Monty X Roxanne Novels & Stories

EASTON March 2024—Oakdale City "Don’t look away from me.” A deep grunt left his parted lips as he thrusted his monster cock into my tired hole, fucking me with so much hate. "I want to see the look in your eyes as I take you apart, destroying you from inside out." I licked my lips, and a single tear broke free from my eyes. It felt as if I was going to die as Ilay keep pounding me with so much force, hitting the same spot over and over again.

Jamie was taken aback. It took him a moment to regain his voice. “What? Say that again.” Wylie’s voice trembled with excitement as she repeated the news and shared what she had learned. “Mr. Monty's ex-wife seems to be ill. It appears that he is remarrying out of a sense of responsibility, to provide psychological comfort to her.” “Well, it seems Monty is quite commendable in this situation.” Whether Monty was good or not, Jamie wasn't sure, but he felt that this decision was exceptionally wise.

I, who heard that, could only nod and listen carefully to what Xena was going to say. "Because you don't have a mate right now you won't be able to meet me, you can't even change your form. Until the Moon Goddess gives you a second chance to find your other mate, I can't help you." Xena explained our situation with a serious face. I didn't expect it to be this bad and I was so dumbfounded that I couldn't say anything to Xena. "We only have a little time, so remember this Roxanne. Take good care of yourself, seek refuge as much as possible and don't let anyone else find out about this."

The woman rolled her eyes and threw her expensive bag on the center table unceremoniously before she carefully sat on the couch. Meanwhile, Margaux silently watched her with a knowing grin. Roxanne was so clueless what’s about to happen to her in a few minutes. If she was really smart, she knew that someone like her cannot be fooled that easily just because she said she was her best friend. Shaking her head, she propped her elbows on the table and cupped her face with her palms. “So, what do you want from me?” she queried. From checking her nails, Roxanne lifted her gaze up and raised an eyebrow, “What do you think?” she retorted.

“Maybe it’s someone else. Ashley’s a common name. Maybe you’re mistaken—” “Don’t you dare gaslight me,” I snap, pulling out my phone. “You want proof? Here.” I press play. Monty’s voice fills the room, and I watch Axton like a hawk as every word sinks its claws into him. “Her name is Ashley. Ashley Monroe.” Axton’s jaw tightens. “About two years… it wasn’t supposed to be serious. But Ashley kept coming back. She said she was unhappy with her fiancé…” His shoulders are rigid now, his fists clenching at his sides.

"Well, your full name is Cincinnati Roxanne Lopez, twenty three years old, ex-stripper, hitman, other vices and there are also a few other details." "Like?" "You have people dear to your heart, Reynolds, Renata and Lauren the old widow." "Don't call her that!" I flipped. "Sorry, I didn't mean it that way." He apologized, a bit laid-back. "Wait how did you even find out I go by Roxanne? It's not even on my birth certificate or records." "I have my ways?" "Riiiight." I drawled. "How old are you?" "Twenty five, in August though."

Murmurs ripple through the crowd as eyes widen and a few gasps escape. Alpha Jason folds his arms, his sharp gaze flicking between Adrian and Roxanne. “This should be interesting.” Roxanne sputters, shaking her head. “Hannah’s lying! I would never—” “Yeah, I had sex with a mateless woman, so what?” Adrian blurts out. A collective gasp sweeps through the guests. Roxanne spins toward him, horror twisting her face. “Adrian, shut up!” she hisses. But it’s too late.

Axel’s stance was still in a defensive mood, Maverick stood with a toothy smile on his face, his eyes looking at our dysfunctional group of misfits. “You are a long way from home, Rosanne,” he said. “You know me?” I asked, trying to keep myself from screaming. He chuckled, throwing his head back as he laughed, “Who doesn’t know of Rosanne, the Lycan king’s breeder, who had done the impossible, running from him,” I was famous, I forgot. “I am Rosanne Domino, I am no one's breeder,” I hissed, my hand clutching my stomach as I tried to hold back the pain. I screamed, dropping to the ground as a flood of liquid pushed down my thighs.

Before I could process his words, the auburn-haired woman stepped forward, her stance shifting into one of challenge. “This is Maren,” Darius said. “She’ll test you.” Maren’s smirk returned, and she crouched low, her muscles coiled like a spring. I barely had time to react before she lunged, her claws slashing through the air. I dodged on instinct, Vixen surging to the forefront of my mind. My wolf’s anger fueled my movements, sharpening my reflexes as I twisted out of Maren’s reach. But she was fast—faster than I’d anticipated—and her claws grazed my arm, drawing blood.

"Thank you, Luna. I... I don't know how to repay you. I don't think I can. Thank you so much.” She smiled, a small but powerful gesture. "You will repay me by living. By not letting this vile tradition define you. Now, listen closely. This wing is my sanctuary, but it is also a fortress. We will not be leaving for some time. I will begin teaching you all that you need to know about this pack, its history, its people, and its secrets. Knowledge is power, and you are going to become a very powerful woman, Roxanne. Do you understand?"