Charm Tracy Wolff Novels & Stories

“Oh, I see. You’re the charity case Tracy mentioned. The one who married the cripple for a paycheck. How fitting.” Tracy looked mortified. “I’m so sorry, Chika. I shouldn't have brought you here.” I looked at Tracy. He used to be the fiercest scout in our unit, but now he looked haunted. “This isn't your fault, Tracy,” I said, my voice carrying through the room. “You shouldn't feel guilty just because a stray bitch hasn't been taught not to bark at her betters. Stop being so kind to the help.” Lucien sat back, a look of amused interest on his face. He didn't intervene; he wanted to see the Whitmore wolf bite.

Heavy tears come rolling down my cheeks more from the pain than from the sound of raw anguish in his voice as he continues, "Tracy was weak, Destiny. She was weak after childbirth and you took advantage of that to kill her. Be brave enough to admit it!" Those words make something in my chest break. Tracy? Weak? Isn't she the same woman that asked for a party to be thrown the minute she gave birth because she was so strong? "Tracy is a trained warrior wolf, Tristan. I wouldn't be able to defeat her in combat, not even on her worst day." The words scrape out of my hoarse throat as my body trembles from pain but it's true. He knows it's true. Tristan's voice only cracks with more emotion as he

I ask her curiously. “Tracy,” the woman says bitterly. “She was found at the bottom of the dungeon stairs with a bullet in her head.” I gulp. I know exactly how Tracy died. She died at the hands of my mother. “What do you want me to say?” I ask the woman. “She tortured me.” “Tracy was an important member of this pack,” the woman explains. “She was head Omega.” “And she was a terrible person,” I snap at her. “I will not mourn her loss.”

Charles instructed. "Right hand to God, I promise, you won't hear it from anyone again." Tracy said winking. "Did you say Reeves Park? I put in a lot of my old man's connections for that one. You better work this Joanne for all she's worth. If you catch my drift." Tracy winked again. Charles only grunted. "But be honest. Was it the boobs? Hey, I don't blame ya." Tracy poked again. Charles turned his laptop to face him.

“We have Mr. Wolffe to thank for this. And maybe some recognition should be given to Miss Blanc who happens to be a good friend of his.” She didn’t miss the emphasis he put on the word FRIENDS and it wasn’t lost on Stella too who stopped jumping and clapping in excitement. She turned to Sophia with a questioning brow as did some of the staff present. Stella nudged her. When she glanced at her she saw the unspoken questions in her friend’s eyes. Shrugging she forced a smile to her lips but the damage was already done. Tager’s implication hit its target and he knew it because the look in his eyes was one of cold satisfaction.

Not in a creepy way, but in a protective way that makes my wolf purr even as my human side bristles at needing protection at all. It's during my afternoon reading time on the back porch that I hear them – Olivia and another female voice I vaguely recognize as Tracy, a wolf from Forest Trails pack that visited with Rhett a few times. They're around the corner of the house, probably thinking they're far enough away that I can't hear them. "I just don't understand," Tracy's saying, her voice tight with something that sounds like jealousy. "He ended our contract because of her? She's barely more than a pup."

Fast forward to the future, the leading actress who had humiliated her back then was already locked away. Tracy did not trust anyone in the industry. In fact, the only person she trusted was Roland, yet he was a nobody. His incompetence had long extinguished any hint of affection Tracy might have had for him.

Tracy walked slowly into his sleek, modern office. She wore a simple white sweater and dark jeans. Her eyes were still puffy and bright red from crying all morning, but a genuine, beautiful light shone brightly across her pale face. The heavy shadow of Chandler's abuse was finally lifting from her shoulders. Stopping right in front of his large desk, she looked down at him. Her hands shook slightly as she grabbed the edge of the smooth glass surface. "Thank you," Tracy said, her voice trembling with intense, profound gratitude. "You promised me you had a plan yesterday in the car, but I never imagined you would actually risk everything to pull her out of there."

Tracy's voice was heavy with fatigue as she said her piece before ending the call, "Thomas, come tomorrow. I'm out. I'm leaving the Wells family behind. I'll be gone, but don't think for a second that means I've stopped hating you." Chloe, eyeing Thomas's scowl, leaned into his arm reassuringly. "Mr. Wells, don't sweat it. You've won. Tracy can't touch you now. "Rebecca's gone, and that's that. Mr. Wells, you've got a line of women waiting to be your bride."

he warned, pulling his own ears firmly. "She isn't a bad person," I shrugged, and plus,it was being mean that pushed Tracy away, remember?" I raised an eyebrow at him, hoping that he got the point I was coming from "This is an entirely different scenario," he argued, "Whatever," I waved his comment off, " Haati is a nice person I think she is one of the reasons why I found Tracy." _if it weren't her, I probably would still be stuck trying out various women as being suggested by a part of me wo.dered how.he managed to source various she wolf's but that Ia a topic for another day. _