Balto X Steele Novels & Stories

Alaric seemed intensely focused. "Huge," I closed my eyes and tried to picture him, "brown, I remember thinking he looked amazing, with flecks of a lighter brown speckled across him, oh! His tail, his tail was tipped with the light brown colour, I barely noticed it before it tucked it underneath of him." "That wolf was Balto, Barrett's wolf," Alaric explained, "and Artemis knew what she was doing, she forced a submission for the pain he caused her, how I'm still not sure, I've never experienced submitting someone that way."

“This is where all visitors to the Iron family who are interested in the Cooter Armor will congregate at this time because they have to respect the Balch family no matter what.” “The Balch family?” Tyr reacted instantly, “Tanya, are you saying that Ralf is someone from the Balch family?” “That’s right! He is the butler of the Balch family,” Tanya replied with a nod. “I’m sure you’ve met Vlad. He’s the one you saw today in the car.” “So he’s the one.” “The Balch family wanted to come to the Southern Sea this time to get their hands on the Cooter Armor,” Tanya explained.

As dawn’s first light crept over the horizon, casting long shadows across the Stonevale forest, an unearthly silence settled over the camp. Rayka and Sylvester could feel the weight of Bael’s betrayal bearing down on them. Their alliance with Stonevale was more fragile than ever, and the threat of the Steelclaws loomed dangerously close. Just as they were about to join Thorne for a strategy meeting, an elder wolf, bent and cloaked in heavy robes, shuffled into their path.

He asks with a slight smirk, his blue eyes dancing. “Alpha Scarlett wanted to talk to me about the possibility of werewolves being around her pack lands—this was before we found this poor guy—and then stay for a meeting tomorrow morning with her parents and Leader Bruno tomorrow morning.” Raul says diplomatically. And it is the truth. He’s just leaving out our dinner date and the raucous good time we had after dinner. “Leader Bruno? Why’d you call him?” Connor asks, surprised that I would have reached out to a bear shifter, given the often-strained relationships between bears and wolves.

He pinned her hands to the bed with one hand and used the other to raise her leg. “Fuck…” I heard Brody say. Don't look at him! I cautioned myself. I kept my eyes glued to the screen, savoring the sensations that were rising in me. The guy in the movie leaned down toward the lady and began pushing in slowly. But it went deeper. Her moans intensified. What the fuck! I tried not to look at either Carson or Brody. It would be too embarrassing for all of us. At the same time, it was becoming too difficult to ignore the resounding pants of my wolf.

“Dante Virelli. Heir to the Virelli syndicate. Dangerous. Uncivilized. Stay away.” Gabrielle raised an eyebrow. “Sounds familiar.” A few days later, Gabrielle wandered into the stables behind the townhouse. She needed air. She needed horses. She needed something real. She found a stable boy—barely fifteen—being shoved by two men in tailored coats. They accused him of theft, their voices low and cruel. Gabrielle stepped forward. “Leave him alone.” One of the men turned. “This doesn’t concern you.” “It does now.”

Balto even went as far as thinking that Aria was waiting for Prince Zane. General Caldwell came and struck Balto from behind, making him pass out. Aria was surprised but grateful that she didn't have to explain herself anymore to Balto. The last time she rode a horse without Prince Zane, it was a nightmare, one that Aria wasn't interested in reliving again. "Where are you taking him?" Aria asked as General Caldwell was dragging Balto's unconscious body away. "Don't worry, I have no plans of killing him, just because I'm a soldier who fights in battles doesn't mean that I go around killing innocent civilians."

As Rita is about to say something, a husky voice spoke up, "Hello pretty, you sip like it's your first time tasting this drink" Rita smiles sheepishly but Olivia nudged her leg stylishly, prompting her to respond like a classic lady. "It's not my first time, I just have a sore throat," Rita said with every courage she had in her but anxiety managed to get the better part of her. "Pardon my manners, I'm Richard Elliot but you can call me Richie," he says in a tone disseminating pride. I'm Rita" she extends a handshake to seal their introduction.

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.

Alex POV Charlotte started training today, she isn’t as bad as she tried to tell me she was. She definitely lacks confidence in herself. Her right hook is something that can be feared. She knocked one of the men out with one hit. Her balance is great, speed could use some improvement and skill level isn’t half bad for someone who’s never trained before. But what she told me about her past would make sense. She needed to know how to protect herself so I guess a little fighting skills are better than none. Soon she will be great. I promised her that. Her determination to be able to stand with us in battle when needed is strong and adorable if you ask me. She’s been in her room since training e