Jax Ragatha Ao3 Novels & Stories

Slow drops of rain kept hitting me and the weight of laying down was all over me. The hard smell of smoke and woods filled my nose as I slept there,but when my eyes opened all that I could see were tall woods. Where was I ? The question went into my head and the next moment I got my answer. Last night after the festivals my father tried to have me killed and I somehow managed to escape with the rogue Alpha. The rogue Alpha, the moment I thought of him, I snapped and got up but the adrenaline shot through me and forced me back on the floor.

He gripped my chin and pulled me too close despite knowing that I was getting uncomfortable. My face scrunched in disgust as I squeezed my eyes shut. The way he manhandled me replayed in my mind. I hadn't been this close to a man ever before. Not even Ethan ever behaved this way. I was aware of his feelings. I knew Ethan loved me, but he always maintained his boundary. He respects me, that's why he never tried to approach me inappropriately. But Travis Scott, I can't believe that the man who was renowned all over the world is a bastard in real life.

Thane queries, making me nod, knowing he is right; I’ve only ever seen Vaari feed from Mummo when he has shown great displays of power, to recover. “Like Embry says, Raven is very special, if she drains herself to much, she needs it to recover like we do when we’re injured. Raven and Liliana have more surprises in them yet,” Jonathan answers for me, returning looking like a true Viking God effortlessly dragging a good size reindeer. “You couldn’t find any smaller game?” I question, standing to help him dress the deer as he shrugs, and the others return with water. “I can smell rogues nearby, and from their scent it’s women and children,” Jonathan admits, brushing my hair from my face, making

It feels to me like he is more scared of what Master Xaulfur will do to him if he does not bow at the woman’s words. “You do not look the Master in the eye, girl. Do you have a death wish?” She barks at me, and I automatically find myself bowing with Sir Jack as she rises to her feet. When she paces her way toward us, I see just how graceful she looks in her lengthy, shimmering white dress, her dark dreadlocks held neatly behind her head. She has a skin like mine, which tells me she is of Mother Africa’s blood. “Is she the reaper?” she asks Sir Jack, though her eyes never leave mine. She stands less than a foot below me… very close to me, forcing my eyes down even as my forehead knocks again