Hetalia Fanfiction America Military Novelas e Histórias

"You're belong to me. Nothing can touch what's mine." My legs turned to mush. He had called me his, echoing what his wolf had said. They seem to be forgetting how thiscould all end any day. "I'll wait right here for you," he promised. I don't know how long the bath took. It’s hard to focus when a lethal Alpha is standing guard outside your door just because you asked him to. By the time I stepped back out, dressed in his black hoodie that nearly reached my knees and a pair of leggings, my heart was beating like a bird in a cage.

The next day, I didn't go to class. That evening, there was a knock at my apartment door. Marcus stood in the hallway, still reeking of alcohol. "Vicky, I texted you. Why didn't you reply?" I looked down at his chat thread. The message read: "How come you weren't at training? Your absence cost the whole unit 3 points." In high school, during military training, I'd been sick often and missed a lot of days. Back then, Marcus would write my excuse notes and gently rub my head. "Vicky, I've got your back. No one's going to say anything about you."

All of them dressed like the daughters of rich men. They looked around the bar, clucking their tongues, marveling that a place this filthy could exist. One of them pointed at me. "You're Emma? The Alpha's first love?" I bit the inside of my cheek and smiled and asked if they wanted to order drinks. The girl heard the price and laughed unpleasantly. "What kind of drinks cost that much? And what are you wearing? You think you're at the beach?" Another said, "I bet she throws in some special services. Like —"

Magnus let it run a moment longer before he lifted one hand. The room went quiet enough to hear the fire again. He didn't speak right away. He let the silence sit, turning the last twenty minutes over before he finally gave them his answer. "It doesn't matter what it is." His voice wasn't loud, but it didn't need to be. "Lone wolf. Rogue. Spy. None of that changes the fact that something crossed into our territory and none of us saw it happen. That, on its own, is the problem." No one argued.

It was fine. The jacket could be laundered. Alex let himself revel in bliss, in the curl of their scents together, musky with sex. His beautiful mate was heavy on top of him, but ofcourse Alex didn’t mind. His inner alpha was pleased, and a low rumbling purr started up in his chest as he stroked his Ash hair.

I sense within me. "Your mate is a strong mafia, he's one of the most respected shifter mafia in the world, not only in North America." Emily seems proud of this but there is nothing to be proud of, I see nothing to rejoice over here. I don't know her reason, perhaps she has other things in mind.

The other one replied just as indignantly, ‘I hear there won’t be a trial him, and that bloody idiot who thinks he should be President will be shot and disposed of discreetly, no one will ever know, it all being kept hush-hush. I happen to care about our relationship with the Brits. They are the finest fighting force we Americans have ever fought alongside, they have always, without fail, had our backs. Why would they betray our greatest Allies? Jack opened his eyes and looked at me then joined in their conversation,

He could not help but feel a little angry. Immediately afterward, he said arrogantly, “Ten Thousand Armies is a mercenary organization that has gathered all of the top mercenaries in the world together. Many of our soldiers are soldiers who have served in the special forces in their countries. More than half of Hamed’s soldiers are illiterate. So, how can this possibly be the same thing? The difference between these two is even bigger than the difference between the United States and Zimbabwe!”

Harvey York smiled. “Elder, I didn’t call the head of the military just for him to persuade me. I’m preparing to get rid of some spies from America that were planted in Country H. I need cooperation from the military.” “Spies from America?!” The Elder of the army’s tone seemed quite serious. “After the war back then, the five strongest countries, with America included, seemed like they stopped fighting on the surface, but they had been using small tricks in secret.

“Baby, I’m right here, you’re just dreaming, you’re home now.” I kept whispering the same words in her ears hoping it would do something. I had never felt so helpless in my life. I was an Alpha, people from all over trembled at the mere mention of my name. I had the largest military of any pack on this side of the world and yet, I couldn’t help my own mate when it came to a fucking nightmare.