Ashley Graves X Reader Novels & Stories

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "You’re hurting, Ash. I can feel the tether fraying, and it’s pulling the air right out of my lungs." Rhea stood in the center of the Mooncrest library, her hands clutching the edges of a mahogany desk so hard the wood groaned. The silver veins in her forearms weren't just glowing; they were pulsing with a rhythmic, violent light that matched the erratic heartbeat of the man standing across from her. Ash Ryder, her Alpha, her mate, looked like he was being dismantled from the inside out. His golden eyes were bloodshot, the iris bleeding into the white as he fought to hold onto the psychic connection that had defined their lives since the awakening.

He threw her down angrily, pinning her beneath him, his hand threateningly gripping her throat—not cutting off her air, but with enough pressure to show her his strength. "Remember this, Lila. I am Ryan Myers. My power doesn't just come from my family name or my father's wealth. I am Ryan Myers. The world's top-ranked racing driver." He brought his face close to hers, his hot breath fanning her cool skin. "Look closely. I could tear every inch of you apart and break every bone in your body. So, don't be insolent, Lila. Don't make me do it." Her chest rose and fell sharply from the intensity of the moment. Ryan, naked above her, his hot breath ghosting over her trembling lips.

Alex loves to thrust harder against Ashly. His mate's moans fill Alex's room, and Alex loves how they sound. Ashly is moaning and screaming, Alex. He loves how his name rolls naturally out of Ashly's tongue, as if Ashly knows nobody else but him. He keeps on thrusting harder, and Ashly keeps on begging for him not to stop, to go harder, to go further, to give her everything, and God, Alex can give Ashly everything she asks for. Who is he to deprive Ashly of the things she truly deserves?

"I’m mourning the death of your delusions. I saw the news online. Everyone has. The Alpha has a son, and he has a mother for that son. You’re just the city girl he forgot to call." She walked down the steps, circling me like a shark. "So, tell me. When are the repo men coming for the SUV? Or does he let you keep the cars as a parting gift for your services? I’d get the oil changed if I were you. It’s easier to sell a car when it’s in good condition." I tried to walk past her, but she stepped in front of me, her black veil fluttering in the wind. "Don't be like that. I’m just trying to help you prepare for the inevitable. You’re back to being plain old Christie Graves now."

"Yes. I’ve been maneuvering behind the scenes for months. My objective remains unchanged: by the turning of the winter solstice, the Ashcroft flag will fly over the Ironclaw Vaults and every subsidiary of the Graves empire." I leaned in, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I’m not a strategist for pack wars or corporate infiltration, but while I was clearing out my digital trail at the Graves Glass Estate, I came across something. A hidden directory within the Alpha’s personal server." "Go on," Rowan rumbled, his body going perfectly still. "It wasn't just pack logistics. There was a specific folder, heavily encrypted, containing detailed dossiers on every single member of the Bl

And then I told him everything. “I’m Lyra Graves,” I said. “The girl you bought from Victor’s auction house in Ravenshire. The same girl you gave a room to when you didn’t know what to do with her. The one who kept sneaking glances at you when you weren’t looking, and hated herself for it.” His mouth opened, then closed.

I growled bitterly and Grayson nodded and pushed through the crowd to get to the Alpha in charge. "You got a lot of nerve showing up in my pack lands, Grayson," the huge Alpha bellowed. I saw Xavier look up at hearing his father's name and smirk when he saw me standing there with his dad. "Ashton is getting better," I yelled down with my hands cupping my muzzle. Xavier gave me a thumbs-up and continued to lash out at his unholy opponent. He appeared to be holding his own well enough so my eyes traveled back toward my mate. Grayson was standing below the Alpha that was perched above, his yellow eyes narrowed at the Man growling down at him.

I shouted rushing towards her, Casper rolled on the ground with his body on the ground, and his heart ripped out of his chest as I gasped. “Alyssa” I tried to walk towards her. She got up to her feet shifting back to her wolf as Ashely cried rushing towards Kasper but Tyler grabbed her by the neck, as Ashley tried to shift back to her wolf but Tyler snapped her head. “Alyssa” I said almost like a whisper, When I felt a sharp pain in the back of my chest. I growled in pain turning around as I ripped out Kaleb’s throat as blood gushed out of him.

I muttered hoarsely, afraid to believe what I was hearing. With a nod, Elysia breathed, “Yes. If you’ll still have me.” ↜↜ 🖤🖤↝↝ The days that followed were a blur of grief and action. We buried our fallen, each grave a silent testament to the price of unity. The earth was cold and unforgiving, a stark reminder of the harsh reality we faced. The scent of freshly turned earth clung to the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid smell of burnt wood.

Blake notices and sends a flash of mischief but she glares, stopping whatever he would've said next. He comes to sit on the bed, a little bit too close to her. She could take a whiff of his cologne and almost moaned aloud. He's your best friend Ashley, stop thinking of him in this way. She warned herself. She blamed the erotica novels she read. "It's actually not early nerd, you're just mad we interrupted your book session. Though I'm mad you've never told me about your little fantasies." Blake chuckles. Ashley gasp and slaps his muscular thigh.