Natasha Romanoff Winter Soldier Novels & Stories

It's a well-known fact that Freya is ruthless and would stop at nothing to see us destroyed, but to have Logan's brother involved added a new level of danger. As if this wasn't enough, Alpha Ken dropped another bombshell – my biological father's brother, Alpha Rocco, was now working with Freya and Logan's brother to take us down. I wasn't surprised by this revelation, as I know that Alpha Rocco has always been looking for an opportunity to attack the snow moon pack But, to work with Freya - a known criminal - was a new low even for him.

He wanted to rip her throat out and end her miserable life. He pushed past the warrior and stormed towards the training arena where the warrior mentioned she was. He followed the scent of the rogue, which was familiar and repulsive to him. He reached the clearing where she was held, on the floor, surrounded by guards. It was Natalia. Her silver-gray she-wolf with brown eyes, Raven, to be precise. Raven looked dirty and mature, but as strong as he remembered her to be. She looked up at him as he approached, her eyes fearful and sad.

"Please. Killian is here for you. If he doesn't see you, he will leave." Nikolai looks at the floor. "I'm so sorry that this happened, but there's no escaping this. There can only be one winner today, and whoever loses will be destroyed. I must fight, Winter." I screw my eyes tight, and tears roll because this battle will not be easy. We need a miracle from the moon goddess to survive this one. Nikolai goes out there with a roar. The Tyson guards join him. The rebel on the horse charging in with his army is not Killian, but Winter suspects she's just met Alpha Ander, Tara's ruthless slave master. It's much worse.

I snap. Maddox gives me his back, nothing but repulsed by my words. "This happened to a young she-wolf, and you still ask for us to trust rogues near our borders? To allow them access to girls like this one?" Maddox shakes his head, disgusted. "The girl is called Winter, Maddox...she's a rogue." I admit, staring him dead the eyes so I see every emotion. The anger is expected, but now I see some fraction of guilt, the kind of look that tells me he is now undecided.

His hands flexed on my stomach. “I know. I can smell it all over you,” he growled. I shivered. “Falcon, please.” “Tell me about yourself, baby,” he begged. I silently cursed. “I’m Natasha. I’m 18. I’m… my mom is still alive. I like to read and hunt. I like to work and earn my own way.” I lifted my head to lick his neck. “I am competitive and don’t like taking no for an answer.”

Pale skin that glowed in moonlight—and bore the hidden testimony of battle. Scars lined her body like a map no one could read. Some old and earned with pride. Others newer, carved in silence, the kind no blade could deliver. She was once a warrior. Not just by birth, but by blood and burden. The WinterMoon pack—her home—was the oldest bloodline in existence. Once rulers of the North. Once the true sovereigns of the wolf dominion. But over two decades ago, they vanished. Erased themselves from history. Faded into ghost stories whispered around fires. Some said they died off. Some said they were cursed.

It had been perfect timing as Aacharya himself had started to lay out his questions (with Sang translating) about who exactly they were. “Wait what?” Sang broke while translating Natasha's words to his father that she had powers that enabled her to move at incredible speeds as well as Lucas’s newly acquired power of controlling his shield by conjuring lightning from his right hand. Even Aacharya sat up with keen interest. “You even saw my suit, right?” Natasha added to her case. “So you're a soldier. Both of you, ” gasped Sang, who had Natasha's suit and Lucas’s broken shield stashed in a shed right behind the large hut.

"Good night Daniel." When Natasha's eyes flutter open the next morning, there’s a nose huffing steady breaths where it’s pressed into her hair and an arm draped across her middle, just below her breast. Her brain is still foggy with sleep, and as she tries to recall a memory from yesterday that maybe she decided to take someone back to her hotel after all, that she finally feel brave enough to have someone to warm her bed, to make her feel good after all the things Josh has done to her.

“I vow to you, the Seneca-Cayuga pack, to lead you all to the best of my abilities and keep you all safe for as long as I am your Alpha. Know that you may come to me with anything and I will always try to do what is best in every situation.” Colin takes the ring and places it on my finger. “I Colin Winter take you Elenor Miner to be my wife, and my Luna until the day the Goddess takes us from this life.” He kisses my hand while keeping eye contact. I take a deep breath again begin my own speech.

We were going home. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, expecting a message from Victoria. Instead, a news alert filled the screen. **BREAKING NEWS: Natasha Winters Arrested for Attempted Murder** I clicked on it, my heart hammering. *Natasha Winters, 28, heiress to the Winters fortune, was arrested early this morning on charges of conspiracy to commit murder and attempted murder. Sources close to the investigation report that Winters planned to eliminate Elena Sterling, wife of billionaire CEO Calloway Sterling.*