Ashley Graves X Reader Novels & Stories

“You’re too exhausted for what I want to do to you.” I could feel his length press against my back, hardened from the noise that left my lips. My cheeks burned red, but Alpha Asher continued running his hands along my back. I clamped my lips shut, letting Alpha Asher’s hands work away my tension. It was another intimate act, another moment where things felt much more... serious. “Talk to Breyona again.” Alpha Asher murmured; my eyes began fluttering shut. “Reread what you’ve already read. I’ve learned coming back later can offer fresh perspective.”

“What about her?” “She was a great healer, so I got curious and went looking for her. You know she’s published. I’m looking for—” “What are you talking about?” I asked. “She was a housewife like all she-wolves are.” He glanced at the book. “That book says otherwise.” I rolled my eyes and flipped to the front of it. Eve Ashgrave. “Just because the author shares a name.” He smiled, and his eyes twinkled. “A face, too?”

“You’ll learn.” Heat rushed to my face, half fear, half something I didn’t want to name. My body leaned forward instinctively, betraying me, even as my mind screamed that this was wrong, reckless, insane. He slid a hand under my dress, slow as sin, his fingers teasing along the inside of my thigh until my breath came in sharp gasps. I hated how quickly my body betrayed me, how fast wet heat gathered where I was weakest. “You’ve been a bad girl, Harper,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that curled deep inside me. “Writing lies. Stirring chaos. Making me your headline.”

Then he turned sharply and strode back toward the keep, cloak snapping behind him like a warning. Ashley sank to her knees in the snow, trembling. The cold soaked through her dress, but she barely felt it. Loyalty to Clara burned bright in her chest. The pull toward Damien roared like wildfire in her veins. Duty and desire tore at her, each claiming a piece. Three nights remained until the ceremony. One stolen moment of eavesdropping had awakened the impossible. One forbidden bond that should never have existed. Now Ashley Voss, the girl without a mark, would have to choose.

Everyone in the graveyard who had been forced to their knees by Madness’ sheer dominating gravity, got to their feet without a trace of resistance. All eyes, just as confused as mine, were on Asher. The fragile hope budding in my chest burst into a wildly pounding heart as my eyes locked on the throne. Like a blood-stained pearl peeling free from the petals of a black rose, the shadows unfurled from Asher. His Alpha coat and shirt hung in shreds, exposing a chest and abs wrecked with claw wounds so deep they were disturbing to look at. Throne greedily gobbled his blood, sparing not a single drop.

He licked her through every trembling aftershock and groaned like he was coming undone himself. When he finally lifted his head with his chin glistening, his eyes looked completely feral. “Turn over,” he commanded in a rough voice thick with need. Shayla rolled onto her stomach and lifted her ass high while she spread her knees wide. She still trembled from the aftershocks. Grayson gripped her hips immediately and used his thumbs to spread her open. “Only me get to see you like this Ayla,” he growled. He positioned the thick head of his cock at her entrance and thrust into her in one deep, brutal stroke.

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# Chapter 13: Twisted Truth Eve sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers still trembling from the fake panic attack she'd used to cover Marcus's latest threat. Alex held her close, his strong arms a shield against the world, while Lila prepared tea in the kitchen. The envelope from the mysterious figure burned in her hidden drawer, calling to her like a live wire. Everything felt like it was spiraling faster than she could control.

With that, she exited my room, leaving me to ponder on her plan. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I collapsed to the floor on my knees. The pounding rhythm of my heartbeat was deafening, and I whimpered in agony. My eyes bulged from their sockets, and I bit my lip to stifle the howl threatening to escape. This was the third time I'd experienced this excruciating pain since Ashley's rejection.

I thought that I would feel incredibly hurt, but to my surprise, I only felt a faint ripple of emotion. As such, I quietly walked past them. However, Williams could not hold back and called out to me. I turned and saw a hint of worry in his eyes. “Christelle, are you hurt?” he asked. I wanted to laugh. Of course not, but I did have an asthma attack and nearly suffocated in the smoke. There were a few stitches on my head, and it was still wrapped in bandages. Yet, he chose to be oblivious to it all. On top of that, I had a miscarriage. Perhaps the baby was fortunate in a sense; the baby did not have to live with such a cold-blooded father and brother.