Novel & Cerita Male Rover X Scar

Even Virex stood at a distance, his hand on the hilt of his blade. “His pulse is off the charts,” Marrow growled, trying to hold Xander’s shoulders. “He’s not coming back. He’s sinking into the Great Dark.” Suddenly, Xander’s eyes snapped open. They weren't golden anymore. They were a terrifying, molten crimson, swirling with flecks of black iron. A sound erupted from his throat that wasn't a growl or a howl - it was the sound of a tectonic plate snapping.

ALPHUS' POV I was scouting the borders of the Cerulean Moon Pack when I smelt her, my mate. I followed her unique scent to the side of the road. I saw her jump into a silver Mercedes. She was with one of them, a wolf from the Cerulean Moon Pack. Like a beanstalk, my anger grew wild and rapidly. My entire body tensed when I saw her stripping off his clothes and then riding his cock like a jockey.

Sniper rounds wouldn't even scratch the surface of it. "Let's move out," I said, making sure to move slowly enough that we didn't lose contact. "Wait!" Xander jerked back. "Up top!" Scarlet screamed at the same time. Xander jumped back behind the wall. "You hit?" I asked Xander through our implant link. Scarlet, Ransom, and I were running to the truck. "I'm good. We forgot Scarlet's stuff." "Give me two. I'll get them in the truck. Come back for you."

I moved backward, bending my neck sideways to strengthen the muscles, the bones cracked, and Karen never wanted me to react. It was going to be a fight before Scarlett came out, the conversation would turn out to be a bloody fight of death. “You should give me a reasonable answer to why Scarlett should return home?” he asked, adjusting his long sleeves covering his fingers that had shifted to long claws, his hands were hairy, and his robe was tearing off protruding out his naked chest which was now shifted to a hairy fleshy wolf, same with his face. I also didn't miss the look of surprise on his face.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

Anger rushing from her waist all the way to her head, shouting at her to demand an answer from the guy who should play her husband without considering possible consequences. The dialing tone doesn’t even stop before the host hammers down yet again: “110,000 dollars from Mr. X!” Ava’s eyes dart to the host before following his passionate smile all the way to the middle window on the second floor. Its curtain just stops moving, revealing Scar sitting on the red velvet armchair like a queen on her throne, the plate in her hand marked simply with “X”. Mr. X? Ava frowns, realizing the seat belongs to “Silco”, the masked man Scar relies on. The next second Ava tastes blood on her tongue, but jealo

Saadiya had suffered a cut to her left arm but it wasn't anything serious, Parvina was attending to her. She looked at Omar and tried to steady her heavy breathing, he had ripped off his throbe and now left with a loose and very transparent under shirt which was no longer white but red and it perfectly outlined his very built muscles, his perspiration having soaked through them, Mariam stared at him for a while until he gave her a thumbs up and she blinked rapidly to clear her head. Focus Mariam, she told herself. He smiled at her and she smiled back but he couldn't clearly see her smile from the distance between them because of the cloth that hid her lower face so she nodded.

Scars already marking his skin knowing silver affects wolf very much. “Your friend is stupid, Eve. She thinks that she can take you from me. No one, I repeat, no one will take you from me. You’re mine and only mine.” Eve felt her whole world darkens when she felt a strong whiff of wind as a large axe had been slam next to her. Eve knew what was cut but she couldn’t, she didn’t want to believe it but she had to see it. Her body shivers as she turns. A pain so unbearable, emotion so deep with guilt and anguish just burst from her chest. She started screaming like a woman possessed seeing Ariadne’s lifeless eyes looking back at her like Damien. Her head is separated from her body and Vlad was k

Without thinking, I asked, “Where did you get that?” He looked down, following my gaze. His fingers brushed the scar. “Training accident. A long time ago.” He paused. “Before… everything.” Before me. Before the bond. Before his world tilted off its axis. The moment felt too intimate. Too quiet. I stood up, the chair scraping on the floor. The sound was loud in the silent room. “You’re better,” I stated, my voice returning to its cool, professional tone. The mediator. The stranger. “The susceptible period has passed?”

A flicker of fear crept over me. Scar was heavily built and almost as tall as Wraith; his eyes were blue, and his hair was a shock of white. He too was covered in scars, but the most gruesome was on his face. It seemed like someone had carved him open from the forehead down, only to restitch him back up. The Ironside Pack were on their feet now, cheering. I could finally understand why Rex thought of ‘Scar’ as a worthy opponent. He definitely looked the part. “Last calls for bets!” a man called out, and Rex motioned him over.