slowly, the terrible shivering in my limbs began to fade as his natural body heat melted the frost from my dark scale-mail armor. The heavy scent of burning cedar and wild earth rolled off his skin, mixing with the gentle scent of vanilla and lavender that always followed me.

Alexander I took another sip of whiskey, letting the burn distract me from Anthony's probing stare. "There's nothing to tell. You're imagining things." "Am I?" He tapped his fingers on the table. "The Alexander Knight I know would've jumped at those model photos I showed you. Instead, you acted like I was showing you tax returns." "Maybe I'm evolving." "You? Evolve?" Anthony snorted. "Next, you'll tell me you've taken up knitting."

My fists clenched at my sides, my knuckles turning white with the sheer force of my grip. Arrangement? So are they truly engaged because of some archaic pact? Was Lyra, my Lyra, simply given away as part of some deal I knew nothing about? The thought was a searing brand across my soul, and it made the air feel suddenly thin and suffocating. Angela—the woman I believe is my Lyra—was about to say something, her mouth opening, when a sharp, blinding pain exploded at the back of my head. Oh shit, not again.

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.

“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.”