Boner Alert の小説・ストーリー

he exhaled. "Oh, someone is excited that I am home," Alita raised her knee to Benson's crotch to feel the bulge that was poking at her. "Hmm," she bit her lips at him and rested her head on his chest. "I don't know how you always do that. It feels like a switch now," Benson pulled out of the hug and looked down at his boner. "One quick flip and it's happened," he bobbed his head and threw his hands in the air.

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Bonnie looked genuinely concerned; her voice trembled slightly. Algernon waved her off irritably. Though he didn't think the situation was so bad, he still said, “Fine. I will talk to Derek again.” “OK. I'll be waiting for his answer,” Bonnie said, refusing to back down. Soon after, Algernon summoned Derek to the pack house. Derek's sharp sense of smell immediately picked up the scent of tension in the air.

He answered, sounding as irritated as he looked. “I’m sorry to disturb you alpha but there’s something you have to see. We have updates on our suspicion. Also, the human has escaped”. Trent says from outside the door. His voice as stoic as his attitude. He was not scared of almost anything and remained unmoved even when he knew that he had disturbed his alpha because he also knew that it was for good reason. Marissa on the other hand was trying to melt into the sheets as she discovered from his apology that he knew exactly what they were doing.

I tap my fingers on the armrest, waiting for his answer. He proudly rests his back against the office chair and smiles. "Janet Johnson." I nod. Her name playing in my head. I get distracted from my thought when my phones' ringtone fill the room. I pick it up without wasting much time. "Boss." One of my men calls. "There is a problem." I look up at Seth then at the table. "What's that?" "The ship transporting our weapons, can't be found." "What!" I furrow my brows. "When did you realize this?"

We even have a hard time going back to Rosie’s house. The ding sound from my phone caught our attention. Rosie picked it up from the coffee table and knitted my brow looking at it. “Since when did you have Bonnie’s number?” I shrugged, “not sure. What I remember is his first message was threatening me not to lay any fingers on you.” From: Bonnie ‘No funny business while I’m not around!’ I playfully scoffed and show her dearest friend’s text. It caused Rosie to laugh and send him a voice note.

He mutters. Great. Like everything else in my life, I'm the only living, breathing human to exist. Like he can smell my panic, he adds, “Just wait for Hunter, he’ll take you to Principal Watson and protect you for the rest of the year. Everything will be fine .” I spy a poster of a large wolf stepping on a human’s skull. The bleak headline reads, “We Always Conquer.” I gulp. Does that look fine to him? A boy by the poster spots me, and I freeze right as his eyes widen.

“The twins are making themselves known. Lily’s been extra clingy too. I think she senses something.” He wrapped an arm around me, holding both of us close. For a few precious minutes, it felt almost normal. The extreme security hummed softly in the background... the new cameras, the biometric locks, the operators stationed discreetly... but in this moment, we were just a family on the floor. Then the security alert sounded. A sharp, urgent beep from Damon’s phone. He pulled it out instantly, his body tensing beside me. The feed from the external cameras filled the screen.

My brows drew together in confusion, “That can’t be.” Following the tracker out of the alleyway, pulsating electronic music roaring from the stadium in front of me. I almost drop my phone, icy trepidation shooting down my spine and coating my skin in goosebumps while dread seeped into my stomach when the announcer shouted, “FIGHT TO THE DEATH!” Nightwolf was a fighting arena….and Bonnie was in there.

I threw back at her. The grin on her face only widened. Somewhere deep down, I had the uncomfortable realization that I was losing this argument. And I didn’t even know how. Before I could recover whatever dignity remained, an alarm suddenly erupted throughout the bunker. A loud siren echoed through the walls. Red warning lights immediately began flashing overhead. Every trace of amusement vanished. “What the hell is that?” The question came out louder than intended. My contact’s expression turned serious instantly. “We have to move.” He crossed the room without hesitation. “The bunker’s compromised.”