Onyx Solace Morissette Treadway Novels & Stories

It will all come crashing down. I scanned the crowd with my eyes, noticing as they looked at me with condescending stares while whispering between themselves - possibly passing their verdict on my 'poor moral conduct '. Watching them lay out their cards, it was time to turn tables. I barely wore accessories, but today....my fingers gently stroked the four leave clover pendant dangling from my neck. "Yes,i agree. I'm one lucky vixen, i was able to successfully seduce and marry someone. It's far better than being a side bitch who only gets knocked up on quarterly bases,with no hopes of marriage in sight."

Her voice is soft again, the guilt intertwining with her words and it only serves to annoy me. “Explain how.” I grit out, struggling to hold back a cry of pain as my lower spine cracks. Reliefs flows through me like a waterfall after a heavy rain and I sigh as pain drips away. “Ian was my mate…I traded Tilly and her mate for my freedom from him.” “I’m sorry, you what?” I croak, ready to jump at this voice and throttle the shit out of it. “Onyx is going to be okay once he metabolizes the wolfsbane serum.”

A knock came in after an hour, making Orion take off the glasses, and he turned to the door. “Nessa, are you the one?” He asked, letting out a soft exhale, and before he could say any other thing he saw the door knob twist, and without wasting time she walked in, placing the files on his table. “This is one of the companies you mentioned,” she separated a single file from the ones on the table. “Solace press.” “You mentioned the ones I should not attend, so yeah, this is one of them sir,” she repeated, and Orion was quite busy clicked his tongue before he picked up the paper, but he could not hide the surprised look that was on his face.

Onyx calls out as he lifts me out of the bed and holds me close. We walk only a few steps before we come to an elevator. Brett closes the hidden door behind him and joins us quickly before the doors close, and a light flickers on, revealing one button on the wall, which Brett presses. It feels like forever before the doors open again. “Do you think you can handle a ride in a golf cart?” Onyx asks as I shiver in his arms. “If it gets us there faster.” My teeth chatter. “I will drive,” Matt calls out. “Here is a blanket,” Brett states as Onyx slides into the back seat of the golf cart. “Thank you,” I whisper as I get closer to Onyx. Brett tucks the blanket around my body and some of Onyx as we

Onyx asked, acting giddy, and I groaned in frustration. If it were only the words, that wouldn’t be a problem, but he also started imagining her under the shower. Damn mutt and damn my mate. Maddie was a warrior. Of course, she had a slim but solid body. But I can’t deny the fact that all her curves were right where they should be. Onyx imagined water sliding over her face, down her neck, and then to her shoulder, her upper chest…. Damn mutt. He knew very well how to torture me. He imagined water sliding over every inch of her body in a very slow pace.

Why would she do this to me, haven't I proved myself a strong leader one who's help make peace with the humans after my father passed away. Shifting back quickly I march up the front steps on the council grounds and burst the doors "Alpha Nixon" Torin greets. "I would like to request an audience with the moon goddess" he says nothing and leads me to the open conservatory, instructing me to stand in the center of the room. Soft echos of chanting full the room then wind picks up in the darkness before the room spins and I'm standing in a bright open field of tall grass. "Speak" says a strong but feminine voice.

Atlas’ POV “Luna Onyx, good morning.” One of my wolves greeted the woman that damn near took my breath away everytime our eyes met as she walked beside me through the halls. That title sounded so good, and I would never get tired of hearing it knowing the meaning behind it.

We are standing in front of each other. It is Orion. He is the new CEO of Meadow Cosmetics. Now everything makes sense when he suddenly disappears, telling me he needs to go. He is the illegitimate son the media was talking about. He stood up from his seat and walked towards me. I blinked, looking at him. He looked so handsome. “It's nice to meet you. I am Orion Solokov.” He said and I shook his hand. His grip was firm and warm. “I…I…” I stuttered and bit the inside of my cheeks. “I am sorry, I think I was confused for a while,” I said, my skin flushed.

I feel eyes on me and it makes me slightly uncomfortable. “Devon!” A blonde-haired woman with pink highlights approaches us, I don’t fail to catch the pistol tucked under the waistband of her trousers, I recognize her from the photos scattered around her social media, Leto Brookes, socialite, the influencer with million followers, CEO of a matchmaking agency but here, in the underworld. She’s the co-owner and mafia queen of The Nexus. She’s holding a glass of wine as she sashays to us. “Looking good this morning, cousin!”

3:10 PM. “Who is Onyx?” I asked. Taren hesitated for a moment. “A lone wolf with a violent record. It attacked handlers. Injured competing wolves. No sponsor is willing to take responsibility. He’s considered unmanageable.” “And they’re killing him,” I said flatly. “Yes.” He answered. I stared at the screen. Something sharp and restless moved through me, the same instinct that always rose when I saw waste disguised as order. “I want to see him,” I said.