Roxana Novelas e Histórias

Cynthia chuckled at my shocked expression, “Would you like to tell her, Roxanne? Or should I do the honors?” Roxanne gave a small bow, “Whichever pleases my lady.” I flinched at her words. My lady. That’s when I saw it—the small smile tugging at Roxanne’s lips. I felt sick. “What happened to you?” My voice cracked. “You were my best friend. Why?” Roxanne finally met my gaze, but there was no guilt—just calm acceptance. “I was tired,” she admitted. “Tired of always defending you, tired of being the only one standing beside a wolf-less omega. No one wanted me. But now? Now, I am respected. I am Luna Cynthia’s personal maid. Do you know what that means?”

But today. She’d looked at me like I was still a person. And for the first time in weeks, I felt the faintest flicker of shame. But it wouldn’t save me. Not from the rogue leader. Not from the deal I made. I’d given him something. A name. Ixora. And now, I had to find a way to stop the storm I’d started. --- RONAN Later that night, Ixora sat on the porch swing, arms folded, eyes watching the stars.

once again, I felt a blossom in my belly as I heard him talk. “But I’ll reject her, she can’t be my mate.” I looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him not to do what he was about to do but I was a fool to think my pleas would change anything. I, Bruno Erickson, the next alpha of the royal crimson pack, reject you Denera…” “Denara Shawn, Shawn is her last name.” Freya chipped in. “I reject you, Denara Shawn, as my mate and the future Luna of this pack.”

I can’t help but keep falling in love with him over and over again. My thoughts are interrupted when my mobile begins to beep. Seeing the caller ID, I immediately answer the call. “Hello” “Luna” it is Mustapha from the other end, “we found out that for the past three years, Natalia has been cohabiting with a witch from the Zu clan”

Her brothers walked out and shut the door behind them, leaving her in her cold room, with her damp tears collapsing in on themselves and her loud sobs that she kept to herself. 🌹 The tailors measured dutifully, whispering to themselves. They’d secretly give her pitying looks as if knowing the fate before her, but she caught those looks. If they thought they were sly, then she was James Bond. But it wasn't just them, though, all the maids, the guards, so-called henchmen, they all gave her those pitying looks. “Anaya,” She jerked furiously and accidentally knocked the tailor down,

Her pulse raced. Her breath quivered. Her wolf-less body wavered between obedience and terror. Yes. Yes. Bend. She lifted the blade. Rosalyn frowned, startled. “Maxine? What are you…?” Maxine lunged. But just as the blade grazed Rosalyn’s wrist… a sharp CRACK erupted. Maxine collapsed, unconscious. Someone stood behind her. I felt it before I saw it. A familiar signature of rage and blood. Lorenzo.

A counter by the wall had hot and cold drinks, but I just had black coffee. Suddenly, a beautiful younger image of Agatha walks in like she owned the place. Stopped in front of me with a frown, crossed her arms, and tilted her head, “Hello, I'm Anna, the Alpha and Luna's daughter," she said. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" She tried to look serious, but she just looked completely adorable. I stood up bowed respecting her title, but she waved her hand. "No need for that." I smiled warmly, “I owe it to a princess. To answer your question, my name is Ronan Thorne, and I'm here to find out what made my mate sick, to avoid it in the future.”

Then Magdalena rented some old car so that getting around would be easier for her. Sona really was at home. Her way of life was written all over her face. She smelled of alcohol and cigarettes and was dressed in cheap, vulgar clothes. Aunt Tamia was awake too, but she could not get out of bed. Tamia was very happy to see Sara, but the same could not be said about Sara, she was frightened. Age had made Tamia’s deformity even worse. The poor woman was horrible to look at, but she was still the one Magdalena loved most in her family. More precisely, she did not love anyone else at all.

Not for long. "She does not take no for an answer, Lira " Ronan warned. ". She will not be happy to see you, a servant wearing the crown she thinks is hers." The doors to the hall burst open. It was really loud. Alpha Xandra did not walk she stalked. She was almost as tall as Ronan with skin like bronze and hair like blonde in a warriors braid. She wore leather armor with wolf bones. She smelled like iron and pine. She ignored everyone else. Looked straight at Ronan.