Roxanne Wolf 18+ Novels & Stories

From the hilltop I watch the sky impatiently, can't wait for the time when Eclipse Moon's pack run starts. Meg, my mate! I have to find her scent among the hundreds of raging werewolves, and I bet you I will. She is like a fresh sea of flowers, with the magnolia standing out. But there is something else about her scent that makes me wary. It looks like my mate is not yet of age, she is under twenty-one. I chuckle, knowing exactly what is going on. My intense desire for her has added a stronger element to my scent, one that she cannot ignore despite her young age. In any case, she must already be eighteen, which is the minimum age for a wolf to detect his mate. We can't mark each other yet

Rosa::: After a while of being lost in the nap ,i finally begin to sober up gradually ,i slowly get up from the ground and slowly walk towards my shelf gradually while trying not to break anything else as i move to go prepare myself a strong coffee ,to ease and speed up my recovery ,I'm an alpha and i have to be strong ,never giving any he wolf the pleasure of hurting me ,not anyone ever ,i need think straight and to be strong emotionally so i can be there to make the right decisions for my pack ,i walk up stairs to my room to fix my self up properly before returning back to the party ,its time for the extras ,this is when its no longer about the couples but about the drinks and dancing ,thi

"You seem braver, I will start with you first and let your friends watch," Roxanne strived to dissuade trepidation from ingesting her nerves but she couldn't help the emotion but she kept her brave front and even when her insides felt like they were being fried, she restrained herself from shrieking. "You are indeed a Luna, Roxanne but let's see how far you can maintain your brave front, nothing would give me more satisfaction than watch it crumbles," Yarkona asserted, increasing the afflict on the she-wolf and soon, Roxanne's screams were taking every part of the penitentiary.

“That as it may be, but it isn’t safe. Come on Roxy, quite being a brat and a stupid one at that.” “What the fuck? Did you just call me stupid?” I slap his chest with my hand, it’s hard as stone. “Is this some kind of kinky foreplay?” he asks as he chuckles. The deepness of it makes my core tighten. “Like you’d be so lucky, asshole.” I turn away from him but he grabs me from behind and wraps those strong arms around my waist. “Give it up already, Roxy. The wolf has the right to live in peace does it not? If you sell those pictures to the magazine, you are inviting all kinds of trouble to our pack and to the wolf and the woods that are its sanctuary.”

~Amber’s POV~ ‘Mate.’ Roxanne’s voice filled with that same purr slammed into me with such deafening impact that it completely overwhelmed the understanding of what was happening to me, the knowledge she’d just sent flooding into my head seconds ago. I blinked, trying to push myself up to see the person responsible for the command that had torn through the night. Responsible for the heat rippling through me with a blinding intensity. All I caught was a blur—the biggest wolf I had ever seen with fur to match the darkness—tearing through the rogues in what felt like seconds. Claws. Teeth. Blood.

Galore was surprised when he saw Daisy, his Lycan wolf in him howled out the one word that changes everything. 'Mate' Her beautiful scent of roses hit him hard and he removes his hand off from Flower hold and walks towards Daisy. He closed the gap between them and gently placed his hands on her cheeks. "Mate," he said out of the words possessively. "No!! I am your Mate, not her!" Flower shrieked. Wahala for who no be Flower mate 😁

“I was just telling her what she needs to know.” “Yeah, right,” said Seb before the red wolf turned into a naked human. Nudity was not that uncommon amongst werewolves. Young Seb has probably seen me naked a dozen times since we always paired up during patrol. “You damn well know I was not talking about that.” I frowned. “Then what in the hell were you on about?” “Your feelings for Xyrra obviously,” answered Seb, rolling his eyes. My lips turned to a tight line. This was not a conversation that I wanted to have with anyone in the pack. Especially with Young Seb.

Roxanne's Point of View “When Alpha Alexander was still young, he couldn't control his wolf properly. He always has to be chained in order to be calmed. Those experiences remarkably took part in his character as he grew up. One time, when he was still chained, a woman, two years older than him, he was still 16 at that time, said that she was his mate. Because Alexander wasn't aware of how a mate truly is, he believed her. And so I think they dated for days. ” Arshana stopped to look at me.

In all that, Turstin eyes were with this ideal creature of beauty. After a while, they concluded their discussions and Turstin headed back to the chambers prepared for him. He undressed for the night, picked up a book on the side table and began to read. The thought of the beautiful werewolf came creeping into play and Turstin started to smile. She had such a profound effect on him… Knock, Knock. His thoughts were snapped, and he stood up and walked to the door. “Sorren go and see…” he was slapped by the werewolf that took his breath.

The brutal loss of one's fated mate was not a trivial matter. He is Kincaid Stuart. Future Alpha of the High Moon pack of Scotland. Unlike many other wolves, he had found his mate very early. She was a sweet, soft-spoken girl called Roxanne. She was a healer wolf, who specialized in the traditional use of herbs. He wasn't alpha yet. He wasn't even up to 18 at that time, so they couldn't do much about their bond, which they had both accepted. They started to get to know each other and feelings budded.