Roxanne Wolf Fanfic Novels & Stories

Even they were offended by the smell. "I think something is decaying out here. That's awful!" I exclaimed as I came to a stop and glanced around. There was nothing I could see that was out of the ordinary. But as my wolf came to the surface, ready to fight once more and get our mate back, I could feel that we were not alone. "Prepare yourself, Luna," I said lowly. Scarlett just nodded once as she continued on as if it were a normal stroll in the woods. Her guards slowly closed in on her in a tight circle to protect their queen. "Damn men, won't ever let me have any fun."

Roxanne's POV: I held onto Garren as if my life depended on it. I was scared of letting go, and my wolf felt the same way. He was about to shift when I tightened my grip. "Roxanne," he called in a low, husky voice. "No," I whispered, shaking my head. I wasn't going to move, no! He sighed, then stood up with me in his arms. "I'm not going anywhere without you," he said as he walked to my bed and sat down with me on his lap.

"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.

Roxanne wanted to feel what Kaizen felt; she wanted to feel a connection with the earth and nature since it was a natural habitat for a wolf. Roxie nearly laughed at how ridiculous she was being. She had only been in Blood Moon Pack for a month and she was already starting to believe their nonsense of her being a wolf.

I replied waiting for what Roxanne would say to me. "I want to get away from this pack. The only way to do so is to marry someone from outside the pack," Roxanne explained, still looking at me. "Aren't you already engaged to the future Alpha of the Nightmare Night pack?" I remember my beta saying something like this. I unexpectedly saw Roxanne grimace, like she didn't want to answer that question. "If you want me to be your fiance, don't I need to know about this?" I asked while squinting my eyes, trying to scare her into answering my question.

I growled. But it seemed as though she wasn't hearing a thing. She caressed my face and I could heat my breaths coming in quick pants. Was Roxanne making a move on me? “Kiss me,” she whispered, staring into my eyes with her foreign blue ones. I gulped, trying to ignore her kisses on my jaw and neck but her scent and dominance drove me insane. She traced her fingers from my ear to my collarbone. “Please kiss me,” she begged. I groaned as I gazed into her now Hazel eyes that were dark with lust. Hearing her beg woke my wolf but I tried to suppress it all, wondering how her subtle touch did so much.

"No one sent me. I ran. You saw me! I was half-dead!" "Or very good at playing the part." I was in front of her now, so close I could feel the heat from her body. Her scent, that intoxicating mix of fear and arousal wrapped around me. The little bitch was turned on by this. I shook my head, shaking it off. There were more important things than her arousal right now. My wolf stirred, wanting to believe her. I shoved it down. "A White Wolf. Our fated mate. It's a lovely story. It's the kind of story a clever spy would tell our Sage to tell us. Or manipulate yourself to be a White Wolf.” Tears welled in her eyes. "It's the truth."

If I had fucked my breeder as I normally would, she'd have lost consciousness in the middle of the act and I would not have stopped until it was morning, until I was satisfied with it. But that wasn't the main problem, going carefully didn't shock me as much as what I tried to do. What I had done. I, Xavier, a man who'd never lost control almost did that day. I had almost marked her. A mere breeder! Fuck, the words tasted bitter in my mouth. How could I have lost control like that? To almost mark a worthless wolf? I had never even really enjoyed sex in the past, as I only did it to punish she-wolves, but that day, I did, and I almost made a terrible mistake.

At least seducing Alexander to save her pack was her decision. Mae set down her pen, forcing a smile as her eyes traveled across the table and landed on the alpha wolf headed toward them. Alexander Caron was a massive, muscled wall of a Canadian packmaster from a few hours north of Wolf Pack Run, and the man who could save them all, according to her brother.

Everyone gasps in my form. Yes, I know that my wolf is like the moon Goddess wolf but I'm somehow different because I bear this cross mark on my forehead. Come on!!! I said to my wolf. Loui's wolf take advantage of us using her teeth that is now buried in my legs. Before she can make a big damage, my other feet kick him. She fly away from us. I took that opportunity to assess myself energy. I don't know how long can I take this. I'm losing a lot of bloods. I can do this... I said once more to myself.