Artemis X Wally Novels & Stories

I repeated myself and ripped my wrist from him, turning to go find Dez, “I want to talk to my brother, you go talk to yours.” “You,” he was in front of me again, “little mate, will come back inside at once,” he was bulked up and rigid, Artemis told me he was trying to make me submit. “I...” I could feel Artemis coming forwards a bit, and I felt suddenly stronger, taller if that was possible as I took a step back from him, “...don’t submit to you.” He narrowed his eyes at me, but it didn’t feel like me, I would have never said that to him, but my voice continued, “If you wanted me to do as you asked, then Wyatt should have given back my phone and you three should have never lied to me,” my bo

Xavier turned and looked at the door and James emerged from the hallway Artemis quickly following behind him. "Xavier you need to put a stop to this" Artemis exclaimed as he kneeled down in front of me pulling stuff out of his bag. "I know Artemis you'd needn't tell me" Xavier growled angrily. Artemis holds out a small cup for me to drink. "Drink this Luna, it's to help counteract what's on your system." I took the cup from him and downed it quickly. Artemis started taking vitals on me. After a few moments he stood up.

The woman couldn’t even try to think of escaping as they growled at her, reminding her of a limit that she seemed to have forgotten. “Did you really believe that we would be leaving you to live and run after what you have done?” Alpha William asked. I looked at Arturo who smirked before looking down at his cock as I felt my body heat. Arturo, smelling my sudden arousal, smirked before leaning in to kiss my neck. He let his lips linger there for a few seconds, knowing that it is a soft spot, before pulling away to look me in the eye. “You are a fool if you think that we would be letting you run this easily, Eli.” Alpha William said, throwing the woman on the ground.

Wolves fought frantically, struggling to push back the tide of darkness sweeping over our home. And there, in the midst of it all, stood Luna. She was a beacon of strength, but there was something wrong—a darkness rooted within her, tendrils of shadow coiling around her presence. A sound rose unbidden from my chest, a mournful howl that climbed skyward—a desperate call for her to stay with me. Her gaze met mine, and I saw the tears glistening in her eyes. It was like looking into the depths of her soul and seeing the storm that raged within. Her voice, gentle and sorrow-laden, echoed in my mind. *Save Daisy. I love you.*

Blue The next week is amazing. The three of us spend a lot of time eating together and adjusting to this new dynamic of our lives. Artemis is still a little awkward in the father role, but he’s been doing so well with Lilly. He is very protective of her and has even tried to buy her a new wheelchair with all sorts of bells and whistles to make sure she is thoroughly protected. I had to step in and explain to him that adding a button for her to press that release mace is a little too far.

“I, Brandon Conall Snow, Beta of the Artemis Pack, reject you, Charlotte Elektra Loup, Luna of the Artemis Pack, and you, Zakary Alexander Loup, Alpha of the Artemis Pack, as my mates.” Instantly, we all fall to our knees, clutching our chests.

They light up every single nerve ending in my body, but in a good way. But I just don’t know him. Not really. I know of him. Kenton Clearwater, the insanely hot, 6ft 3in tall hockey player who has black hair and bright leaf green eyes. He plays center for the Northport Warriors, and is to be the future Alpha of the Artemis pack once his father steps down, or… is removed from his position through death. What is it that Axel wanted me to seek Kenton out for? I can’t help but wonder. What exactly do you know?

Her touch is soft, and I feel so comfortable that not even her cold fingers could bother me. “I’m going to run a few tests. Please tell me everything, so I can appoint a specialist if there is any need for one, okay?” I nod again, and she smiles proudly, continuing to talk while she prepares a needle. “I’m Artemis, by the way, but you can call me Arte.” Thinking of it, with her flawless skin, she looks like a piece of art. A Botticelli. “That’s a beautiful name. I’m Victoria,” I blurt out, and she chuckles softly.