Lila And Enzo Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

“I’m doing you a favour. Half of the pack is downstairs. You wouldn’t want to be late to the Mates’ Luncheon, now, would you?” Then her gaze drifted to me. I wet my lips, suddenly nervous. “Hi,” I offered weakly. Firm hands rested on wide hips. She looked like some sort of warrior goddess, stood like that: big breasts, muscular arms and legs, powerful jaw. “You’re Scarlett, I take it. The werewolf that can’t shift.” The blood rushed from my face. “That’s me.” Resigned, Enzo sighed and sat up, one arm winding around my waist protectively. “Marla, this is my mate, Scarlett. Scar, this is my Beta, Marla.”

“I’m asking you to return to your home. The one you came from before you came here. For the sake of our friendship, I think it’s for the best.” “Is that really what you want?” She asked in a broken whisper. “Yes,” I answered. “It is.” I turned away from her, no longer wishing to continue the conversation. “I’m going to take a shower,” I said as I left her alone in her thoughts. … Back in the present moment, Lila stared at me with large eyes as we sat next to each other on the plane. Both of our wolves nearly escaped from us at the same time. “Professor Enzo?” She gasped. “What are you doing here??”

“Why don’t you tell us what happened in your nightmare.” She sniffed, still struggling to keep herself calm enough to speak. “You were there,” she said to Dominic. “And another werewolf I never saw before. You were both reaching over a cliff for Mommy, but she already fell too far, and you couldn’t catch her.” I rubbed her back comfortingly. “What did the other werewolf look like?” Dominic asked. Lila narrowed her eyes, trying to remember, and the effort seemed to distract her from crying. “He had brown hair, and some hair here, too.” She pointed to her chin. “And his eyes were purple.”

Black Mist Pack Olivia Anderson “I see you are trying so hard to be brave, let me guess… you are the new Luna and we stand no chance…” Lila let out a loud laugh, it was so loud that it echoed through the trees. I looked on my side to see Mendoza who had already shifted into his massive wolf, growling at Lila. She stared at him like a bug that had to be squashed immediately. “Leave…before it gets worse for you…” I commanded. I could feel a strong power inside of me… I could feel my Chloe.

I replied cockily, my wolf growling in disapproval. Watch your tone with her, my wolf warned, his voice seething in my head. He had no tolerance for my arrogance when it came to Lila. The dumbass beast was utterly whipped. He didn’t care that she constantly challenged me or hurled insults my way. The moment her intoxicating plum and jasmine scent reached him, he practically turned into a lovesick puppy. Lila rolled her eyes dramatically, shaking her head as if she didn’t care. “Whatever,” she muttered, her dismissive tone making my wolf growl softly in my chest.

A faint, silvery glow at the far end. Drawn to it, I moved closer. A wolf stood there, her fur shimmering like moonlight, her body bound by heavy chains that clinked against the stone floor. She had her back to me at first, but when she turned, her eyes—silver like liquid starlight—locked with mine. “Lila…” Her voice was soft, yet it echoed through me as though I had known it all my life. I froze. How did she know my name? “I am lonely,” she whispered. “When will you be ready?”

" Yes, I am Violetta. And you are?" "Alicia. Future Luna of the Tahitti Clan." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. If she was a noble woman with a future clan, what was she doing here? "My wolf was created without a mate. I need a royals offspring to rule my clan." She answered my unspoken question. "What's your story, Violetta? Why are you here?" Mary asked. I smiled brightly at them. No, they couldn't know. They weren't my friends. We were competitors no matter how they tried to sugar coat this relationship. Only one of us could survive here. Only one.

“Fae don’t growl. That only leaves the wolf part of you. Not all hybrids end up with wolves, but it’s highly unlikely for one of Alpha blood to not have one. So, yes, she’s there. Bound but there. This proves that the binding is weakening.” Another knock came, causing me to pout. I didn’t really want to leave this bed. Enzo chuckled and kissed my pout away, telling me that he’d get rid of the nuisance known as Niccolò while I got ready for the day. My eyes widened when I saw the bulge in his shorts. Holy mother of wow. He just winked at me. I saw him adjusting himself and making my mind spiral down a rabbit hole of what that part of him looked like. I shook off my thoughts to focus on what l

Instead, he walked toward the mini bar, poured a glass of something dark, and downed it in one long swallow. He only turned to face me at that point. “There’s an old legend among wolves. One my father used to tell before bedtime like a ghost story. About a Luna born once in a generation. One who carries two bloodlines. one who, unless marked by force, cannot be controlled by any Alpha A chill snaked down my spine. I opened my mouth to ask the question forming like a storm in my chest, but he beat me to it. "And you, Lila... you came from noble blood on your father's side and rogue blood on your mother's side." I missed it. “That’s not possible my father was”

I stayed when the last shudder rolled through him and he dropped to all fours, body stretching, reshaping, spine pushing out, fur exploding over skin in a rush of dark and rippling shadow. And then— Silence. Where Enzo had stood was a massive black wolf. Bigger than any I’d ever imagined, thick fur like smoke, eyes amber and burning through me. He lifted his head, lips peeling back over sharp, terrible teeth. He took one step toward me. I stumbled back. Not because I didn’t trust him— But because instinct doesn’t give a shit about love or loyalty. Instinct saw a predator. The back of my legs hit the bed.