Romans & histoires Cowboy Alchemist Fanfiction

And I know deep in the core of me, in the roar of my wolf, in the pulse of the bond that this is only the beginning. The world may be dangerous, the packs may whisper, and enemies may linger, but I am claimed. Fully. Completely. By the biker Alpha who will never let me go again. And this time… He isn’t just claiming me with his body. He’s claiming me with his heart, his soul, his everything. Every fight, every scar, every battle he has survived… it has led him to this moment. And I am finally his.

My dreams have finally turned into reality. We suddenly embrace each other, both of us getting lost into our own little world. Clapping, shouts and congratulations messages are heard,all coming from the kitchen door and upon taking a glance, I spot Debra and some Pack House staff standing there. I'm also surprised to see Pamela among them. I suddenly wonder what she's doing there yet she's now the Top Warrior's son's mate. As I contemplate on everything, Alpha Waylon Hunter claims me as his mate and without wasting time, I claim him back, accepting him with all that I have and from the bottom of my heart!

[Alma] "Take those pants off." His voice was rough, mirroring the hunger dancing inside those dark hazel eyes. "My cock's dying to be inside that wet pussy." The way he said it made a moan slip straight off my lips. I was shameless, I know. A fucking shameless woman who was married yet couldn't stop thinking about her husband's boss. Fuck. I'd never seen him like this before. The way his eyes burned into mine, dark and heated like he wanted to consume every inch of me slowly. The way his fingers traced my arm with such dangerous gentleness that it felt entirely new coming from a man like Zevyn Steele.

After calming down, I texted my best friend: "Your Alpha cousin, the one who had a crush on me and waited four years - is he still single?" "Of course he's single! He's still waiting for you to be his Luna! Hold on, I'll set up a meeting right now!" My friend's excited voice was somewhat comforting. But right after I hung up, a she-wolf appeared in front of me. Looking closer, it was number 18. "Hi, can I help you?" I thought number 18 was in the dark like I had been, but instead she was acting all high and mighty, telling me to back out of this 'competition.'

He knew the chemicals could only react when they were cast by an alchemist who had consumed a mutagen that caused them to tap into the manna fields, so he could stomp on them as much as he wanted because he knew they were nonreactive and couldn't harm him. “Don't listen to them Gale, defeat them!” Nelanian screamed angrily. The alchemist said, "Shut up, you little rodent," tightening his grip on the boy's neck, making him squeal. “Stop! I told you not to injure him!” Rhaizen Gale spoke up, taking little steps and a blind eye as he approached them. “If you get any closer, the boy will stop screaming. The alchemist exclaimed, "I'm going to cut out his tongue!" Rhaizen Gale eventually came to a

-Oh there it is Cristian- he pointed to the side of the very crowded track- And apparently in good company- Alisha spotted him in the crowd with a girl that what he needed to devour him alive was to take off his clothes, and he did not cooperate much to get rid of her. A pulse of pain in her chest brought her to her feet. She felt herself lose control of herself and the wolf inside her came to light to claim what was hers. She brought her hand to her head and removed the barrette, letting the scarlet curls fall over her body in combination with her dress.

“Sometime will you tell me what you are doin’ with these cowboys in your dreams?” “I’d rather show you. But we’d need a third player in our game…of pinochle. I don’t suppose you’ve got a hot guy friend who’s up for a rodeo?” Hell yeah, his buddy Jack would totally be up for that. “Lord, you’re killin’ me, woman, teasin’ me ’bout your fantasies. You are gonna share those details, right?” “Yes. But I’m too tired to do the fantasy justice right now. Maybe we can act out some of the…more challenging parts later. I vaguely remember a scene with ropes.”

He'd shut them down with a glare and returned to the ranch house which was quiet as a tomb. He hadn't intended to drink what was left in the half-full bottle of Jim Beam. Or had it been half-empty? That was a damn stupid argument, if you asked him. Any way you sliced it, he'd drained that bottle dry, all the while replaying the last week in his mind. What in the hell had possessed him to imagine that a city lawyer could come out to west butt-crack Idaho and fall in love with a cowboy like himself? Or better yet, that he could fall in love with her?

She looked towards Crysler. 'He doesn't care about me!!!' She cried. The tears fell on her cheeks. Crysler can feel her pain, every tear of his mate is falling over his chest. But he can not let Wolf Alpha know that Rebecca is his mate or he can use it against Crysler. "Haha, you think, I am a fool?" Wolf Alpha laughed manically. "I know this girl is your mate." Wolf Alpha smirked. But the expression on Crysler's face didn't change.

I back away until my spine hits stone. “Get out,” I choke. The girl smiles. It is not human. “She left you alone,” the Witch’s voice murmurs through her mouth. “How careless of him.” My wolf erupts inside me, furious. MATE! “Kael isn’t careless,” I snap, forcing strength into my shaking limbs. “He’s hunting you.” The servant tilts her head, amused. “Oh, little wolf,” the Witch croons. “He thinks he is.” The air thickens.