Novel & Cerita Oakley And Levi Werewolf Novel

" I already got my mate and he is not a monster like you." "Levi, what are you waiting for? She will never accept your proposal. Just kill her.Many wolves are willing to be your mate. " the man growled. "you're right, dad. I will see how her mate can save her. Where is your bodyguard? " Levi shouted, " won't he come to save you?" He went to the elderly man and woman and whispered, " da and mom, provoke her so much that she changes herself into a wolf otherwise we can't harm her because of that thread that she has in her neck and the moment her bodyguard will reach here, he will kill us ."

I happily granted it, and his tongue darted into my mouth like he was tasting the heavens themselves. He gripped my ass and easily lifted me, pushing me onto his desk. Eagerly, we relieved each other of any obstacle, and he pushed his erect shaft into me. I moaned in delight, feeling him hungrily thrust into me, pushing me over the edge over and over again. Moments later, I helped him clean up the mess we made, when I suddenly came across a book--- about witches. “What’s this?” I questioned, turning to Levi. I didn’t need to read a lot to realize that the section Levi had been studying was about witches and werewolves. He turned to me and quickly noticed the book I was holding. He sighed, no

I wrinkled my nose then turned my attention back to the tv screen in front of me, although my brain was still thinking about Alex's words. Iris violets. Lycan. The first lineage of werewolves. Everything sounds crazy. 'Maybe I'm wrong." Alex exhaled and opened his eyes again, He looked at me with a half smile. "You are wrong Alex." I gave him a small nod then returned to staring blankly at the tv. ***

I accused, my voice trembling with hurt and betrayal. Drake's anguished cry pierced the air. "No, Yvonne, I would never betray you like that. I swear it," he pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. I stared at him, disbelief mingling with the pain in my heart. "Then how? How do you know about werewolves and vampires?" I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper. With a heavy heart, Drake approached me, his expression filled with sorrow. "I know who you are, Yvonne Brooks. The daughter of Arthur and Catherine Brooks, the heiress of the Moonlight Pack. I know that you're a werewolf," he confessed softly.

He replied confidently. "Oh...how thrilling and exciting, I am held transfixed and puzzled on what you know about me Mr. Liam, please, do well to enlighten me so I might apologize and beg for your mercy before my shortcomings and sins consume me." It was best to act along so he can reveal whatever it was he thought was good enough information to stand there smugly even after his crimes had been read out to him, underneath my mockery which his ego did not let him notice, there was curiosity, could it be that he had found out about my nature, that I was not a human but a werewolf?

The enormous wolf was nearly fully shifted. “The sapphire.” Oakley said, pulling a large blue stone from one of the drawers. “We might need this.” He tucked the stone under his cloak and tipped over the oil lamp on the desk, the flame quickly spreading across the papers. Frank was done shifting now. The head of his wolf touched the ceiling, and its tail lashed about like a caged beast. “The fire will pin him down,” Oakley explained briefly as he sprinted toward the door. Addison glanced back at Frank’s wolf, whose mind seemed completely gone, then dashed into the corridor. “Why his wolf…?” she asked, frowning.

"The full truth." From inside his jacket, Owen pulled a worn leather book. Its pages yellowed with age, its binding cracked and failing. "This belongs to our family," he explained. "Passed down through generations. It tells of a time when wolves were divided—some following the path of the Moon Goddess, others turning to darker powers." He opened the book to a marked page. On it was a drawing that made Elias's blood run cold—a black wolf with tendrils of shadow stretching from its body, consuming everything in its path.

A lot of wolves. My wolf stiffens, but Oakley steps out like he’s walking into a library instead of pack territory. Calm. Controlled. His magic hums faintly around him — warm, steady, protective. It rolls off him in soft waves, brushing against my senses like a hand on my shoulder. He’s not doing it on purpose. He’s just… Oakley. He closes the door behind him and circles around the SUV, his boots crunching softly on the gravel. He doesn’t look nervous. He doesn’t look intimidated. He looks like someone who made a promise and intends to keep it.

Suddenly, I heard a rumbling from someone's throat and I looked around - everyone was turning into a werewolf. At first, not knowing what a werewolf really looked like, I would have given them one really good piece of advice - wax yourself, but now looking at them, there were the most beautiful creatures I've ever seen on Earth. Those beautiful fur color that comes in gray, silver, brown, light brown, and black was so soft-looking. They were already running to the forest that was next to the mansion. They were so fast that you could only see a blur of their fur color. Turn into a werewolf then!!! Moonyeen cried, demanding to be free. But . . .a thought of Jeffrey came to my mind. He already

"We stopped at the Vanderwolf mansion for the Alpha's help in finding Mystic Mountain, and he showed up. He was looking for you. He said you took something that belonged to your stepmother." Lazarus growled low in his throat—a sharp, vibrating sound that sent shivers down everybody's spine, including mine. "So he knows I took the Book of the Gods... damn him. Did he say anything else?" "Not really," Theodore answered. "Only that you left with werewolves and a human."