Romans & histoires Moana Ao3

I realized now that Moana still hadn’t returned from the bathroom. Suddenly, I heard the sound of heels clicking on the marble, and looked up to see Kelly running toward us. “It’s Moana!” she said, pointing. “I tried to stop her, but she insisted on wandering, and now she’s in the middle of a pup scuffle.” Maria gasped. “Oh, no!” she cried. “We have to stop them before someone gets hurt!” Of course. I should’ve known that Moana wouldn’t listen to my requests. It was foolish of me to assume that a human wouldn’t be so awestruck by my family’s home that she would insist on wandering.

The scent of purity clung to its skin, the scent of the Moon, and she wondered why it was here. Had Michael finally gained the courage to try and end her? “Submit,” She growled out. She put power behind her tone this time and the dominance she had kept locked up over the last few months flooded the air. Theo dropped to his knees and the wolf coiled up on itself and slowly transitioned back to their human form. The crunching of bones filled the air before a panting woman lay before her. Green eyes looked at her through a shield of blonde hair before looking away, unable to hold her powerful gaze. Adelaide let her gaze roam over her as her claws retracted. She had little to no scars on her bod

Moana * "Maybe he liked my big mouth or warm pussy that vampires like you can’t have. I mean, what’s the fun in having sex without feeling the warmth of your partner’s body?" I didn’t have to know from others what my mate saw in me, and if she was thinking that her words could hurt me, then she was so wrong. I was way stronger than that. The way she was getting pissed at me and the way she was jealous, I could guess who she could be.

But it wasn't the sight of my Beta that made my heart stop in my chest. Moana stood directly in the bed of the sled, wrapped in the immense, fur-lined folds of my own black winter coat. Her hair was flying wild in the storm, and her eyes were glowing with a brilliant, unyielding gold that cut through the darkness like two lanterns. The moment she entered my line of sight, the cracked, bleeding bond between us flared with a sudden, violent injection of her stubborn, furious energy. It slammed into my empty chest like a physical blow, making my silent, defeated wolf let out a faint, reawakened growl deep within my soul.

We burst into laughter, the tension finally giving way to lightheartedness. But our brief moment of peace shattered as a familiar, furious voice cut through the air. “You bitch! How dare you show your face here!” Moana stormed toward us, her eyes blazing. Andy instinctively stepped in front of me, his arm a protective barrier. “Watch your mouth, Moana!” “Andy,” I whispered, gripping his arm. “I don’t want a scene. Let’s not stoop to her level.” Moana’s lips twisted into a bitter sneer. “Pathetic!” she spat. My fists clenched, memories of her betrayal flashing through my mind. It had been three long years since we last crossed paths, and the rage I felt for her betrayal still burned hot in my