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she tried off. “This tuna? It's untouched, Roxanne,” I said and rubbed my forehead. She shook her head, her eyes wide with terror. “I swear the cat ate the tuna. What's going on?” “Roxanne you have to be contained till you're back to normal.” “I am normal,” she protested. “I'm not crazy, Alpha.” I sighed in exasperation. “Fine. Who did you see, Roxanne?” “A woman,” she said hastily. “She's tall and really beautiful. Her red hair was in a French plait and her green eyes were almost lifeless. Freckles adorned her cheeks and her dress was royal. Brown in colour with lovely designs.”

𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗛𝗜'𝗦 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗞𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 Age - 27 I*******m singer and Dancer Roohi's friend Loves her secretly Calls her Bhootni Childhood besties Understand her without even her words Supports her no matter what "She is my life, how can anyone take it away. Is it a dessert?" 𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗕𝗶𝘀𝗵𝘁

Just a man. Luca stared at him, eyes widening slowly. “Riven… your eyes.” Riven blinked. The world steadied. “What about them?” “They’re—” Luca swallowed. “They’re normal.” No amber glow. No shadows curling at the edges of his vision. The Ghost was gone. A sound tore through the church then—boots, shouts, weapons being raised. Wolf burst through a side door with three riders behind him, guns sweeping the room. He froze when he saw them.

Maybe she could get him to pay them a visit if she happened to run into him, and that was if he wasn't under the influence of the curse and killed her first. That was the only way she could escape them. They wouldn't be foolish enough to chase her into such territory. Roxanne could feel the current getting stronger already, pulling her towards a waterfall that would probably kill her if she didn't execute her dive well enough. "Hey bitch!" Roxanne's head whipped to the sound and a stone hit her on the head. Everything went black for a solid minute and Roxanne returned to the feeling of water filling her lungs at a rapid pace.

she retorts confidently, her resolve unshaken. Richard narrows his eyebrows, a glint of defiance in his eyes as he leans in closer. "Make me," he challenges, the tension between them crackling with unspoken words and the promise of a power struggle yet to unfold. Audrey's grin widens, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she calls out, "Roxanne!" In response to Audrey's summons, a woman strides into the room. Roxanne is in her mid-thirties, her brunette hair secured in a long, thick braid that cascades down her back. Dressed in a simple black tank top, cargo pants, and combat boots, Roxanne exudes an air of strength and confidence.

He kicked his horse into a gallop, chasing after Roxanne. Roxanne's laughter echoed through the hills as she rode faster, her horse's mane flowing in the wind. Jaxon followed close behind, his eyes fixed on Roxanne's horse. Roxanne turned to Jaxon, a sly grin spreading across her face. "You wish I was riding you this fast instead, don't you?" Jaxon's eyes widened, his face flushing with arousal. He shook his head, trying to clear the thought. "Roxy, take it easy."

She noticed Helena had only left the compound in a car. Inhaling deeply, she wiggled her hand. The cut around her wrist vanished. Then, she waved her hand over the injury on her face. The deep cut vanished as well. Seconds after that, her face morphed into another face. Susan Banner! Susan stretched her neck and jaws, making sure everything was back into place. Then, she went to the mirror on the wall. She put her hand through and pulled a body out of it. The body was none other than Rosella Chester!

Roxxane’s Point of View “But that’s quite impossible Roxxane, you are magical in my sixth sense, powerful even. My foresight was never wrong unless there was a dark and deep twirling of destiny itself. That would mean chaos and misfortune to this whole world. “ As speechless as I am, I merely furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Roxxane, you are already a mystery for being here even though you are not a shifter, yet your presence in my dreams is also beyond my apprehension. Truly, what are you hiding?” In a desperate hope to get myself out of her doubt, I ransacked all of my pockets and made a sign signifying ‘see?’ to her when I found nothing but merely the mien of emptiness. She smiled ever

I was terrified and taken aback, but when she held my hands, I relaxed. "It's you, isn't it? " She smiled at me as if I knew what she meant. But before I could ask, she continued. "You're Dianna's Roxanna. Of course you are! " She laughed. "How could I not put it together? It's just that she calls you Roxanna and now it's Roxy, but I still should've known. Ace told me that you and your brother came here to train, but he never mentioned that you were a Silent Moon wolf".

It was only a matter of time before he’d answer them. “Has anyone heard about Dr. Paxton’s mate? How are they doing? What are we doing about healing in the area while he is away?” Rose listened to the questions of a rather heavily pregnant she-wolf. Her questions and concerns were valid. “I guess most of the pack doesn’t realize that there are actually two Dr. Paxtons in the area. Heather Paxton is still here and now a member of the Shadow Pack. She’ll be here to look after the community’s healing needs. I’ve heard she’s not just a doctor, but a healer as well. So, I know everyone is in expert hands with her in control of the healing needs of the area.” Rose hated the idea. This she-wolf wor