Joffrey Novels & Stories

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

ODETTE Jericho set me down and gestured to our clothes sprawled over the floor, "Put something on," he said as he shrugged on his boxers and grabbed a hair tie from the pedestal to prop his hair into a top knot. A grimace twisted his handsome features when he noted the coffee which had spilled when he had been straddling me on the bed, fucking my breasts and mouth, "I'm sorry. I know you were proud of making that and I'm proud of you for doing it all on your own with no assistance required. I'll clean it up."

All eyes went to Daemon who took confident strides towards her. He side-eyed Joffrey who stood right next to her and smirked. His eyes uncomfortably rested on her hand where the new wedding ring is on her finger. “I never thought you’d be the type of a man who would steal someone’s wife. Where did the honorable man who served my father go, Joffrey?” Joffrey’s face twitched in annoyance. “The old man would be disappointed on you if he’s still around today. He made sure his men are respectful to other families but I guess his own son fell short of his standards.”

I assume from all the snacks he has eaten based on the wrappers lying about. “You want me to… go with you…?” He seems shocked and looks at Falcon, who hasn’t removed his eyes from the warlock once. “I don’t particularly care for an extra person.” He says menacingly. I sigh and elbow him in the gut, but he doesn’t move an inch. “Why are we here, Monty?” Falcon asks. “We need him,” Monty says, refusing any more details than that. “My name is Joffrey. I am the last remaining descendant of Annika the Honest.” He says standing proud, and good for him being proud of his heritage. Even if it means absolutely nothing to me.

The look on my face must have given away my curiosity, because he then says to me, “I am sorry, where are my manners. I am Joffrey, the soon to be Alpha of the Blood Stone pack.” “Oh.” Slipped from my lips, as my eyes moved from him to my parents that were standing in the corner of the room with their eyes on me like hawks, as it was clear that they had sent him in my direction. Turning my attention back to Joffrey, I gave him a forced smile, before I admit to him, “I’m really not a good dancer, and I fear that I would make a spectacle of the both of us.” “Well, that’s even better yet, because I am a horrible dancer myself.” He

I can only assume this was Hail’s passive-aggressive way of punishing me and giving the cupcake protection because it’s my house sigil on the crest around her neck. Not my clan, Dracule, but house Vlademyre’s brand in the silver metal plate. One Hail didn’t bother to have her leave out to avoid this situation. Ally, enemy, kid. Doesn’t really matter at this point because all of them harassed someone under my protection. The immediate jump back as his heart lands with his body, comes with stark recognition as I lift our new servant into my arms. At least from them. Cupcake, on the other hand, has no clue what just happened.

"You will forget that Omega's name. You belong to me, and our sons are of my bloodline. The only pack you need to worry about is the one I lead." My mother stepped in front of the man and shielded me, her voice finally regained. "Sir, please! My daughter is weak! You must give her time! Well, who are you?" He looked down at her, a sign of disrespect and mockery in his blue eyes. "I am the one who gave her these boys. That is all you need to know, old woman. Annie, I will not force you now. But understand this: run to your rejected mate, and you seal his death warrant. I will be back for you." And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door h

By the next morning, Jacob had a meeting set up between Joseph and me at one of the most desired restaurants in town, La Grenouille. It was one of the most iconic French restaurants in New York and it was always busy so at least both of us knew that nothing would happen while we were there. The meeting was set for eight o’clock that night and I was already pumped. I had heard some crazy things about Joseph but it didn’t bother me. He wanted me to work with him and I wanted to have an agreement between us that I could live with. Now that my group was expanding I didn’t want our men to have to worry about pissing off the Suicide Kings.

His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him. “May I” he suddenly asked. Damn. I'm Freezing. This jerk, What does he mean?

taking a deep breath I raised my voice making sure I was audible. “From here on out, I, Noella Cindy James, am your queen. This city was labelled unwanted because of our forced status of being rogue. but here me now, that will no longer be. the unwanted city will no longer be unwanted anymore, oh dear no, we are going to form a pack, much more powerful than the packs that disowned and abandoned us for no reason. This pack will become a kingdom and will be ruled under me. The queen of Rogues. Everywhere we go, we will be feared, they will bow down to our feet, they will respect us. We will take over those packs that seem beneficial to us, we will be ruthless, we will be bloodthirsty. We will