Moxie X Millie Novels & Stories

When it’s over they collapse around me—sweaty, shaking, breathing hard. Victor kisses my temple. Nico kisses my stomach. No words. Just the sound of waves. The sun climbing higher. And the quiet certainty that tomorrow— Tomorrow we stop running. Tomorrow we fight. And tomorrow… We win. Or we die trying.

“I would love that too. I’ll ask mom when dad isn’t here. So you may have to crash at the pack house tonight though”. “I’ll survive a night, I suppose”. Millie sighs dramatically, to which I chuckle. We spend the rest of the day just catching up on how things are at Red Runner. Not that I didn’t know already. Millie, Maxim and I text each other a lot. But talking about it in the flesh is always nicer. We get to see each other’s facial expressions and hand gestures. And trust me, the girl has a lot of them. But, I do too when I am with her. I am different when I’m with her. Not the grey field mouse I usually am. Ares growls softly at the mention of a mouse, earning a laugh from me. I may or m

Mj taunted as she twisted to dig into her bag and suddenly the SUV jerked around a corner, sending Moxie tallying toward her. Mj’s body half turned, and she placed her palms flat on his chest as Moxie caught himself from crushing her frame by bracing his arms against the back of one seat and another on the side of the truck. “Why the fuck didn’t Ed drive,” Moxie bit out as Mj tried to scoot away. Moxie leaned down into her ear. “Don't assume I wouldn’t mount you as fast as I do Jay, cher…. I am a wolf after all, and believe me little Omega, sometimes you smell delicious.” Moxie leaned down like he was going to take a bite out of Mj’s neck, and she thrust her knee directly upward into the sid

I promise softly. Behind us, the puppy barks and runs across the room dragging one of Grayson’s expensive socks. Jamie gasps. “NO! BAD DOG!” Grayson groans. “He stole my sock again.” I laugh. “He’s preparing you for parenting.” Grayson sighs. “I’m not emotionally ready for my belongings to be destroyed.” Jamie grins. “Too late.” Thursday arrives too fast. Melissa stands at the front door, smiling warmly. “Good morning.”

It’s only when Millie storms over, eyes flashing green with fury, that Melanie lets go. Millie doesn’t even hesitate. She shoves Melanie back, sending her stumbling. Her gaze flicks to me, concern softening the anger there. “You okay?” she asks, her voice low, controlled. I nod, catching my breath as Melanie scrambles to her feet, face flushed with rage. “You’re a bitch!” Melanie shouts, her voice shaking. Millie doesn’t even blink. “Then maybe I should give you a reason to call me that.” Her voice is icy, full of quiet warning.

“Do you mind if I sit down for a minute?” Noah’s fingers tightened around his tablet. “Do I know you?” “Not yet,” the man answered. Without waiting for Noah to give permission, he pulled out a chair and sat right across from him. “My name is Damien Crowe. I fight in the same underground fights as your friend... Zach Rivera.” Noah felt his blood go cold. A sudden wave of fear hit his stomach, but he forced his voice to stay steady. “What do you want?” Damien leaned forward over the table, resting his elbows on the wood.

She crossed her arms over her chest and Tide rolled his eyes chuckling softly. A sudden commotion at the door had both mother and child turning in that direction to find Nexie panting by the door. She looked like she had taken a bath in a pool of colors and when she threw her arms around him Tide coughed from the dust dancing in his face and invading his nostrils.

Terror shot through me like a bullet "Milo, stop! You are going to…" But he had already turned back to Millen. What followed suit wasn't a fight. It was an execution. Milo moved like liquid lightning, faster than anything I'd ever seen. One time he was far from millen. The next his jaws was closing down on Millen's fore arm, and tore. A scream that was not a scream filled the air. But milo was not done, his extra sharp teeths that was now dripping with saliva found her hind legs, the sickening sound of bones shattering echoed, followed by her painful howls.

Susan urged, laying her forefinger against his wide mobile lips in a silencing gesture. “I don’t think I could explain my recent weakness for a particular beautiful, spirited blonde but it does seem to be working out very well indeed,” Leo murmured with satisfaction, and he sucked her finger into his mouth and laved it with his tongue while watching her with slumberous shimmering blue eyes awash with hot expectation.

JACE (THE PACK) I watched her smile and I couldn't help but feel a rush of pride and happiness. Today was the day…her day. My girlfriend, Alyssa, was turning eighteen, which meant two things: she'd finally get her wolf, and tonight, she'd meet her mate. I couldn't contain the excitement buzzing in my chest. "I can't believe it's finally happening," I said, grinning as I pulled her closer, wrapping my arms around her waist.