Novel & Cerita Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Crossover

Heather’s POV The wedding vows and exchange of rings passed by in a blur. My eyes were fixed on Alpha Kayden. He placed one hand on my cheek, the warmth of his touch comforting. I closed my eyes, bracing for what came next—sharp pain. I moaned as his canines sank into my neck, marking me as his mate. It was the symbol of our union, the sign of becoming his Luna. My vision blurred from the pain and the overwhelming surge of Alpha Kayden’s power mingling with my own. I felt lightheaded until his strong arms pulled me closer, my body supported by his sturdy frame.

After every morsel had been consumed, I tried to think of my next move. I lay all the facts I know in my mind. One, I’m the stealer. Two, Farris lied and sold me off to the Alpha King of North America. Without my consent. Three, the Alpha King Theon Valenti Rexellen of the Rexellen pack is my Mate. Four, because of the conniving madness of my family, he believes my sister is his Mate. How do I know this to be false? Ruelle told her mother that she didn’t feel a pull toward Theon, which went against everything I knew about mates.

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.

She pushed me, " We are about to have a child together. You have put his life in danger so many times. I wish you were dead. He is mine. Mine. " Fortunately, Alpha Kristian came to get her back to her chamber and I was able to go on my way. I didn't let her cruel words work on me because I knew that I would not cause any havoc in Alpha Tyrion's life. After this competition ends and the dangers flying his head are gone, I would leave him. The building almost black in color from the years of rain and no care, stared back at me. The garden which was now a ruin of something beautiful gave a haunted feeling. The air was colder here than the rest of the kingdom. Darkness and silence welcomed in th

I slid the silver bracelet from my wrist—the one that symbolized our arranged bond—and held it out. “I am not less than anyone,” I said clearly. “If Caleb rejects me, another Alpha will claim me.” The tokens of our betrothal were exchanged. And just like that—after more than ten years—the bond was severed. Exactly as Caleb had always wanted. He pushed himself up, bruises stark across his shoulders. For the first time, his eyes flickered with something unreadable. He hadn’t expected me to walk away. Not without begging. Not without tears. “Quinn,” his voice was low, almost dangerous, “you really think you won’t come crawling back?”

They humiliated her, hurt her, bullied her without mercy. Until a handsome young man appeared—Darius Blackthorn. He helped her, protected her, and gave her the attention she had never received, making her heart slowly open to him. Until fate, guided by the Moon Goddess, united her with the man she had loved in silence for seven years through a sacred marriage. Rayna appeared happy, becoming the Luna of the city’s strongest Alpha, her husband, Darius. But something changed in him. Darius now was harsh, belittling, always hurting her without mercy. Yet she believed this was a trial, demanding she become a strong Luna.

“You’re my one and only flame.” “And you,” Tharros murmured, brushing his lips against her forehead, “are my Nightfire.” Nyxoria smiled wide, her heart warm and full. “Come on,” she said playfully, nudging him. “Let’s go take a bath and then go see Dika and Vyrelen.” “As you wish, my Nightfire,” Tharros murmured with a grin, slipping out of bed after her. ★★★★ Unknown Place:

The return of normalcy after those three stolen days felt like a cage closing around them. Victor was back, full of stories from Chicago and new deals to celebrate. The mansion buzzed with staff and business calls, but underneath it all, Freya felt like she was drowning in two realities. One where she was her father’s cherished daughter. The other where she was Draven Cross’s secret obsession — the woman he fucked like he’d die without her, the woman he whispered “I love you” to in the dark.

It was best to introduce myself first, in case he had no idea what was going on. "Lucas, my name is Sabrina Pierce. I'm your fiancée." There was a brief two-second pause, as if he were searching his memory for my name. When he spoke again, his voice had turned cold. "Fiancée? What fiancée? Anyone entering the Hunt residence must have an invitation. Otherwise, it's trespassing." Then his voice softened again. "Queenie, don't be upset. It's just a ring. When I get back, I'll buy you another one."

“Yes fuck me fill me again give the child more—” They rutted like animals sweat-slick, gasping, the realm amplifying every sensation. Vines joined them, teasing nipples, stroking cocks, wrapping around throats above their collars. The hybrid child grew visibly with every load Damian pumped into Alex, the belly rounding further, tentacles brushing Damian’s skin affectionately. They came together shuddering, screaming each other’s names—seed and fluid mixing on the ground, feeding the planet. But the realm wasn’t done. It showed them visions.