Baron Corbin Lone Wolf Novels & Stories

It felt like a phantom ship filled with dead souls was moving towards them. “The audacity of them to make us wait for so long.” Charlotte’s tone was filled with contempt. Since young, it was only ever her who made other people wait. “I hope this group of people will satisfy me. Otherwise, don’t blame me for showing them no mercy.” Behind her, a man with a one-eyed wolf head tattoo came over and said, “Young Miss, do you need me to test them later?” The man who spoke was nicknamed Lone Wolf. He was an expert fighter that the Fisher family paid good money to raise. The man’s capabilities were on par with Larry, and he was now working as Charlotte’s bodyguard.

"I just secured the territory deed from the land merchants." "Virtue," Corwin murmured, his lips pulling back into a wide, handsome grin that showed his sharp white teeth. He bared his neck slightly, trying to catch my manufactured Alpha scent. "That is a rare name for a western wolf. I run the border patrols for the local pack. My team and I actually handled the structural reinforcements on this stone hall last winter." I kept my jaws closed to hide my fangs, a dark, wicked purr rippling inside my chest. I know you did, traitor. I reviewed your work files on Zuberi's monitor.

"Let me ask plainly. Has any wolf at this table, whether by word spoken or silence, by secret message, private meeting, bribed, or threatened, aided Anderson, Merry, or the Vampire Lord at any time during the last six moons?" The hall did not move. I waited. Until down at the far end, on the left side, in the third chair from the foot of the table, a man drew a breath and did not let it out. His name was Corin. He was a senior warrior of Mateo’s southern allies, with a wife three months pregnant and a younger brother who’d married into a border village that was not, technically, anyone’s. He was a man I had clapped on the shoulder twice in my life and would have called brave without thinking

Laraba mused thoughtfully. “She certainly isn’t a wolf. I’d have felt it,” I answered. “Would you have?” Laraba asked, regarding me softly. “You have no wolf, Elian. And while you may be an alpha and still share a bit of the magic, you aren’t exactly whole.” Ouch, she didn’t need to say it that way. “I’d still be able to recognize a wolf, Laraba. And so would the pack members.” She chuckled. “If you insist.”

"But why? I'm not a part of a pack." "You weren't part of a pack," James corrected. "As a wolf you will never attack a human. That would draw questions and make people start looking up here, not to mention the moral consequences of murder. An outcast wolf doesn't feel that way. He saw you and thought food, easy prey." "So he was going to eat me..." Clara shivered. "Yes, but we knew a lone wolf was close to our lands, someone spotted him recently so we expanded our patrol. I was able to kill him before he finished you off, but we weren't able to make it before he bit you."

His hands went over my rounded belly and up to my smooth breasts, making me moan into his mouth. All the tension from the fight almost immediately turned into heat. I forgot the fight scene, but a word was playing in my ears. ACCURSED, USELESS, LONE WOLF... Accursed? Useless? Lone wolf? I flinched. Something must have really happened to Justin. "Don't you think he has lost his mind?" My wolf asked me with a soft voice. "Well, you should not be pitying him. Ride him one day and show how strong you are. The Lumina needs more power."

Like drowning in a lake with no surface. I tried to inhale. I couldn’t. My wolf whimpered inside my mind, soft, wounded, and confused. Her cry echoed the one rising in my own throat. "Mate… why? Why?" Corvin didn’t look away, not once. His eyes were cold, and burning with a cruel fire I didn’t recognize. A stranger was wearing his face. “I need a Luna with teeth,” he repeated, louder this time, as if to make sure every soul within fifty miles heard him. “Not tits and ass. What could you possibly offer this pack? The Moon Goddess has made a terrible mistake!"

“How?” His smile returned. “That’s a conversation for another day.” Rage burned through my chest. “You’re sick.” “Maybe.” He didn’t seem offended. “But I’m also the only one who sees what you truly are.” “I know exactly what I am.” “Do you?” His voice softened slightly. “Cora Snow.” Then his eyes darkened. “Or Elena Lanchester.” The name echoed again. My wolf stirred. “I told you—” “Yes,” he interrupted gently.