Roxanne Wolf Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

She turned away quickly, pretending she hadn’t just been ogling me. We went outside and split up, shifting behind the bushes. I shifted into Ronan, his midnight-black fur shimmered under the sunlight. He was massive, and I only hoped he wouldn’t intimidate her wolf. Then she stepped out, and I froze. The most stunning wolf I had ever seen—rusty brown fur, green eyes that gleamed like stars. No fear in her gaze, only admiration and love. She leapt, licking Ronan’s nose, and he lowered his head, pressing his forehead to hers before licking her snout.

It doesn’t help that I was starting to get a headache from all that crying in my head! ‘Okay, okay! Fine! If it makes you so happy, I’ll go see Beowulf! Now hush up in there!’ I gave in. ‘Yay~!’ I sighed at the change in tune. How on earth did I end up with a wolf more childish than my own children? Could it be that her own mentality digressed in the five years she was sleeping? Was that even possible for a wolf? “Um… Nex?” I looked down at Roxanne at her call, noticing her looking at me strangely.

Ronan’s wolf came in his as his eyes were shining a golden colour, and his jaw tightened. “You love him, then why do you tremble like this in my arms?” He locked my lips. “Why does your body respond when I touch you?” Ronan's lips dragged roughly over my collarbone and sucked my nipples until sparks of heat shot down my body. “Ronan, please…” My voice broke in protest. “There it is. The Vexia that begs. Don’t pretend you’re not mine when every part of you betrays Alexander.” He laughed at me and taunted me.

Sprinting past Mark, I shove open the office door and head straight for the parking lot… Then a voice stops me. "Alpha Daniel! Help!" I skid to a halt. Roxanne stands near the shadows of the office building, clutching her chest. Her face is pale, eyes wide with fear. She staggers forward, collapsing near my feet. My wolf snarls. ‘Forget her. Get to Hannah.’ But she gasps again, her breath coming in ragged bursts. "My… heart," she whispers. "Can't… breathe." Damn it. My hands ball into fists. I know what I should do—leave her here, and call someone else to help—but Roxanne isn’t from my pack. If something happens to her, her Alpha and family could accuse me of negligence and I can’t afford th

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.

As soon as she held her breath I knew she was there, and I held onto her body tightly as she let her high consume her. I honestly didn't anticipate what happened next as I felt the burning sensual pain of her fangs sinking into my neck. I sucked in the sides of my cheeks and bit down hard, using the pain to prevent myself from getting off. Fucking wolves anyway. As Roxanne removed her fangs from my neck she covered her mouth with one hand and made a horrible attempt to push herself away from me with the other. But my fiery beauty had no chance at going anywhere as I refused to let her go while I touched the little crescent marks she left on the base of my neck.

I sighed, he just clarified it, and now she was going to think that we’re clingy—which I think we are, but only around her. “Take your time, or do you want me to cover your shift?” RJ’s teasing voice made Roxanne glare. “NO! That’ll be unappropriated.” She quickly answered, making my wolf release a warning growl, and she didn’t care. I wanted to laugh at how my wolf wanted to get her attention, and I knew the feeling but didn’t say anything. “And you, we need to talk later after my job is done.” My wolf and I shivered at how cold and firm Roxanne’s voice was whenever she demanded something, and I—we have to get used to it.

As I said not even the Dark Lord himself can stop me. How can your tiny kindness stop me? Try me but you won’t win. However, I m enjoying every moment right now. I m loving the moment where one she-wolf is lying to her packs. Moreover, she is not an ordinary she-wolf. She is the daughter of the great Alpha Drake and great Luna Drusilla. She is betraying her kind. Not only I was saved but I can see conflicts in between their packs. And how lovely is that? I can now no longer wait to make her fall in love. Debra, brace yourself. I m coming for

Put the careful distance back between us with the particular deliberateness of someone who had made a decision and was going to live with it even though it cost something. "Go to sleep, Selene," he said quietly. "Jaxon—" "Not because I don't—" He stopped. Reset. "Not because the answer is no." He held my gaze and said the next part like it was something he was certain of even though certainty clearly wasn't comfortable right now. "Because if this is real, and my wolf has been telling me since the first night that it is, then it deserves more than a hallway at midnight." He looked at me steadily. "You deserve more than that."