Regulus Black Ao3 Novels & Stories

~ BEATRIX ~ "You are so beautiful, Beatrix." Rex's hazel eyes glistened as he stared into my Sapphire ice-blue eyes with his charming smile on his face. His hand reached through my hair under my ear making me shudder under his touch. "You are the most beautiful thing that ever happened to my life. I'm happy to have you as my mate. I can't thank the Moon Goddess enough for pairing you with me." My heart leaped with joy and tears welled up in my eyes feeling overwhelmed by the sudden overloaded emotions.

Saying this, he shot me a vicious glare and said with dissatisfaction: "Do you see? Just because of your appearance, Lilith didn't even dare to celebrate her own hundredth birthday and almost sprained her ankle! And you still say you aren't here to cause trouble?" Looking at their intimate posture, my heart felt no waves at all. "I have no interest in making a scene. I came here today just to clear my head. After all, three days from now is my Millennium Awakening ceremony. At that time, I will choose my eternal partner and govern the Divine Realm with him." As soon as these words came out, Sol froze, only then remembering that my ceremony was approaching. My father is the High Lord of the S

A woman who didn’t break easily. My wolf lay down inside me, watching her with a quiet reverence, watching the rhythm of her breathing. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her, not even for a second. Aria's POV Consciousness drifted back to me like a frayed thread being tugged through water. Something cold and unseen kept pulling me downward, back into the dark. Back into a place where memories tangled with nightmares. A thick black fog curled inside my mind, clinging to me like shadow-wolves. But slowly… painfully… it lifted. And the moment it did, I realized the truth.

I was led into a sitting room, and there, like fate itself, stood a woman draped in regal midnight blue. The Luna Queen. Lysandra. She was… breathtaking. Raven-black hair swept into a flawless crown braid. Eyes like cut obsidian. Skin like polished bronze. Every inch of her radiated strength, and every bone in my body screamed at me to bow. So I did. But it wasn’t enough to stop the cold. “So,” She said, voice smooth and low, “you are the little Omega. The one foolish enough to look the future Alpha King in the eyes and dream he could ever be yours?”

The image burned behind my eyes, vivid and unforgiving. I rejected her without hesitation. I wanted nothing to do with that race. I could work alongside humans. Tolerate them. But to be bound to one? To call one my mate? Impossible. I didn’t know what the moon-motherfucking goddess had been thinking, mating me to the very species I despised most—but I refused. A knock sounded on the door, subtly distracting me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I said, picking up my pen to write my signature on a file before placing it on the pile of files I had already worked on.

"I am dangerous. I have done things—things that would put me in prison for life if anyone found out. I didn't become a billionaire by being nice, Elara. I became one by being ruthless." "I know." "Do you?" His eyes locked onto mine. "I've had people killed. Not by my own hand, but by my orders. Men who crossed me. Men who tried to blackmail me. Men who looked at me the wrong way." I didn't look away. "And should I be scared?" "Yes." His voice dropped. "But not of me. Of what Julian will do when he realizes you're not going to break. He's not going to stop, Elara. He's going to come after everyone you love. Your mother. Me. Anyone you've ever spoken to."

Regina POV Cold seeped into her first. Not the bite of winter air on exposed skin, but a deeper kind of cold—stone cold, damp cold, the kind that crawled into bone and stayed there. Regina surfaced from blackness slowly, like swimming up through thick water, her thoughts snagging on fragments before they could form. Where—

I will just try my best to protect her until the contest is over. My laptop was turned on before me. The same video from three days ago was replaying on it. I have heard the audio a lot of times that it now felt illegal. “Alpha Kyran of Darknile's pack. The ex supreme Alpha of the werewolf clan has been noted to be a wife in his own marriage by letting his woman lead after him, and bringing shame to Darknile's pack.” I scrolled to the next video. They all sounded and looked like a joke to me.

Laura flinched. “What do you mean?!” she demanded of Reagan, her voice rising unconsciously. Reagan glanced at her briefly. His gaze was cold—enough to freeze Laura in place. “I am speaking to an Alpha,” Reagan said flatly. “Not to his shadow, Darius.” Darius stepped forward. His Alpha aura hardened, pressing heavily against the air around them. “You’ve crossed the line, Reagan.” “You destroyed that line yourself first,” Reagan replied without flinching. “By humiliating your Luna in front of the clan. By acknowledging another woman, then wondering why others notice her.”

Just like the rest, his eyes were blue, emotionless and empty. I could definitely see where Vaelor got most of his attributes from. I read the inscription. “Alpha Notweit Blackthorn. The sixth Alpha in the ancestry of the Blackthorn lineage. Husband to his True Mate and Luna Edina Blackthorn.” The word, ‘True Mate' stood out to me, making me examine the portrait once more. This was where the tradition of true mates started from. I studied each portrait in the room. These were all Vaelor's ancestors.