Paw Patrol Sylvia の小説・ストーリー

Sex was a peculiar activity in Sylvia’s opinion. “You like it?” Xavier looked up. Sylvia moaned writhing in his embrace. She did not trust her voice to form words. She nodded pushing gently against Xavier’s mouth for more. The alpha chuckled but indulged her. A soft knock on the bedroom door interrupted Sylvia’s climax. She fell back on the bed frustrated and breathless. “Sylvia?,” Liam called softly. He knocked again. It was more urgent. Worry bled in his tone. Sylvia slowly registered it through his hazy mind. “Olivia is sick. Please, can you come help? Lilly isn’t around. I think Olivia is in heat or something but I’ve never seen anything like it. I already sent someone for Rose.”

She’s here somewhere, or was recently. Right now, the only person we see is Sylvia. She’s crying, her mascara making tracks down her cheeks, and she’s tied to a chair. “Oh, thank the Gods you are here!” she says when she sees us. Conrad, in wolf form, moves his jaws to the rope, ready to bite through them. At once, I shift, and tell him, “Wait.” Sylvia looks at me with dismay and underneath, alarm. “What are you doing? The caretaker is crazy. He tied me up and –”

I never wanted to start a war against his pack, knowing that I lost half the power of Westridge after that despicable deal with Wright. “Sylvie is my mate, Lucas.” I hissed at him, still pushing him against the furniture. That dull look on his face made it clear to me that he wasn’t interested in fighting back, which was disappointing because I was so ready to break his arrogant face. “And I don’t like you around her, making her more scared for her life and her son. I won’t let you do that to her again.”

“Olivia I can’t explain it really but I know Spencer is important.” “She is your right.” “I know that I don’t have a wolf but when she said Wilder marked Elena it feels like something in me is mourning, something it lost.” “I feel it too.” “Why is that?” “I can’t say.” I turn to walk away as I can’t answer his questions. “Luna?” “Yea?” “Sylvia…Sylvia is my mate. Do you think I could be an Alpha without a wolf?” I am not surprised to hear Sylvia is his mate. They have been in love since they were young. What I am surprised about is his doubt in himself. “Without a doubt Pax you will make a great Alpha.” I hug him before turning to leave again.

Our marks were the same for crying out loud. “It’s me. It’s Sylvia. Your mate! You told me I was lovely. You told me you couldn't wait to see me again!" The Prince’s head snapped toward me then, but there was no warmth in his eyes. The light green shade I had found so enchanting was now dark and filled with irritation. "Silence, girl," he snapped, getting to his feet but his hand was still holding Willow's.

She yelled and they both laughed so hard that they really looked like hyenas “poor Marky doesn't know what it's like to be kissed, Hill, don't you think that’s pathetic?” "It seems more pathetic to me that he told Liv.” Hillary answered, "as if she were going to do something for him.” She looked at me with mockery. “Give her so much pity she’d end up kissing you? Oh my God, Marky! You are eighteen years old and not even the flies want to be near you!”

he barked. “Please,” I turned to Dave, my voice soft. “Can you take me out of here? I need to ease myself.” “I told you to rest,” Dave said calmly. “You shouldn’t be stressing yourself, my lady.” “Your what?” Greg snapped. No one answered him.“Greg, love,” Arias chimed in sweetly. “Let Sylvia be. She’s obviously trying to make you jealous. They’re probably just acting—who knows, maybe she even paid him.”

Sylvia's pov. "Fuck.... Sylvia," He muttered in a husky voice as I pulled my lips away from his cock and watched in satisfaction as he slurped his juice all over the bed. All I wanted was to pleasure him and make him moan. With my stepbrother's loathing for anything and everyone associated with Don Pablo, I didn't mind sacrificing everything for our love, even though it seemed so unattainable. His animosity toward Antonio's mother, Monalisa Parker, was more severe.

Sylvia finally revealed. "You mean the war?" Mia scoffed. "I don't even know why dad is putting in so much effort. I mean, we can surely take them out in no time. Werewolves are stupid. And God help them; their concept of mates is nothing but a weakness." Mia observed a spark of emotional change in Sylvia's eyes at the comment. As if she had hit a soft spot. She saw a flash of sympathy? But it was gone as soon as it came. Mia knew something was up. And did not decide to leave it alone.

Anita and Angie exchanged looks as Emily tried to get an answer from Patricia, who kept crying. "Sylvia came around last night, right? Where is she? She is not in her room. Are you okay? Why are you crying?" Patricia looked up and wiped her tears with the back of her palms. She stood up and walked toward them, cleaning her swollen face with her hand. "Sylvia was here yesterday, but she left just the same way she had come. What happened to my baby?" She asked and started sobbing again. Anita's eyebrows were raised. What was going on in the Scott family?