Robin X Slade Novels & Stories

In the apology video, Robin portrayed herself as a poor, compassionate maiden while painting Wanda as the selfish, unreasonable senior. "Hello everyone, I'm Robin. I'm sorry we have to meet like this, as I understand that there have been speculations leveled against me. I never offered an explanation because I personally did not want to waste the public's time, but who knew…"

My heart pounded, a mix of fear and anger coursing through me. The door creaked open suddenly, and I froze. A tall, broad-shouldered figure stepped inside. As he approached, the dim light illuminated his face, and I felt my blood run cold. Alpha Slade. His reputation preceded him - a ruthless leader of the Dark Ridge Pack, known for his cunningness and cruelty. His smile was sinister as he walked closer, his sharp eyes studying me like a predator sizing up its prey. "Well, well," he said, his voice low and mocking. "So it's true what they say. You're the spitting image of the late Luna of Blue Moon Pack."

I say, understanding my sister’s excitement, if not the reason for Ellis having to leave. “Sloane Hartwell, Slade Hartwell, and Scarlet Chapman.” I frown. Slade is an Alpha heir. Scarlet is the daughter of a Beta. But Sloane ... I look at my sister, and I can see that she’s figured it out too. “Holy Mother Moon Goddess!”

I just wished stefano would come as soon as possible but if wishes were horses beggars would ride on it. “Over to you.” Robin stretched out his Two palms. He pulled his left hand forward, “on this palms is choosing to be with me and enjoying every protection and power I can give while still married to stefano.* He pulled his right band forward. “On this hand is refusing to be with me and being sold into prostitution, slavery, you name it.”

He lunged and swiped at anyone who got too close, his claws leaving deep marks in the stone floor. “Hold the line!” one of the soldiers shouted to the others. “Don’t let him through!” Hana barked orders while deflecting a sudden charge from the beast. Her chest heaved with effort, sweat streaking her face. Despite her own fear, she refused to back down. “Are you fools blind?” Slade suddenly stepped forward from the shadows, his dark coat billowing slightly with his confident stride. It was time for him to play his manipulation cards and put an end to all these. To him, the throne was already his Ryker’s for the taking.

She calls with her hands in the air, i laugh as she spins looking like she was floating in the air, completely at peace with herself, robby climbs on next with a wide grin on his face “I hope you don’t mind if i crash?” He asks drake, drake snorts shaking his head and he pulls him into a man hug “No worries, guys this is robby, he's a cool dude, robby this is ben, fiona, they are betas, this is my son and daughter caden and baylee, they are the future alpha and luna, this is ryan he will be their beta, and this is ciara, colten and craig, ciara and colten are future gammas, the other man you met earlier was matt, he is gamma and he will be here soon”

she said, as she got started. I nearly snorted. Corey would totally be down for a threesome but the redhead? Ehh doubtful. “Slade is their manager, I’m marrying my best friend who happens to be their manager,” I said, nodded. That’s right. Slade isn’t defined by Feisty, I won’t believe that. I can’t. He’s gonna change my life? I’m gonna change his life, and show him there’s so much more than work. Says the workaholic.

The Alter had never been out when Nora was there; she had always retreated before they could meet. "Liam is no longer a variable," Robbin said. Her voice was flatter, more resonant. "The fragments are destroyed. The past is secure." Nora set her glass down, her eyes widening. "Robbin... your hand. It’s not shaking." Robbin looked down at her hand. It was as still as stone. A small, dark smile played on her lips—a smile that never reached her eyes. She felt no guilt for Kade, no remorse for Liam. She felt only the cold satisfaction of a perimeter secured.

Slade was just settling into his armchair when Ryan, his right-hand man, knocked on his door and stepped in the next second. “You have a call,” Ryan said. “It’s from the clan, Ruslan’s line.” Slade’s eyes lit up, “Connect it,” he said, pulling himself to his feet. Ryan did as he was told and then handed him the phone, and Slade took it with the confidence of a man expecting to win. “Ruslan.” He huffed. There was a pause and then Ruslan’s voice came through, low and sharp like a knife to the throat.

In moments, Slade was on all fours while I quietly observed from the background of his mind as he took charge. Slade was a laid-back yet confident wolf. He never let me get involved in casual relationships, and he strongly resisted whenever I tried to connect with women of questionable character. He had a great fondness for Jael and was best friends with her wolf but repeatedly cautioned that she wasn't our destined mate. When she eventually left, the heartache felt nearly unbearable. As Slade embarked on his journey through the unfamiliar forest, I tried to summon the familiar pain of the breakup. To my surprise, it was nowhere to be found, it felt as though I'd somehow healed miraculously.