Callie Arizona Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Ok, I’m in.” Someone says. “I’m sorry, you are? I don’t recognize the voice and I can’t really see your face.” The woman chuckles a little. “Calli Zuri, From Echo Night, in Medicine Hat.” “Thank you Calli.” “I will send the young, and old to you, and my warriors will be split between Crescent Stone and Fire Moon.” I can hear a few more murmurs, with Calli doing a lot of the talking trying to convince the others. I look over at Scott, who has been uncharacteristically quiet.

All I wanted now was to get Trevor back and be the best father that I can ever be for him. When I reached the pack house I went upstairs to the shower. I needed to cool off and quickly. As I stood under the cold spray of water, I couldn't keep my tears back. It seemed that nothing was going right in our lives, that everyone was against us, and yet it all effected Callie the most. She deserves so much yet fate has decided to pair her up with a useless mate, taken away one of her pups and now having the other being kidnapped by a maniac. I tensed as I suddenly heard the shower door open, my back facing away from the person. She stepped inside and wrapped her arms around my waist. I turned and

“Sorry, Damon, this is Zeke, Rose and their girls. This is my beta Damon, and his mate, my sister Callie.” There were some pleasantries as I felt Ethan lower us into a car. Someone grabbed my legs and moved them so they were on someone else’s lap. Once the car started movie, they voices started up. “Is she okay?” Damon asked. I could feel his eyes on me. “Is Callie here?” I asked Ethan in the mind-link. “No. She went with Zeke and his family to talk about where they will be staying and what not,” Ethan said out loud.

I was. “You’re angry,” he said. “That’s understandable. But anger does not change reality. Carson will do anything for her. He’s too pussy whipped.” He leaned back, bringing the glass to his lips before he continued. “And if you know what’s good for you, you will just marry Sienna and be done with it.” I scoffed before walking towards the desk and leaning against it. “The deal was to get my daughter and wife.” “Maybe if you didn’t ask her to get rid of it. She would have forgiven you, Callahan. Now Sienna is free, and I hear she’s still—”

"Well, I guess I'll go home too. Let me know if you need anything. Okay?" I nodded. When I saw Myalin turn the corner and disappear, I stepped through the exit door and entered the stairwell. I took my time going down to the next floor beneath us. Callan was quick to step towards me and stretch out his arms to greet me, but I pressed my hand to his chest to stop him. The second he wrapped me in his arms he would make me weak, I knew it. Plus, after David revealed that Callan had a fiancee and a woman appeared in his office literally days later, I was feeling all kinds of skeptical.

Lucian's POV As we lay on the bed, the soft sheets cradling us, Calla and I engaged in lighthearted banter. Our laughter filled the room, a melodic symphony that echoed with our shared joy. I couldn't resist the urge to play with her hair, my fingers weaving through the silky strands, marveling at their softness. Calla's eyes sparkled with delight, her playful nature shining through as she traced patterns on my bare chest, her fingertips leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

His entire face burned crimson. I turned to Callie and snapped, "A provocative text? Then, go ahead and show everyone the message you say I sent. I have no memory of sending anything just now. Besides, you all saw that I was tied up not long ago." Owen was ridiculously possessive. There was no way he would have let me touch my phone during sex. Callie shot me a nervous look before fainting on the spot.

“Do you know how it was to get you through those doors? Trust me, your job’s safe. You’ll probably be Luna of the pack by then! Imagine that the Alpha playing for the Daciana Wildcats and the Luna working for the Daciana Devils.” I smiled. “Imagine that.” Austin and a few players came into view. We locked eyes. I remembered our confrontation a few days ago. He frowned at me. The hatred was evident. If he were closer, he would have spit on me. I could feel it. Being less than five feet from him made my skin crawl. “Excuse me, Callie,” I said. She nodded and smiled. I walked out to the parking lot. I just wanted to sit in my car until it was over.

Without a second thought, acting on a three-year-old instinct of being a wife, I stepped into his personal space. The air in the hallway vanished. Flyn went silent. I reached up, my fingers moving with practiced grace as I straightened his collar and began to rework the knot of his tie. I felt the heat radiating off his chest, the heavy, rhythmic thrum of his heart against my knuckles. For a moment, I forgot he was a monster. I forgot he was my father-in-law. I just wanted him to look like the King he was. Then, reality came crashing back. I saw Flyn’s shocked expression. I felt Maxwell’s body go rigid as a board beneath my touch. My face went scarlet. I was acting like a wife to a man who h

Calla's POV "I'm calling your bluff," I said, my voice firm, trying to keep the fear from showing. "Stop using my friends as leverage and spell it out - what is it that you really want from me?" Something inside me had shifted, a cold determination settling in, as I realized I had to face this head-on. The last day had been a crash course in recognizing threats, and I knew I had to stand my ground. "No more games, no more hiding behind violence - just tell me what you want, straight out."