Roxanne Weasley Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ryan stared at me like he was thinking of how to divulge the information without giving me too much detail about the story, “Rosanne had just given birth, and had turned into a blood mage. Maverick was only playing with fire when he tried to betray her,” Maverick. I was angry that he was dead. I wished I could bring him back to life just so that I could torture him further. “Axel, where is he?” I asked. I didn't miss the way their eyes widened in surprise. I was certain that he had assumed that I knew nothing about the little band of misfits they were before they became a pack. Yvonne had told me all that I needed to know, but all she couldn’t give was a location.

Eventually, he nodded and followed them to where Roxanne was. “Hendrix!” Roxanne's eyes lit up upon seeing Hendrix. His brows instantly furrowed when she didn't seem to be in trouble at all. “Can you walk? Hendrix is here to support you going inside the manor” said Mrs Roswell. Roxanne nodded profusely before she tried to stand up. She then winced when she took a step and almost fell if not for Hendrix's fast reflexes. “Thanks,” she chirped.

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?”

I say, watching her back straighten as interest flashes in her eyes. “What about him?” I lean forward, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial tone. “He’s distracted. There’s a woman—Hannah—from another pack. A weak omega with no connections, no wealth, no standing. Somehow, she’s caught his attention, but she could never be a proper Luna.” Roxanne’s lips press into a thin line, her fingers tightening slightly. “I’ve heard about her,” she admits cautiously. “She’s not even close to what Daniel deserves.”