Heather X Astrid Novels & Stories

There is obviously nothing a mother won’t do for her son, including put her own life at risk. Just then, Rick came through the door with Teaghan in tow. With grace and confidence, Teaghan came in looking like all the Luna that she will be soon enough. “Luna Daria, thank you for meeting me here. This is my mate and soon to be Luna, Teaghan. Teaghan, this is Luna Daria Black. She is the Hidden Falls Pack Luna.” Teaghan steps up to Daria and raises her hand. Daria takes her hand in a firm grip and shakes.

Normal Laurie would have said something rude at this point, but now he has to be nice to everyone, that sounds exhausting, "This is my cousin, Rio." "My name is Crystal," the girl says and dares to take another step toward him. She wants to say something else, but I interrupt her. "And what's your name?" I ask, stepping closer to my girl. "I'm Leah," she answers. Now that I'm closer, her scent hits me. Strong perfume mixed with omega scent. I don't feel a need to breathe deeper, I don't feel drawn to it, but I don't let that matter. "You girls want a drink?" I offer and I dare to touch Leah's back. They both nod, "Follow us."

Hera stated in a loud voice. Astrid's pupils rolled. "Geez! Hera, you are like those husbands of us, always overacting. Of course my daughter has a boyfriend—" "—see!" Astrid shushed, Hera. "Alright! Calm down. My Winter has a boyfriend like a friend, an opposite gender friend not in a romantic way of boyfriend," Astrid paused for a moment to show her arms her hair rose up. "See this?" She asked, Hera. "I'm having goosebumps just thinking that my five-year-old daughter has a romantic boyfriend."

“Stay away. All the catty witches will start fighting over them. Sit back and let the competition take themselves out. Those two will take any women mixed up with them down when they fall. They are trouble on two or four legs. Sexy trouble, but trouble.” Heather’s words annoyed Rose. Heather was always a little jealous. She was the daughter of the Rolling Meadows Pack Healer. Rose knew Heather didn’t believe she belonged. She believed her father’s position made her less than, but they didn’t care. So, Amber had to drag Heather to these events.

Reed POV The sound of the patio door opening followed by the mouthwatering scent of roasted walnuts had us both turning to see Heather exiting the cabin. She is wearing a knee-length loose-fitting dark purple skirt with a white chop halter top. Her hair is down and still damp from her shower. The small amounts of water that are dripping from her hair are causing her white top to become see-through in places. No bra again, she really is going to be the death of me. I know I should stop staring, but how can you when there is someone this perfect standing in front of you. “Is there anything I can help with?” The sound of her sweet voice pulls both Lucas and I out of thoughts.

“Hmmm, What do I want from you? How about you get your shits and get the fuck out of here because nobody likes you, and nobody wants you here! And while you are at it, I suggest you get that ridiculous idea that I’ll be mating with you out of your damn mind. I wouldn’t be with you if you were the last girl on earth, I would never be caught having an affair with you, not even in my dreams. You can keep screwing around with the Alphas son, or anyone else you desire. But stay the fuck away from Heather and I. You won’t live to tell the story if I catch you threatening her again.” Xander warned her, earning a few tears and scowl. I wonder why he hates her so much, he doesn’t even care that she’s

"Alpha?" "Did anything happen to Astrid?" I said anxiously. Why had she reacted like that? Freya shook her head, lowering her gaze. "No… no Alpha. Nothing happened to her but… she is no longer with us." I grabbed her arm harder than I intended. "What do you mean 'she is no longer with us'?" She looked up at me sharply. "She escaped from the pack with her mate, Xavier." Impossible. That was my first thought. Astrid would never do anything like that.

I felt a surge of adrenaline as I realized I had narrowly escaped being smothered. But Xylara's expression was serene, almost innocent. She smiled sweetly at me, and her voice was laced with concern. "Astrid, dear, I was just checking on you. You were having a nightmare, and I didn't want you to hurt yourself." I stared at her, my mind reeling with shock and fear. How could she be so calm, so collected, after what she had just tried to do? I knew that I had to be careful around her, that I couldn't trust her as far as I could throw her. I forced myself to speak, trying to keep my voice steady.

She has been my destruction and instigator of my downfall. Astrid. My sister. My body locked, frozen between disbelief and a bone-deep ache that made my breath shaky. Oh, of course. Any fruit that drops from Lyra will always be poisoned. “I went to visit Mum one day,” Astrid said, her voice deceptively light, “and she pitched this... mind-blowing idea. Everything shifted after that. She gave me the coordinates to the stash she buried years ago, introduced me to her old plastic surgeon, and I had my entire face redone to look exactly like Esmeraya.”

I reminded him quietly, though my pulse quickened at the sight of them. One of the figures stepped forward, lowering their hood just enough to reveal the sharp, ageless features of a woman with silver hair and eyes that gleamed like the stars. Her gaze pierced through me as if she could see into the very depths of my soul. “I am Astrid, High Keeper of the Dusk Court,” she said, her voice as cool and sharp as the night air. “You seek our help, but the world has changed, Alpha. Why should we involve ourselves in your war?”