Outer Banks Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Belinda boldly met his gaze. Draven's lips tilted to the side. "You'll have what you want." An hour later, Belinda entered the underground garage of the skyscraper to meet an auburn-haired man leaning on an SUV. He brought down the lit cigarette from his lips as she approached, exhaling smoke through his nose. "Where to mam?" His tone was sarcastic as he pulled open the door to the car's driver seat. Belinda was an omega who had found favor with the boss by spreading her legs—she hardly expected the hard men of the Lycan's mafia to respect her. That said, it would be to her benefit if they at least didn't dislike her.

Roxanne's POV The door opened and the music hit first, then the heat, then the eyes. Every single one of them. The conversation near the entrance didn't stop immediately, it stuttered, like a record skipping, and then the whispers started moving through the room in a wave I could physically track from face to face. Is that Roxanne Sinclair?" "No fucking way." "Since when does Blackwood date Omegas?" "Holy shit, she's actually hot!" I kept my chin up. Tyson's hand sat flat against the small of my back, warm and steady, and I felt him lean slightly closer without breaking step.