Ross Geller Novels & Stories

Reagan plasters her little frame on her husband’s body and laughs, seemingly unaffected of his stern words but rather enjoying his roughness. “Jesus Christ. Please not around me,” Cillian mutters while rubbing his forehead. “Ew. Gross. Anyway, as if those werewolves will even look at you. You’re so short and not even cute to look at.” Gisella continues to insult her sister-in-law. “Well, you look like a fucking dude.” Reagan retorts back. “Reagan, stop it,” Cillian orders, his red Alpha eyes coming forward. “Don’t you dare use your Alpha aura on me, brother! I just made you a billion—“

He finally snaps out of the trance and helps me stand upright, he collects the heavy box from me and lifts it like it didn’t almost drag me down to the gates of hell. “Why don’t I carry this one? To prevent accidents.” He says with an easy smile. His dentition has me gawking. They couldn't be real. I can’t believe someone with such perfect dentition wasn’t a model. “You must be the niece I heard about, my apologies for the late introduction, I’m Father Aryan..” “Father Aryan Geller, twenty seven years old and already on the path of deliberate celibacy. Although I’m not certain why.”

He started walking forward, showing them the way to the city. There were many more werewolves in the pack house, including the assassin werewolf Etta Suzette Gelbero, who was a spy and the trainer of the scout wolves. The lead warriors Ultima Wolf Edric Wilson and Ultima Wolf Drik Wilson, who trained the warriors of the Gravefur Pack, and Howl Wolf Vladimir Lorenzo usually supported the horn with their life along with Alpha. They were all eagerly awaiting their return.

Elara hesitated to answer, which made Arnold frown and ask grimly, "Did something happen? Hurry up and tell me what's going on." "Don't be upset, Mr. Seymour. It wasn't Ella's fault. Gideon's the one who got himself into trouble." "What do you mean?" Matthew explained, "Dominic Zeller, also known as the King of Battle, lives on Beaker Island. He's someone that even Ms. Lavinia Mosley, the war hero, has the utmost respect for. "However, Gideon, that foolish man, snuck into Mr. Zeller's villa like a thief and got caught red-handed."

My heart—what little remained of it—thudded against my chest in panic. She knew. And that meant I didn’t have much time left. ___ Gazelle's POV I stood before the house with a calm expression and a forged badge hanging from my neck. A long white coat billowed slightly in the wind as I adjusted my fake glasses and approached the gate guarded by two sentinels. “Evening,” I said coolly. “I’m Dr. Rayna from the Western Medical Guild. I was sent by Alpha Ronan to do a follow-up on the wounded patient inside.”

A soft chuckle escaped me before it turned into full, genuine laughter, right in front of everyone. Xander sighed, clearly unimpressed. “Are you done?” I wiped a nonexistent tear from my eye, still grinning, and nodded. The whispers hadn’t stopped. If anything, people were dying to know who I was. I met Xander’s gaze once again and raised my hand in a slow, almost taunting greeting. "We meet again. I’m Dr. Rosa Green—at your service." **** I crossed my legs, sinking deeper into the plush couch, my gaze shifting between the three men in front of me.

He flexes his fingers by his sides. “Fuck,”he mutters. A moment later, the boy half runs, half stumbles through the gate and some of the tension in the alpha’s expression softens. John’s coppery hair is plastered to his forehead and he’s clasping the hand of a brunette girl around his age. She’s wearing the uniform of the kitchen maids, and has an angry scar across her cheek. My eyes narrow in distaste at the brand on her neck—one of Marius’s ways of identifying the Wolves he has working for him in the castle.

“And more specifically, what the Hell's going on? What the hell did they do? Or is it one?” “Rogues. They've been roaming around too close, looking, searching, as if waiting for something to happen.” Alessandro replied, quick and clipped. “Two sightings near the east perimeter. Patrol brought one down, the other escaped. The body’s in the courtyard. It’s… not clean. I don't know how to explain it better than this.” “Not clean?” I asked, trying to process what he was saying. “I believe that the best way to it would be through words. You know, you can use your mouth to speak.”

Opening it, he places some on my injury, making me hiss from the sting feeling as he rubs the gel on me. “I’m sorry, Luna. I know you have had to deal with unwanted attention, and I didn’t need to add to that.” I looked mar Stan, not to let the words sink in. I just wanted to be alone because everything was too much, but the doctor didn’t end his conversation there as he explained the gel. “ This gel is known as a Lawyer Vera; it wouldn’t help you heal much faster, and I have very little information as to how your wolf helps you heal, but if what I think is true once you have fully healed, you’ll be able to help Marcela heal.”

“Your failure nearly got my mate killed.” Silence spread through the hall. Ronan barely hid his reaction. Formal greetings continued, but my attention was gone. I scanned the room again and again. She wasn’t here. I felt it deep in my chest. Then a man stepped forward. “I am Garrick, the Gamma,” he said nervously. “Which woman interests you, Alpha Kael?” I looked around the room. None of them. “I don’t care,” I said. “Anyone will do. But I won’t mark anyone today.”