Novel & Cerita Fem Ash And Lance Fanfiction

Thank God I didn't have to worry about that myself. Luna was grinning like an idiot, spreading her white teeth with braces. When did she even get those? “Ohh....babe, let's not waste our precious time on a slut who'll never be able to find Prince Charming.” And then she flipped her hair and strolled off. “Asshole !” I growled. What she said hurt me, she indirectly said that I would never find a husband. I wasn't searching for one anyway, so I just brushed it out of my mind.

Rain pattered soft on Sienna’s hood, a steady drip that matched the thud of her boots on the muddy path. Lila led the way—small, hunched, her coat too big, her steps shaky like she’d collapse any second—and Sienna followed, her jaw tight, the vial a cold lump in her pocket. Roman trailed a few paces back, silent, his presence a weight she couldn’t shake—his heat, his kiss, still burning on her lips, a mistake she couldn’t unmake. Her chest ached, raw and tangled, and she hated it—hated him for making her feel it, hated herself for letting him in even that much.

Lancer left, thumping his foot on the ground as he walked upstairs, hoping to catch a little bit of Aliana attention downstairs. But Aliana didn’t even bother to glance his way, as she continued to chat with his cousin with those eyes shining so brightly, making his gaze darkening as green vein bulged out from his nape. If one who don’t know better were to see these guys.. They will surely mistake Aliana and Jasper as the mated one instead. “...”

But beneath the furs, where the pack couldn't see, his hand was trembling against my skin. He had saved my life, but he had just sold my soul to satisfy his pack. As he led me back into the shadows, I ripped my arm from his grip. "You’re a coward," I whispered, the silver fire in my blood turning to ice. Kael stopped, his back to me. "I’m an Alpha, Asha. And an Alpha doesn't get to have a heart. They only get to have a throne." "Then enjoy your throne," I spat.

“Freedom. Raine. Your perfect, pureblood future.” He stares at me like he doesn’t know whether to snarl or grab me. “And all I want,” I add softly, dangerously, “is to stop feeling like I lost a game I never agreed to play.” For a moment, the world holds its breath. Then Ashton laughs—short, harsh. “You think this makes you noble?” I grin, all teeth. “No. It makes me done.” I turn on my heel, fire humming beneath my skin. “Full moon,” I threw over my shoulder. “Be there.”

“Lance has that quiet, angry, disciplined thing going on. Very dangerous. Very attractive. Probably difficult. I like difficult.” “You like trouble.” “Same family.” I pulled the blanket up to her chin this time. “Go to sleep.” “And Asher…” Her smile changed, becoming more wicked. “Asher is mentally unwell, gorgeous and jealous. Did you see his face when Lance picked me up?” “No.” “Liar.” “I was being carried away.” “You still saw.” Unfortunately, I had.

It wanted to fall into place. I forced my breath steady, the way my mother taught me, the way you steady your hands before stitching a wound. Then I spoke the only words that had ever worked. “ASH.” Black cinders rose off the floor, spiraling around the circle. The runes flared, resisting, but the ash didn’t care. It tightened, thickened, becoming a wall—around Dax’s ankles, around the etched lines, smothering the glow. For one heartbeat, the pull on him eased.