Room.of Requirement Novels & Stories

Large, panoramic windows offer breathtaking views of the surrounding wilderness, allowing natural light to flood the interior and creating an inviting atmosphere. Inside, the ambiance is warm and welcoming. Each werewolf has a comfortable bedroom that reflects their individuality, featuring adjustable mood lighting and soundproof walls to ensure privacy. The rooms are equipped with smart technology that allows inhabitants to control temperature, lighting, and even the scent of the air using natural essential oils. Plush bedding and minimalist furnishings create a sanctuary for rest and reflection after rigorous training sessions.

He started violently shaking the railing of my bed in an attempt to force me into handing over the batteries. "Hurry up and give me the batteries! I need to turn on the AC! I'm the Holy Son of Frost! Can you bear the responsibility if I overheat and melt?" I steadied the violently shaking bed and shoved him away. I shot back coolly, "Stop making a scene. I let it slide before because I didn't want to argue with you. This dorm belongs to all of us. Why should I put up with your unreasonable demands? Holy Son of Frost? Only able to stay in temperatures below 50°F?

“Go on. Check it out.” I walk in using a real door that looks like a barn door. There’s a large room with a table and some chairs. I most likely won’t be using those. I’ve gotten used to sitting on the floor. I drop my bag on the floor and walk to the rooms. Each one has a frame built into the floor that can have beds put in them. Curtis grins. “I put in for a water bed. I miss those. You can order whatever you want and the Alliance will bring it in.”

Maybe Scarlet never got in because she was always in his room instead. “Maybe your boss got dizzy from his obsession with revenge and gave you the wrong room assignment. I’m fine with one of those normal ones we passed earlier. This one looks like a whole house on its own.” “Exactly.” “What?!” He smiled faintly. “The room behind you is fully furnished. It has a bathroom, sofa, closet, mini pantry, television, and refrigerator. The only thing missing is a stove—since cooking is done in the main kitchen, you’ll still need to go out when it’s mealtime.”

Roman pushed them open, pulled me inside, and slammed the door shut behind us. The heavy thud of the lock clicking into place echoed through the quiet room. I swallowed hard, my heart jumping into my throat as I looked around. I had been in Roman’s room before for movie nights or to hide from pack drama, but tonight, the space felt entirely different. The king-sized bed was draped in dark charcoal sheets, and the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering grid of the city below. The room smelled overwhelmingly of him—pure cedarwood, top-shelf liquor, and the heavy pheromones of a fully awakened Alpha.

“I’ve been told that I have a mean streak in me.” He opened the door and motioned for them to enter a room that was lavishly decorated with several custom couches and a fully stocked bar along one wall. The woodwork was detailed with 3D ivy vines made from mahogany climbing the casings. Flat screen TVs hung on three walls and currently played a slideshow of the Crescent City Pack. “You’ll be able to watch all the events live. In the next room is where the girls can stay with their tutor,” Marcus explained. “We haven’t gotten one yet,” Electra admitted.

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It doesn’t look like much. Ronan hauls me to the door and tries to shoulder us inside. The door fights like it remembers old wolves, then relents. Inside is a single big room. Thick-timbered walls, a bed big enough to fit a medium-sized orgy, a stone hearth with stacked wood. A shelf with bottles and bandages and oil. A cabinet. A drain in the corner floor. Bars in the ceiling timber. Not for cages. For choices. My mouth goes dry and lust claws up my spine, hot and breathless.

To give myself to him like that. The room is low-lit and drenched in heat, designed entirely for seduction. There’s a bed at the center, dressed in sleek black sheets that shimmer faintly under the moody lighting. But it’s not just any bed. It’s got rings built into the headboard and footboard, clearly made for restraint.

In the back of the half finished building is a room I have claimed as my own and made sure the guys have stayed out of. “Raven, Axel” I say as I stand in the middle of the room. “What do you need to make this room completely sound proof, and device safe. I want this room to be one of those rooms where as soon as you walk into it your phone stops working completely. The only thing I want to work in this room is the monitors that will be mounted on the walls and what ever else might be needed.” I tell them. “Why” Axel asks slowly.